little demon

Chapter 6：老树开花记

Even the old dryad with a thick skin like a wall once made tender saplings that were fresh out of water.

When the Dryad was young, he liked to pretend to be a tree hole to deceive people. The stories he had heard were not as exciting as the ones in the script. If he hadn't been lazy and ugly, he might have become the king of teahouses.

On weekdays, he would always wander in the forest, and when he heard the sound of people, he immediately stood still and turned into an ancient tree in the sky, waiting for those who had nowhere to relieve their worries.

At that time, he crossed a hill and took a rest by the stream.The breeze in the forest was mixed with the scent of green grass and soil, and the sun was shining softly on his body, making the dryad feel drowsy, but soon he opened his eyes wide and lost all sleepiness.

At the upper reaches of the creek, a beautiful woman is taking a bath. The clear water of the stream cannot compare with his crystal clear skin. His long hair like a waterfall is like fine silk and hangs down to his ankles. He slightly raised his head, and the dryad saw the perfect beauty. Profile face and green eyes like new leaves.

The Dryad picked up a stone and threw it into the water with a splashing sound. The beauty in the stream turned her head when she heard the sound, and when she saw a stranger appearing in the place where he was alone, the beauty immediately became flustered, her cheeks were red and she looked even more delicious up.

Compared to the beauty's shyness, the dryad looked him up and down generously, and even praised him twice.

So the young man awkwardly covered his lower body, his fair and delicate skin like floating clouds showed an attractive color because he was too shy.

The Dryad felt he had seen enough before turning his back, and said calmly, "Don't worry, I won't be responsible for you."

The beauty subconsciously said, "Thank you."

"..."

Seems like something is wrong?

There was a sound of water behind him, followed by the rustling of dressing, and when the sound gradually stopped, the dryad turned around.

The blue-eyed boy stood quietly by the water in a clean white robe, his long eyelashes drooping, and his face still flushed.

"Hey!" The Dryad stepped forward.

The young man immediately raised his head like a frightened bird, his eyes overflowing with light.

"Why do I look like a bully?" The tree spirit muttered and walked in front of the boy.

"Why are you here alone in the wilderness?" the tree spirit asked.

"Because..." the young man smiled wryly, "I can only stay away from the crowd, and you'd better not get close to me."

The Dryad took a good look at his beautiful green eyes, and thought that he, a stranger, must have been bullied by cowardly and xenophobic people.

Thinking of this, the dryad puffed up his chest and said, "It's okay, I'm not afraid."

He is different from those humans who have never seen the world. The words he has seen are taller than tree stumps, and the operas he has heard are higher than rivers.

The flower demon was moved for a moment, but still lowered her head: "It's not a matter of being afraid or not."

He is a demon, and he shouldn't have contact with people.

The tree spirit guessed that the beauty in front of him must have lived alone for a long time, and neither dared to trust others easily, nor dared to contact others easily.

He said fiercely: "I have seen your naked body, don't you need to be responsible!"

The flower demon was stunned: "But you clearly said that you don't need to be responsible."

The Dryad said, "I mean I'm not responsible to you, I didn't say you don't have to be responsible to me."

He spoke so confidently that the flower demon didn't know how to refute for a moment.

"Don't think about things you don't understand," the dryad raised his hand, "just follow me."

A beautiful person should happily be with the demon, what does it look like to walk alone in the mountains all day with a sad face.

Shu thought carefully which one would be a better match between the beauty and the monster on Yaoshan Mountain.

The flower demon couldn't compete with him, so she gave in halfway and let him go.Looking at the dryad's heartless smiling face, the flower demon thought that even if the person in front of him was bad, he would be willing to be deceived for a while.

It's really been lonely for too long, and I can't resist a little warmth.

The flower demon laughed at herself.

The dryad caught a glimpse of his smile from the corner of his eye, thought he was happy, and became even more proud, but this pride went astray.

Yaoshan, which was close at hand, suddenly became far away.

Dryads and flower demons walked through the verdant forest, the sky was shining white, and the sun was shining in the east.

"We've circled the lake three times already." The dryad couldn't help muttering, his back was already soaked in sweat.

The flower demon comforted him: "The scenery here is beautiful and there are many fresh and tender wild fruits. Let's rest for a day."

The dryad gave up all expectations, touched the sweat on his nose, and sighed.

"Actually, this is my first time traveling far away. I'm glad to be able to walk more..." The flower demon began to show off his shy little smile again.

The dryad had no choice but to lean on a big tree and let the flower demon find something to eat.

At this time the sun was fully up, the forest was gradually lit up, the leaves were rustling, and the breeze was blowing slowly, bringing a series of ripples as it passed the mirror-clear lake.

The flower demon left for a long time and never came back, but the dryad's consciousness gradually became blurred, and a sweet dreamland was calling him.

When the flower demon came back, the dryad was already sound asleep. He put the bundle of wood in his arms on the ground, looked around, and then spread his five fingers. Green stems and leaves grew out along the fingers, and a fresh and tender flower quietly bloom on it.

The flower demon didn't know the identity of the tree spirit, but only knew that as soon as he met, he felt a kind of kindness and dependence on the tree spirit, and wanted to turn back into a real body and grow under his feet.

Embarrassedly smiled, the flower demon thought, if other people knew what he was thinking, they would definitely laugh at him as worthless.

After sitting quietly for a while, the flower demon patted the tree spirit reluctantly.

"Wake up, it's getting dark."

The dryad rubbed his eyes, and in a daze, his eyes fell on the branch in the arms of the flower demon, and he woke up instantly.

"I picked this up just now." The flower demon took out the flint, and sparks shot out when it collided with it, instantly igniting the wooden branch. "It's perfect for lighting a fire."

The dryad subconsciously stepped back.

"Are you afraid of fire?" The flower demon noticed his small movements.

"Well," the Dryad scratched his cheek, "kind of."

There is no reason why a plant is not afraid of fire. He looked at the calm and composed flower demon, and spontaneously felt a wave of respect.

Under his gaze, the flower demon felt uncomfortable. After a while, she blushed and said, "Is there something on my face?"

The tree spirit spoke nonsense: "Yes, there is 'Beauty' on the left cheek, and 'Shengshou' on the right cheek."

After hearing this, the flower demon wished she could shrink into a flower bud and burrow into the ground.

Knowing that the man's slick words and actions were too many to count, he was still full of joy, and the flower demon thought, no wonder the fairies are always tricked by humans.