Nezha Breeding Manual

The sun was slanting, hanging on the dark green and dense treetops, stretching Ye Wanqiu's shadow from the side to be slender, unbiased, just enough to reach Nezha's hand.

The little girl stood in front of him, raised her head, her eyes were narrowed because of the bright sunlight above her head, her eyes were shining brightly, and her voice was soft and cute: "Sister, you are so beautiful."

The completely unexpected words really made Nezha stunned: "What did you say?"

After hearing his voice, Ye Wanqiu froze in place, looked at him stupidly, and after a while, he began to mutter softly: "Sister...huh? Brother?"

The little girl who was completely dizzy could only hug the comic book in her arms and scratch the end of her eyebrows blankly: "It smells so good."

Saying that, Ye Wanqiu approached him slightly, took off the mask, carefully identified it for a while, then nodded suddenly: "Oh, it's a lotus."

With a touch of sweetness, rich and long-lasting, it is also refreshing.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Wanqiu smiled foolishly again, and stretched out his fleshy fingers to touch the windless and automatic Huntian Ling: "Your clothes are also beautiful, like my mother made them. She also does this." There are many, many, many people like it. Are you here to play too? Why don't you go and play with them? Where's your mother?"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Nezha to answer, she continued chirping: "Oh, I see, you also sneaked out to play, right? Me too! Let's play together? You go hide, I'll come to you on the count of ten! If you don't like being a ghost, I can keep looking for you."

Nezha froze in place, looking at the other party with slack eyes, and suddenly realized that she didn't seem to remember anything, and even her mind had degenerated like an ordinary human child.

She no longer remembers Chentang Pass, nor the God Realm.

Don't remember everything about the past, let alone him.

The moment this cognition came to the fore, Nezha's unstable divine power instantly became disordered.Even for a few seconds, he couldn't even see the scene in front of him clearly, so he could only subconsciously support the tree trunk next to him, as if he had lost all his strength, his face was so pale that there was no blood.

Ye Wanqiu was a little frightened by his reaction, and instinctively took a step back.

She saw the red lines at the end of his eyes, which were very special in shape and very beautiful, but against the somewhat pale background of his face, it was so red and thick that it was almost bloody.

"You...what's the matter with you?" Ye Wanqiu looked at the other party tremblingly, rubbing the thin comic book with his small hands, at a loss, "Do you have pain somewhere?"

She sometimes hurts when she touches it, but it doesn't hurt every time her mother blows it to her.

Thinking of this, Ye Wanqiu bravely walked up, blew lightly on Nezha, and reached out to touch his face: "It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt... Eh? You are so cold."

It's really cold, like a river in early winter, it's not bitter, but it can't be related to words like warmth.

She squeezed her hands unclearly, tilted her head to look at him, and asked nervously: "Is it still hurting? Then...then I'll go to my mother, okay? Every time my mother blows to me, I will It doesn't hurt anymore, I'm going to find my mother."

Seeing that she turned around and was about to leave, Nezha hurriedly grabbed her, knelt down in front of her on one knee, and narrowed the distance between the two of them, with a panicked expression: "Don't go."

"But..." Ye Wanqiu didn't know why and said, "Aren't you in pain? I'll go find my mother to cheer you up, and you'll be fine soon."

"Stay here." Nezha hugged her like a butterfly about to fly, his movements were so gentle that they were almost reverent, "Stay with me, don't go anywhere."

"Then are you still in pain?"

"Don't go, don't go again."

Ye Wanqiu rubbed his neck and felt that although the other party was very beautiful, but how he spoke was strange.

She resisted the other party's hug with some embarrassment, but still instinctively felt that Nezha was not malicious, so she offered to propose: "Well, let's stop playing hide-and-seek, shall I tell you a story? Mom bought it for me." Oh, the storybook."

The comic strip full of colorful patterns was quickly opened in Ye Banqiu's hands, and finally stopped at the first scene, which showed a white and clean milk doll curled up in a blooming lotus.

At this time, Ye Wanqiu was only four years old, still in kindergarten, and knew very few words.

But when she saw the first page, she was able to recognize the doll's name proficiently, and said with a little pride: "This is Nezha, my mother taught me to recognize it."

Nezha glanced down at the picture book in her hand, and his attention only shifted for half a second before returning to her: "What are you looking at?"

"Mom said that I was very seriously ill some time ago, and it was the third prince who saved me."

"Three, third prince?" Nezha repeated her words, as if to him, every word was a sharp thorn, even hearing it was a kind of torture, "You called me..."

He couldn't restrain his strength in holding Ye Wanqiu's shoulders, even though he tried his best to restrain them rationally and locked them in his knuckles, his whole body was frozen to the point of rigidity, but Ye Wanqiu frowned slightly.

"You're pinching me." She murmured and flinched, trying to break free from Nezha's grasp.

Feeling Ye Wanqiu's resistance, Nezha finally came back to his senses, lowered his voice and said, "Don't go, it's my fault. Does it still hurt?"

She shook her head indifferently, after all, Nezha was the first person who was willing to talk to her so much without refusing to play with her.It's a bit weird, but it looks so good-looking and smells delicious.

Ye Wanqiu thought for less than a second, and decided that he could continue to have fun with the other party.

So she smiled, took Nezha's hand, sat on the bluestone by the river together, and began to tell the story of Nezha's troubles in the sea to the comic book.

Nezha didn't listen to what she was saying at all, and his mind was full of countless thoughts that were too chaotic to grasp:

Why did she become like this?

Where has she been in the past 1000 years?

Could it be that because of the existence of a different species, the impact on the human world is too great, so that she disappeared from the sea of ​​drowning, lost her memory and became what she is today?

Too much confusion, despair, pain, and grievances that were about to get out of control, all entangled together, pressing on his heart, sinking continuously.

Nezha looked at the girl next to him again, with a completely sickly hollow expression, as if time and space had stopped at this moment, only the waves of light flowing on her hair and eyelashes were still dynamic.

The hot golden color burned from the tip of Ye Wanqiu's hair and imprinted in Nezha's eyes, burning away the pitch black that was already crumbling, leaving only the black pupils in the center, like an abyss suddenly split open on the surface of the sun.

Also at this moment, he suddenly thought in a daze, why does she have to be a fresh and independent life?

It would be fine if she was a puppet that couldn't be separated from her, she would always just sit in his palm, smile at him, and talk to him.Whenever he wants, she will be by his side.

No matter what method is used, it doesn't matter, as long as she can't leave, she will never disappear again.

It's just that she is still too young to understand many things, let alone figure them out.

But children's minds are always pure and pure, and they will believe what others say.

Sounds like it might as well.

Before he finished thinking, Ye Wanqiu, who was talking vigorously, suddenly stopped, murmured a few words with an uneasy expression, and quickly skipped a few comic strips in his hand.

Nezha looked down at her actions, his golden eyes were so bright that he was oppressed, and he locked her figure in his sight like a cage: "Why did you stop?"

"I don't like this part." Ye Wanqiu pursed her lips, and didn't stop until the beautiful boy on the screen was reborn from the lotus.

"why?"

Ye Wanqiu frowned, looked at the brilliant spot of light that was sifted by the tree crown above his head and landed in front of his toes with an uneasy expression, but replied very seriously: "Because he will hurt."

Nezha was stunned.

"The monsters under Donghai are all bad. Let's bully him together and ask him to cut himself with a knife." Ye Wanqiu became more and more aggrieved as she said that, her eyes turned red, "I used to secretly play with the needle my mother used to sew clothes. , I was also stabbed, it really hurts.

There were so many people there, and his parents were there, why didn't they help him fight those monsters together, why didn't they go to save him? "

"When he cut himself with the sword, he bleed a lot of red blood." She said, looking down at the boy in the painting, her eyelashes were kissed by the sun to form a hazy and fine halo, and she continued raving. Said, "He may still be crying, he must be very sad."

Xia Que stood on the branch, flapped its wings and flew away.

As the branches swayed, the mottled light and shadow swayed slightly in Nezha's eyes, like interlaced and tumbling layers of golden waves, and finally settled down slowly.

He finally understood that the girl in front of him is still his Ye Wanqiu, no matter how old her mind is, no matter whether she still remembers the unforgettable past, her heart has never changed.

There are so many souls in the world who pray for Nezha's blessing.What they saw was the fairy boy who was born from the spirit pearl and was born to be a governor, the supernatural young man who made trouble in the sea and slayed dragons, and also the incarnation of the lotus flower, the proud god of killing.

Only in Ye Wanqiu's eyes, he is Nezha.

Will cry, will hurt, will be sad.

"You feel sorry for... him?" Nezha asked softly.The girl's expression was too focused, as if she had been completely distracted by the plot in the myth.Even for her now, those are just stories drawn on paper, and there is a wide time gap of 3000 years between her and the present.

Ye Wanqiu shrank his body like a kitten, propped his chin on his knees with his hands, hummed absently, and after hearing his silence for a few seconds, he continued: "Don't read these things that make you unhappy after reading them. , don't be sad."

She tilted her head and met his dark eyes: "I'm not unhappy, everyone here likes the third prince very much. My mother said that I begged the third prince to save me when I was sick before." Yes, he's fine."

Nezha held his breath and touched her hair tentatively, his fingertips trembling, for fear of scaring the other party's caution: "Then do you like him?"

like?

Ye Wanqiu didn't have a very clear concept of this word, she just thought it was like she liked those embroidery, brown sugar cold cake, mother, paper-cut and all kinds of colorful silk threads made by Uncle Ling.

So she looked at the heroic young man in the comic book, nodded honestly, and said in a sweet voice, "Of course I like it."

Her words were like a ray of light, easily piercing through the dark clouds and snow that had lingered in Nezha's heart for thousands of years, and the moment it fell into his hearing, everything in the world died and came back to life.

Even if he knew that she was actually too young to understand the meaning of his words, such an answer was enough.

At this time, Ye Wanqiu suddenly looked back at the embroidery shop not far away, stuck out his tongue, and jumped down: "I'm going home, I'll play with you tomorrow. Will you come?"

Nezha instinctively wanted to answer yes, but he reacted immediately and repeated jerkyly: "Go home?"

Shouldn't her home be Sanfeng Palace?Where is she going?

"That's right." Ye Wanqiu pointed to the embroidery shop where people come and go, "My home is right there, I'll go first."

"Don't go! Don't go again, you promised me, you are not allowed to go!" Nezha pulled her back into his arms and hugged her tightly without even thinking about it. Can't hide the panic, "You said you wouldn't leave me alone, you said it."

"You come home with me, let's go home."

"I've been waiting for you...I've been waiting for you for a long time, don't pretend you don't remember me."

"Remember quickly, Wan Qiu..."

Ye Wanqiu was a little frightened by his jumpy and sudden emotions, subconsciously wanted to push him away, with a dazed face: "How do you know my name?"

Nezha didn't answer, just kept saying her name like a man in a daze, begging her to remember in a low voice.The cold hand touched Ye Wanqiu's face, trembling as if being caressed by some cold-blooded creature, which made Ye Wanqiu start to struggle in fear.

"No, let me go, I want to go home, I want my mother, let me go, let me go!"

She didn't know this person at all, why did he know his name and still say something she couldn't understand.

and……

So sad.

His expression looked really sad.

Ye Wanqiu couldn't understand how the other party was embracing her trembling arms, how those countless intense emotions that were struggling and torn in his eyes tortured him endlessly until he was on the verge of collapse.

She tried hard to break away from Nezha's hand, but she couldn't match his strength at all. She couldn't help crying in desperation: "I don't know what you are talking about, woo woo woo... Let go of me, I want Come home, my mother will find me."

"I'm looking for you too." Nezha hugged her relentlessly, the red lines at the end of his eyes were so bright that he seemed to have hurt his eyes from crying, and his voice was hoarse, "I'm looking for you too..."

I kept searching and waiting, and I was almost desperate to find him. I waited until he was covered in bruises, but what I got in exchange was this result.

"Will you come with me, Wanqiu, come with me. I will protect you, and I will give you whatever you want, okay, okay..."

"I don't know you!" Ye Wanqiu pushed him hard, weeping, "Mom—! I want my mother, go away, woo woo..."

Her resistance finally became the death sentence in the hands of the judge, and she threw it in front of Nezha mercilessly, pushing him to the bottom of hell.

He looked at the girl crying out of breath in front of him, and all the light in his eyes finally collapsed into nothingness without focus.

When Wei Li and Su Chen arrived, they saw Ye Wanqiu crying and yelling at Nezha to let him go, and quickly worked together to construct a barrier that humans couldn't see to separate them from the outside world.

"Get her away." Suchen said with a frown.

"it is good."

Shao Lan looked at Ye Wanqiu, who was taken away by Wei Li, and knelt in front of Nezha, who was completely unresponsive. She couldn't find anything to say for a while, but felt scared.

The Nezha she knew always had such a cold and distant appearance, with a natural arrogance, and everything to him was just a phantom that flashed away in his eyes.

Such a bright and clean boy should sit on the altar, be admired by others, and be free from worries and sorrows.

But now, he fell into this mortal part of the world, lost all vitality, as if he had been sucked out of his soul.Looking at him, Shao Lan suddenly had a feeling that Nezha now was put together piece by piece, and would be completely broken apart with a slight touch.

"Third Prince..." She tried to comfort him, but she didn't dare to get close. She could only abide by the boundaries of her subordinates, knelt aside and tried to think of words, "Don't be sad. San Niangniang, she...she is just too old. I'm too young, and I still can't quite understand what you said. Wait... When San Niangniang grows up, you can tell her slowly, she will understand, and she will come back to you, definitely will."

Su Chen looked at Ye Wanqiu who had already run into the embroidery shop, then turned to look at Nezha, he could only shake his head and sigh.

Not long after returning to Sanfeng Palace, Minghuang and Suchen brought back the Lingzhu to Nezha.

A brilliant crystal red one, with lingering sparks, was suspended in the astrolabe and placed in front of Nezha.He didn't even lift his eyelashes, and still maintained that posture motionless.

Suchen didn't disturb his emotions, and didn't do any useless consolation, he just said: "Minghuang and I have checked, that girl is indeed not human, and she also has a different sense of smell just like Wanqiu. There is no scar left to save you."

Nezha still didn't move, only rolled his eyes to look at an empty place.

"About Wanqiu's life experience and origin, we have always been unclear. My personal opinion is to observe and see.

If she is really Wanqiu, then why she turned into a child, and has no memory, and even the scars on her body have healed, all these need to be clarified.

so……"

As Shuchen said, he pushed the Lingzhu into Nezha's hand from the air: "You need to get better."

"Regarding this matter, my brother and I will help investigate together. However, you can no longer directly interfere in her life like this." Ming Huang also said, "She is only four years old now, maybe after a while You will forget about today, which is the best. I know you can't stop seeing her forever, but you really can't be like today."

"Can't?" Nezha repeated blankly.

Ming Huang groaned, clenched his fist and tapped his forehead, and then said slowly: "It's not that you understand that meaning, I mean, you can't go to see her when she finds out.

She is only four years old now, and she is easily frightened. She will run away if she sees you in the future. Is this what you want? "

"Besides, it's not that there is no room for change in the matter. It's just a child, and emotions come and go quickly. You should observe whether she is really Wanqiu. Anyway, the whole thing is full of doubts now, don't you It's time to use the wrong emotion."

Nezha didn't answer, his thin red lips were pursed, his eyes were dim, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"That's all we want to talk about, you should take a good rest for the next two days." After finishing speaking, Su Chen left with Ming Huang.

Nezha held the pearl in his hand and looked at it for a long time, and finally took it back to himself.

The moment his divine power filled and spread, he opened his eyes again, and the irises were golden.

He came to the room where he and Ye Wanqiu used to be, rubbed his fingertips on Xueyan's cold scabbard, turned and left Sanfeng Palace.

After nightfall, the new campus of Yicheng University is completely dark, only the old campus is brightly lit.

This demon prison was established 700 years ago, and it was not disguised as a school until the last hundred years, which happened to be convenient for the activities of the Protoss in the world.

Mo Yan and Xiao Qiming are patrolling the forbidden room tonight.

Seeing Nezha coming, Xiao Qiming immediately knelt down on one knee to salute, but Mo Yan was the first to find out that something was wrong with him.

Those golden killing pupils are too obvious.

He carefully examined the other party's expression, and exhaled light blue smoke: "The third prince seems to be in a bad mood?"

Xiao Qiming raised his head, and quickly noticed the cold murderous intent hidden in Nezha's expression. He was about to say something, but was interrupted suggestively by Mo Yan, motioning him not to speak.

"In addition to the previous ones, how many new demon spirits are there?" Nezha asked.

"The total number of big and small is about several hundred." Mo Yan replied, "What's wrong?"

"Everyone go out." Nezha didn't even look at them, the golden ring on his wrist vibrated.

"marshal……"

"Get out!" Nezha glanced at him coldly, the anger surging in his pupils seemed to break out of the cage in the next second and tear him to pieces.

"Then it seems that we don't need to patrol anymore." Mo Yan smiled slightly, and pushed Xiao Qiming who was still in a daze backhand to the door, "Thank you, Third Prince."

After speaking, he also disappeared.

Nezha walked into the forbidden room, raised his hand and summoned the purple flame sharp gun, the sharp gun/point was in the endless void, dragging bright sparks with his walking pace.

The circle of heaven and earth flew out of his hand, releasing all the monsters bound by the spirit locks.

Flames flared from his spear/tip, lighting up nearly the entire forbidden room.The scorching heat wave boiled the air, lifting up his long hair and the Huntian Ling wrapped around his body, Rong Ruohao's face was full of killing intent so strong as to hate.

Even if he just got back the Lingzhu, it would be easy for him to consume his divine power like this, but Nezha is still relentless and frighteningly crazy.

Continuous screams and crackling flames resounded densely around, and the demon blood splashed down like rain, and was evaporated by the sea of ​​flames before it could hit the ground.

Fenghuolun moved from his heart and entrusted Nezha into the mid-air occupied by demons.In his hands, Huntian Ling became a sharp weapon that could kill people without blinking an eye. The soft red silk stretched infinitely, moving around nimbly, dragging back all the demon spirits that tried to escape, and crushing the bones of the whole body alive.

The circle of heaven and earth whirled in the forbidden room, and the lotus blades spread out on both sides were so sharp that they would cut the throats of those little monsters with weak mana just the moment they touched them, but they were not polluted at all. It returned to Nezha cleanly.

Among these monsters, only Bi Fangniao is a high-level demon spirit. When almost all of his fellows are dead, he still has the strength to fight with Nezha, but he still dies under the purple flame spear .

He was stepping on the Hot Wheels, amidst the heavy fatigue and the sea of ​​corpses and blood, he suddenly thought of Ye Wanqiu's voice and smile.

Remembering how she looked in her wedding dress,

Thinking of her appearance in white clothes wins the snow,

I remembered that when she occasionally got playful, she would deliberately sneak in from the other side of the quilt, nestle in his arms and kiss him with a smile.

I still think of the way she was lying on/under him, in a daze, calling his name entwinedly, biting his shoulder and calling him her husband.

Enough is enough, he's going crazy.

……

All those evil spirits in the forbidden room were wiped out overnight by the third prince.

When the news came out, all the monsters in the school who had surrendered to the God Realm hugged together, trembling and crying bitterly, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

As the dean of teaching, Song Lu was forced to open for business. He had a headache that exploded and comforted him for a long time. Finally, he slapped the table and shouted: "Who the hell cries again, I will let him try/gun the third prince!"

The whole hall was instantly silent.

From that day on, Nezha spent almost all of his free time on finding Ye Wanqiu's background and visiting her in Yicheng from time to time.

He carefully guarded the person he finally found, protecting her like a shadow for 14 years.

Time passed slowly, and Ye Wanqiu grew up year by year, becoming more and more like the person in Nezha's memory, even his personality and many subtle habits were exactly the same.

She followed Ye Zhilan to learn embroidery, cooking and brewing lotus wine.Every June, I go to collect lotus flowers in early summer and prepare them in advance. When the third prince comes back to life, I will personally send them to Nezha Palace to pay homage.

She began to learn to hide her strange sense of smell, and she also preferred white more and more. Almost half of the clothes in the closet were pure white and flawless.

After entering high school, Ye Wanqiu began to learn to ride a bicycle staggeringly.When she first started on the road, she started yelling out of fear when she encountered bumpy bluestone roads. She overturned the car on the spot several times due to poor control, and even fell headlong into the grass on the side of the road. He was in a mess all over his body, and his facial features were wrinkled in pain while sitting on the ground.

She started to have three or two close friends, and after class, she hid in the corner of the corridor to share some girls' little secrets.

Or during the sports meeting, a few people sit crowded together in the auditorium of the track and field, and tease which boy looks the best, which is relatively more in line with their own aesthetics.

She had studied dance for several years, and later changed to guitar because she really didn't like it. Unfortunately, because of the heavy schoolwork in high school, she hadn't touched it for a while.

The last time I played it was when I went to Nezha Palace with Ye Zhilan during the holidays to help arrange rituals and pay homage.

She was wearing a simple white dress, and her black hair was carefully tied up with red strings. She sat under the old tree full of prayer belts, bowing her head and plucking the strings of the guitar.The smooth and pleasant music, with the transparent gleam refracted when the sun falls on the river, burst out from under her fingertips.

Every year when it comes to his resurrection ceremony, even if Ye Wanqiu finds it difficult to bear the complicated and strong smell in the crowd, he will participate.

If the store is busy, she will go to the palace to deliver lotus wine by herself, and she will release river lanterns from the upper reaches of the river with other believers and children.

One lamp is one wish. Those lotus river lanterns carrying the prayers of believers drift down the river, most of which are related to the believers themselves, or to pray for others.

Only Ye Wanqiu has never made any wishes or begged for any blessings. Every time she puts out lanterns, she only has a short sentence:

"Happy birthday to the third prince."

But in fact, that day was not the day when Nezha was really resurrected.

She just can't remember.

After setting off the river lanterns, Ye Wanqiu was not in a hurry to go down the mountain, instead he would find out a small bottle of lotus wine that he secretly hid, drink it while wandering leisurely along the forest and river, enjoying the time when no one is around.

What she didn't know was that many, many times, Nezha would follow behind her not too far or too close, keeping just the right distance so that her sense of smell could not detect it, but she didn't make a sound, just watching her raise her hand silently. Wearing a white skirt and sandals, she walked slowly and cheerfully on the grass, while shaking her head and humming along to the melody in the earphones.

Her singing voice is very clean, with the clarity and cheerfulness unique to girls, like a ribbon glowing in the hazy darkness, gently winding around the waves in the dense and green forest, and staying on Nezha's heart.

I don't know if it was intentional, but Nezha found that she would sing the line nine times when she came to her palace ten times, "He is unique in this life, the crown prince is full of sandalwood and incense, and he catches the dragon and returns to the waves by the East China Sea".

She seemed to like this one very much.

When the college entrance examination was approaching, Ye Wanqiu seldom came to the palace, and most of the people who came were Ye Zhilan.

In the summer vacation after the college entrance examination, it was time for Ye Wanqiu.

As usual, she should come to her palace to fulfill her wish.

Nezha watched her worry about college volunteers every day, and worry about embroidering her own god statue in order to catch up with work. She often stayed up until midnight before going to bed.

Only at that time, she would lie quietly and obediently on the bed, even if Nezha approached her and planted a kiss on her brow and lips, she would not resist, let alone notice.

He collected a lot of meaningless words and sentences that Ye Wanqiu wrote and drew, everything, such as embroidery drafts, copied lyrics of high school songs, excerpted lines or poems, acupuncture formulas Ye Zhilan taught her, and so on.

On the day she brought the embroidered portrait to the palace to fulfill her wish, she played with the white tiger for a long time.

Looking at the smile on her face, Nezha suddenly wanted to take her away just like that, bring her back to Sanfeng Palace and lock her up, so that she could only watch him forever and never have the chance to leave again.

But when he thought of her resistance to him when he was young, he began to hesitate again, and even feared that she would get bored or hate him from now on.

Minghuang saw his worries, but just smiled calmly: "It's not difficult, anyway, Wanqiu is going to come to our school to study. You were her teacher at that time, and you have plenty of time and opportunities to teach her , Let her get used to you and like you. At that time, there is no need for anything else, and she will not leave by herself. "

"That's why you gave Ah Jun a dagger condensed by the sun's rays, so that she can get used to you and like you?" Nezha said without any ups and downs.

Ah Jun's personal weapon was made by Ming Huang himself, as long as she carried it with her, he could easily sense it no matter where she went.

Regarding this point, Nezha thinks that Ah Jun should not know, otherwise he would not use it so without psychological barriers.

But it doesn't matter, he doesn't bother to care.

"Didn't I give you a demonstration, how to practice it depends entirely on yourself."

Nezha stopped talking and didn't speak.

In fact, he knew all of these things. It was nothing more than using traps, false appearances, and all conceivable conspiracies and schemes like arranging troops. If necessary, he had to make enough sacrifices to lure the other party into being fooled.

This method is called maneuvering in other places, and it is called seduction/leading when it comes to emotions.

He knows it all.

It's just that he didn't expect that there would be a day when this trick would be used on Ye Wanqiu.

However, when Nezha saw Ye Wanqiu walking towards him step by step from the darkness without realizing it, he figured it out.

As long as he can make her love him like before, he can do whatever it takes.

So, knowing that she would become dependent on the smell on his body, Nezha still approached her, deliberately getting her used to the smell when he was next to her.

She loves to say thank you and is so infuriatingly polite.So Nezha would change the subject and interrupt her every time she was about to say thank you.

Nezha also knows that because her mother is her believer, after knowing the truth about the whole school, Ye Wanqiu will definitely choose to rely on and trust herself unconsciously.

Therefore, after Song Lu's illusion failed on her, Nezha didn't evade at all, and just told her everything.

He gave Ye Wanqiu all the protection and preferential treatment beyond the so-called "believers", but he kept restraining himself from wanting to get close to her, so as not to scare her.

The long and ambiguous probing was wearing down his patience every day.

Everything is going smooth.

Until Ye Wanqiu was discovered by the forerunner of the God Realm.

When Nezha learned of this, Nezha almost wanted to kill him immediately, but was stopped by Song Lv desperately.

However, his movements were still faster than Song Lv's, and he almost killed half of the advance officer with one shot.

When rushing back to school, Ye Wanqiu was still waiting for him, but the way he looked at him was completely different.

It was full of doubts, bewilderment, and disbelief.

When the Killing Eyes are opened, the whole world is colorless, only messy black and white lines.

But she is clear and real independent of all the chaos.

Nezha watched silently as she subconsciously bit her lip. Such a rich and gorgeous red color made it difficult for him to maintain his so-called sobriety.

Then simply let her know and tell her all her truest thoughts.

If she wants to escape, lock her in a cage.No matter what method is used, she can only stay by her side forever.

"The door is open, if you want to leave, you can go anytime."

As Nezha said this, what he thought in his heart was that as long as she dared to take a step, she would be captured and tied up in the Sanfeng Palace, and she would not be allowed to go anywhere or see anyone else.

He didn't know what he would do, but he didn't intend to change his mind, even if Ye Wanqiu hated him, it didn't matter.

At least in that case, she will have him in her eyes, and she can only face him alone.

Nezha thought so, but nothing showed on his face, still indifferent and focused, waiting patiently for her reaction.

But Ye Wanqiu just sat on the grass, cocked his hair for a while, and didn't intend to leave at all, nor did he have any fear or dodge.

Just before Nezha was about to completely lose control, she jumped into his trap and hugged him.

All his sins, all his sufferings, were all forgiven in this instant.

The author has something to say: This chapter has a total of [-] words, and there is no need to wait for the next two days.

By the way, in fact, I have said it many times before. If you don’t want to refresh so many times, you can just come back after nine o’clock.

After reading this chapter, you may feel different when you look back at the first volume of the opening chapter.