[Honghuang] Recruiting demon flags

Daji was really stunned this time.

The empress wants her to be a human being.

Shemale is different, this is the truth that three-year-old children know.Humans are the elders and the spirits of all things, while demons are livestock, spirits and monsters who cause chaos, are of the race that is not our own, and are the targets of cultivators to kill demons and eliminate demons.

Being a person is something that the Yaozu dare not even think about.

Daji knelt in front of the chessboard carved by Aoshi, lowered her head deeply, grabbed the hem of her skirt, but her hands were trembling, and after a while, she asked softly in the same trembling voice: "Dare to ask your mother... to be one, Human, what should it look like?"

Nuwa finally turned around.

She glanced at Daji, but it was a pity that Daji was lowering her head in agitated mood and didn't see it.

Nuwa sat down in front of the chessboard, flicking her sleeves, the night seemed to be pulled out of the void, and condensed into black chess pieces between her fingers, and on the other side, the bright moonlight also merged into white chess pieces, falling on the On the opposite side of Daji's position.

Daji raised her head in surprise.

Nuwa played chess in the night, held one, held it between her fingers, her fingers were noble and slender against the night, and said indifferently: "A person has a family background, a homeland, relatives and friends, past events, and sadness. Anything you want."

She loses.

Daji understood what the empress meant, but she was born in a monster clan and was not elegant, so she could only say: "Empress, little demons can't play chess."

Nu Wa said: "Wherever you think looks good, you can go there."

Daji:"……"

Carefully, she lifted the hem of her skirt, and sat down beside the chessboard, imitating her empress, picking up a white piece, looking at the hundreds of squares on the chessboard in front of her, but she didn't know what to do for a moment.

Nuwa didn't urge her, but said again: "Do you know Su Daji's hometown?"

Daji: "The little demon knows."

She paused, thinking, as long as the empress doesn't urge her to play chess, everything will be fine, so she continued: "I was born in my hometown, and the little demon also has it. I think the feeling that the little demon has for Xuanyuanfen is the feeling that people have for their hometown." Forget it? As for relatives and friends, Xiao Yao has two sisters..." At this point, remembering that Pipa Jing and Pheasant Jing also received the imperial decree from the empress, but now they have not even entered the Shang Palace, so I can't go on talking for a while.

Nuwa didn't mean to blame this matter, the moonlight fell on her like a veil, and her face was very quiet for a moment, as if it hadn't changed since the beginning of the world, tens of thousands of years.

She said: "If you have any doubts, you can ask me."

Daji really thought about it: she was born in her native land, and her relatives and friends are all easy to understand; as for the sad place, it is even better to understand, she loves her mother but can't, it is the sad place, just——

"Do you want anything?" She asked, "What do people want?"

"In people's eyes, the most inferior ones are those who seek for themselves, a life of glory and wealth. This kind of people are often despised and exploit selfishness. The middle ones are those who seek for others, seek success for their relatives, and seek a smooth life for their loved ones. , this kind of people, whoever looks at it, will also give praises for their love and righteousness. The most superior ones pray for the people of the world, for the peace of the world, for the grain to be abundant, and for the people to live and work in peace and contentment..."

As Nuwa spoke, she sighed softly and stopped talking.

The moonlight fell on the chessboard, and the mottled shadows were cut by the vertical and horizontal notches.

On impulse, Daji suddenly grasped the chessboard in front of her.

She asked: "What people want is divided into three classes, so what kind of person does the empress—the empress want me to be?"

Nuwa raised her eyes.

For a moment, Daji thought she would really answer.

But Nuwa quickly looked away again, and just said: "There is one more thing, you need to remember: everyone is greedy, but hypocritical, easy to talk about elegance and friendship. A loving couple is lingering and intimate, and they are gods and couples; It's frivolous and frivolous if you hit it off immediately—and the latter kind of people always want the former kind, even the emperor is no exception."

Daji didn't hear what she wanted to hear, so she lowered her head again: "Oh." But after a while, realizing what the empress was saying, she raised her head in amazement, almost hurting her neck.

When she raised her head, Nuwa was looking at her, her face was shining brightly by the moonlight, and her eyes were full of smoke.

Then Nuwa smiled, "You must be thinking, how can I understand these things?"

Daji:"……"

She was already speechless, but after Nu Wa smiled, she held back her expression and said calmly: "The human race has existed for too long, thousands of years, and many people probably have forgotten who created them in the first place. "

Daji stared at her blankly, almost forgetting that she still held a white chess piece in her hand, not knowing where to make the move.

At this moment, Nuwa stretched out her hand and grabbed Daji's wrist which was hanging in the air.

With the moonlight shrouded in her fingers, she pulled Daji and helped her drop the white piece on the chessboard, right next to her own black piece.

Daji felt that it was hard to breathe, but she saw Nuwa was staring at her through a shallow chessboard, her phoenix eyes were slightly lowered, and the crow-like eyelashes swept down with her gaze, showing a rare tenderness. The dark gray pupils are clear and deep.

She said softly: "I may not understand love in the world, but I know what an emperor thinks."

Daji could hardly think, she thought, probably only the reflection of the empress in her eyes was left in her whole body.

"If I tell you that this chessboard was carved by my elder brother Fuxi himself, and I have talked with me for hundreds of years. When I placed the first piece, a bird spit out a peach core; The game is over, and the peach blossoms have already bloomed all over the green hills. But today, when I went to Huoyun Cave because of the calamity, Fu Xi, together with the other two emperors, advised me to think twice."

Daji seemed to understand, but she saw that Nuwa picked up another sunspot, held it between her fingers, and looked at the moonlight.

Then she lowered her eyes and said to Daji: "You want the king to favor you, so I have taught you a lot. King Zhou rules the world, and this seat controls the demon clan. The way of an emperor is not very different. Now... ...If you are asked to ask me to favor you, what are you going to do?"

With a bang, these words exploded in Daji's mind.

She had forgotten everything, and across a chessboard, Nu Wa was kneeling and sitting in front of her, beautiful and graceful, with a golden hairpin gently shaking, asking her to...beg for favor.

Daji suddenly felt her lips dry.

She straightened up slowly, slowly, seeing nothing in her eyes, only the reddish lips of the empress, and the surrounding moonlight like water.

Daji leaned over, and because of nervousness, her throat moved slightly. She guessed that in the eyes of the empress, such a small movement must be very obvious, and her demeanor was lost, but she couldn't care about it at the moment.

A shadow covered the chessboard, and she and Empress Nuwa were already close at hand. The Great God, the Supreme Being of the Monster Race, was right in front of her, as quiet as the moonlight from ancient times, and it was so beautiful.

She just needs, just-

Daji raised her head and printed her lips on it.

At this moment, she didn't feel the boundless Taoism of roaming the world, she didn't feel the power of the two great merits of mending the sky and creating people, she didn't feel the incense that lasted for thousands of years, and she didn't even see the face of the empress clearly. I know the touch under my lips, it is soft.

The lips of the saint are also soft.

Daji thought to herself, it is worth letting me die.

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