Villain, be good! I'm here to give birth to a baby [Quick Wear]

Lin Yan'er's logic was clear. What she wanted was for this shorty to prove that Bamboo Wine was bad, not to prove whether Bamboo Wine was a monster.

But the shorty said, "He's already a monster. How can monsters be good? Which monster doesn't eat little monsters? Are there any kind monsters? Monsters are evil by nature! When they get ruthless, they will even eat the mothers who gave birth to them. They have no emotions at all and are cold-blooded animals!"

He felt that being able to prove that Bamboo Wine was a monster was enough to prove that Bamboo Wine was bad.

"That's another monster. Zhujiu is not like that! I've been with Zhujiu for so many years, and I've never seen Zhujiu eat meat, let alone smell any blood on him. So even if he is a monster, he is a good monster who doesn't eat random monsters!"

Lin Yan'er felt that Shorty's words were too absolute and she disagreed with his point of view.

The short winter melon said, "I don't want to argue with you. How can there be a monster that doesn't eat little monsters or humans? Do you really think monsters are vegetarians?"

He didn't believe it anyway.

Not only he didn't believe it, the other little monsters didn't believe it either.

"Isn't it normal for monsters to eat little monsters? It's normal for monsters to eat their own kind. Monsters are originally a species that preys on the weak. They are not little monsters like us who are not aggressive."

"Yes, monsters are very sinister and cunning. There is no way they can be kind. Whether they kill people or monsters, they are indiscriminate. They kill whenever they want. They don't know what is right or wrong."

"Monsters are cold-blooded at heart. I don't believe any of them are good. I'm most afraid of them. Every time I meet their eyes, I get scared and feel like I'm going to be skinned and eaten by them in the next second."

Seeing that all the little monsters followed the short guy, Lin Yan'er knew that it would be difficult to make them accept that monsters also have good sides. It was ingrained in the little monsters' bones that they were afraid of monsters.

However, Bamboo Wine is a bamboo monster, not a monster beast, so Lin Yan'er is not afraid of it.

She said to the short winter melon: "Then tell me, how do you prove that Bamboo Wine is a monster?"

She didn't believe that this shorty had the ability to distinguish between monsters and demons.

Unexpectedly, the short man took out a yellow talisman from his arms, threw it down, and said to Lin Yaner: "This is a demon-recognizing talisman that I found at the place where demon catchers gather. You can secretly stick it on Zhujiu, and the little demons and monsters will show their true form. But Zhujiu is very strong, and this talisman should not be able to make him show his true form."

"But the talisman will have the original appearance of the monster printed on it. If he is a monster, the appearance of a monster will appear on the yellow talisman. Otherwise, if he is really just a bamboo monster, there will only be a bamboo print on it, and it will not harm him."

"Do you dare to try?"

I, a shorty, don't believe that Bamboo Wine is from a bamboo monster. That level is simply not something a bamboo monster can have.

Lin Yaner picked up the yellow talisman, raised her head and shouted firmly: "Try it! But if Zhujiu is not a monster, you have to kneel on the ground and apologize to Zhujiu in person!"

She wanted to vent her anger for Zhujiu. This shorty's attitude was so infuriating!

"Okay!" The short winter melon agreed readily and asked, "If he is really a monster, not only will I want you to bring me some bamboo wine to apologize, I will also want you to kneel on the ground and let me beat you!"

He didn't forget that the little devil Lin Yan'er had hit him just now.

Lin Yaner also agreed readily: "Okay!"

At this time, one of the little monsters watching the fun said to the short winter melon on the tree: "I advise you not to add the last sentence. If Zhujiu sees you beating the little monster Lin Yaner, you will definitely not live to see tomorrow."

Another little monster echoed, "Indeed, playing is playing, making trouble is making trouble, but don't joke with someone's treasure. Just apologize, do you really want to fight back? Be careful that your winter melon skin will be shaved off by the bamboo wine."

Another little monster continued, "Little monster Lin Yan'er always helps us. She is a good monster. You don't have to treat her like this."

After listening to those little monsters, Shorty thought that his request was a bit too much.

If Zhujiu was really a monster, it would be easy for him to kill himself if he got unhappy. How could he possibly stop that little monster Lin Yan'er?

But before he could say anything, Lin Yaner spoke first: "I'm not afraid. If Zhujiu is really a monster, I will take Zhujiu with me to apologize to you. But I will only apologize for Zhujiu hiding the fact that he is a monster. I hope you understand that Zhujiu is not a bad monster. This yellow talisman of yours can only prove that Zhujiu hid the fact that he is a monster from me."

In her eyes, bamboo wine is a good demon!

"It's up to you. If he really is a monster, I won't believe you no matter how much you say. And no little monster will think he is a good monster." The shorty said proudly.

Lin Yaner snorted, "Just wait!"

She took the yellow talisman and left.

After he could no longer see Lin Yan'er's back, the short winter melon dared to come down from the tree. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and said, "Phew~ I was so scared. Fortunately, she didn't call Zhujiu over."

It must be said that the little monster Zhujiu is a bit unreasonable. Whenever he sees the little monster Lin Yan'er being bullied, he wants to kill the other person without saying a word, and the little monster Lin Yan'er can't be stopped.

Fortunately, Lin Yan'er, this little monster, knows that Zhujiu is very aggressive and usually doesn't like to call him out.

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the other side.

Lin Yan'er was holding the yellow talisman and thinking about how to stick it on Zhujiu. She felt there was no need to be sneaky. She could just stick it directly on Zhujiu's face and Zhujiu wouldn't tell anyone.

But in this case, will Zhujiu recognize the effect of the yellow talisman and try to cheat? What if the test result is wrong?

Lin Yan'er thought for a while and decided that it would be better to stick to Zhujiu's back while he was sleeping. Zhujiu was sleeping very soundly when they were sleeping, so he couldn't notice anything she did.

After deciding when to take action, she was no longer in a hurry to go back. She wanted to pick more beautiful flowers before going back.

She was not worried at all whether Zhujiu was a monster. After all, Zhujiu had never done anything bad. If he was a monster, he was a good one. It was just that the little monsters had a cruel stereotype about monsters.

However, Lin Yan'er was also a little curious whether Zhujiu was a monster. Zhujiu was indeed sometimes too powerful to seem like a little monster. He felt like a very powerful monster, but she didn't know what kind of monster it was.

She imagined it and felt that even if Zhujiu was a monster, it would be a very cute little monster, maybe with fluffy ears and a tail.

It must be very cute!

"Hehe, cute little bamboo wine monster..."

Lin Yan'er smiled foolishly twice, quickly retracted her increasingly outrageous thoughts, and skipped to pick flowers nearby.

……

At this time, Zhujiu, who was watering the newly grown seedlings, sneezed, his hands shook, and he watered too much, and the seedlings immediately wilted.

It’s bad, another immortal seed is wasted.

Zhujiu thought so, put down the spoon in his hand and sighed.

In front of him, there were all kinds of rare and precious herbs growing. If there was an immortal cultivator who knew what they were, he would definitely be shocked.

Because this place is simply like a fairyland, with all kinds of top-quality spiritual herbs and flowers. As far as the eye can see, the water flowing down here is "living water" containing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. For those who practice Taoism, it is simply the best place to practice.

It's a pity that no immortal cultivator has ever set foot here. There are only some unintelligent flowers, birds, fish and insects living here. But if you look closely, you will find that these seemingly ordinary scenes are not so ordinary.

"Little monster Lin Yan'er loves to eat this the most. Oh, it looks like we have to plant it again."

Zhujiu pulled out the wilted seedling and shook his head.

These things are extremely precious, but also extremely difficult to grow. If you are not careful, with too much water or too much soil, they will die immediately. They are very delicate.

Most people don't have the time and energy to raise these things. Only Zhujiu has the time and patience to take care of them carefully, just to pick them when they bear fruit and feed them to the little monster Lin Yan'er.

Zhujiu himself has no interest in food. He raises so many rare and exotic plants simply to make delicious food for the little monster Lin Yan'er.

He has been doing this for many years, so many times that he can't even count how many years it has been.

"Zhulong, has the flower you raised not bloomed yet?"

Suddenly, an old voice was heard, and a human face emerged on a stone wall.

Bamboo wine recognizes it, just as the saying goes, if the mountain has spirits, it will bring wisdom.

It is the spiritual consciousness that emerged after Zhongshan became enlightened.

"Well, not yet." Zhujiu said indifferently, "This matter can't be rushed, take your time."

The face printed on the stone wall said cheerfully, "You seem to be getting less anxious the more you grow it. I still remember when you first started growing this flower, you were so anxious that you hoped it would bloom the next second after you planted it."

Zhujiu curved his lower lip and smiled lightly: "It is a difficult flower to grow, but it is also a very lovely flower. In fact, I don't care whether it blooms or not."

"I see." Zhong Shan said, "I have been watching you raising this flower since I became intelligent. It has been tens of thousands of years, right? Now it has transformed into a little monster, jumping around, and it looks a lot like you back then."

It showed an expression of reminiscing about the past, and was quite emotional.

"You also liked to be lively back then. You were impatient, naughty and mischievous. You made a lot of noise on this mountain... It was a mess. You ran around every day, wanting to see everywhere and know everything..."

"The flower you grow looks a lot like you."

Hearing this, Zhujiu just smiled and said nothing.

The ones he raise will naturally look like him.

Zhong Shan continued, "Alas, it's a pity that you are less and less talkative now. I remember that you used to talk non-stop and told me everything you ate and did in detail. You talked so much that it gave me a headache."

Zhujiu smiled but still didn't say anything.

He found a piece of land, dug the soil, put a seed in, and buried it.

The seedlings that have just wilted now need to be replanted.

"Zhulong, are you really going to keep this flower like this for the rest of your life?" Zhong Shan asked with concern, "She may never bloom in her life, do you want to keep raising her like this?"

Zhujiu picked up the spoon beside him, scooped a spoonful of water from the bucket, and poured it into the soil little by little, not more, not less, just half a spoonful.

Putting down the spoon, he said, "Well, take your time to raise it."

Thinking of the flower that Zhong Shan mentioned that might never bloom in its entire life, Lin Yaner's cute and lively face emerged in his mind, and a smile unconsciously appeared between his eyebrows.

He really doesn't care whether it blooms or not.

And Lin Yan'er is exactly the flower that Zhong Shan has carefully nurtured, a flower... that may never bloom.

In fact, he knew when he started to grow this flower that it was a difficult flower to grow and it was easy to get no harvest.

But why does he still keep it?

Zhujiu looked at the soil that had just been wetted and thought of himself when he was still a little dragon. He was also jumping around and going wherever there were monsters. He had endless energy all day long.

He couldn't stay idle, so he looked around the sea and the sky, and made many acquaintances with people and monsters. However, humans don't live long, and neither do monsters.

Those who have been able to survive like him are all mature and steady monsters. They don’t like to play, let alone make trouble. Instead, they think he is not growing up and are as annoying as a flea.

So he could only play with those people or monsters with short lifespans, but he always had to face separation and death before playing with them for long, and he didn't like this feeling.

So he was unwilling to play with those people or monsters anymore, but he couldn't practice diligently alone during these long years, because he was not the type to practice diligently.

Until he found a seed.

A flower species that is said to fulfill all wishes when it blooms.

But this seed is difficult to germinate, and even more difficult to grow into flowers. Even if it does grow, it is difficult to make them bloom.

He didn't believe it, so he found a good place and buried the seeds. He took care of it day and night and didn't dare to leave.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, it sprouted.

The tips of the buds are tender green, cute and fragile.

If he moved a little further away, it would immediately turn yellow. He was so scared that he dared not move away at all. He guarded it every day and sent other little demons to get it if he needed anything.

Zhulong knew that this flower had to be taken care of carefully and not neglected at all, otherwise it would die in front of him in the next second.

He wanted to give up several times, but he was unwilling to accept the result and insisted on continuing to do so because he wanted to see the flower bloom.

He transformed into his original form, coiled around the tender bud in the middle, with his head above it, watching its every move almost intently, fearing that a strong wind would blow it off.

No matter it was windy or rainy, he always stayed by its side, never leaving.

Even under the scorching sun, he used his body to shade the sun, but he couldn't cover it too tightly. He needed to find a good balance and let in some sunlight.

At that time he wondered, when would this flower grow up?

After waiting and waiting, he finally grew a rudiment of a flower.

Although it hasn't bloomed yet, it makes him very happy.

But he didn't expect that if he continued to raise it, he didn't see the flower blooming. Instead, he saw a little monster. She was very cute and asked him with a smile what his name was. She also named herself Lin Yan'er.

He didn't know what to do with the flower for a moment. He looked at her leaving back and wondered if locking up this little monster would work. Would it scare her and make her die in front of him?

No one knew better than him how difficult it was to grow this flower. In order to avoid any accidents, he gave up the idea of ​​locking up this little flower demon, but he would never allow anyone to bully the flowers he raised.

He has been raising this flower for a long time, and he will never allow anything to happen to it!