His old enemy deceives the world

Fine.

Finally, meeting Chong Yan's enthusiastic gaze, Chu Yu buried the tree seed in.

At this time, the sun had already set, and the mountain stream had already become dark even earlier. Seeing the black soil gradually cover up the last trace of greenery, Chu Yu stood up.The incense on the sacrificial table had just been burned out, and after the remaining sporadic ashes flickered, the surrounding area was completely silent.

The atmosphere seemed to have suddenly climbed to an inexplicable peak. If it weren't for the ink ball in his arms still clinging to the skin and exuding the cool water, Chu Yu would have thought he was visiting someone's grave today.

The corners of his mouth were raised with a smile on his face, his eyes fell on the small dirt bag, and mixed emotions suddenly stirred up in his chest.

Speaking of which, this tree species is still a token of love given to him by Chong Cang, which obviously happened a few months ago, but thinking about it now, it seems like a lifetime ago.Somewhere in his heart, he still can't believe that the person on the top of Qiongtu Mountain who said that he would strip his demon bones would be Chong Cang—this person once gave him an unforgettable humiliation, but he also protected him under the nine-day thunder calamity. Afterwards, he saved him many times in the Zhulong Forbidden Land. The relationship between the two has ceased to be a simple old enemy. Even if Chu Yu refuses to admit it, some complicated feelings have already grown in the dark fermentation.

Unspeakable ambiguity, precautions like walking on thin ice, hot and cold temptations, and disputes and entanglements after seeing each other... Until the end, the moment when the soul feathers were returned, the two of them understood each other under the ten thousand-year sycamore tree, At that moment, Chu Yu thought he had caught something, but in the end he was deceiving himself.

——Didn’t you say that you want to fall in love with him willingly?

Distraughtly pulling her hair back from her head, Chu Yu let out a breath of turbid air, and simply stepped forward to pick up two sticks of incense from the sacrificial table, raised them up and said silently: Chong Cang, from now on, you and I will part ways. After everything is over, I will hide my name and never be born again. I hope you can also know each other and don't come to provoke me. Everyone is different, everyone is happy, and no one will blame anyone in the future.

After thinking about it, he inserted the incense stick and watched it burn to the bottom quietly.

"Go back." Chu Yu said rather vicissitudes in the wind.

"Yes, my lord."

Although he didn't understand Chu Yu's expression as if he suddenly saw through the world of mortals, Chong Yan didn't ask much.In his opinion, this demon master who always shows people with a calm face has always been unfathomable, and there must be unexpected meanings behind his every move, and even yawning may be some kind of foreshadowing before the coming rain—— Such a ruler, in the eyes of all living beings, has been separated from the emotions and desires, so that no one can associate him with some kind of bloody love entanglement.

Naturally, Chongyan cannot be blamed for thinking this way, because this is the stereotype that most monsters had of the demon lord Chu Yu 6000 years ago. like that.

But in fact the fact is just the opposite. Whether it was before or now, Chu Yu has always been easily guided by his personal feelings in his life, but this weakness is easily covered up by his strong character, making it difficult for people to notice.

The evidence is that after returning to the dormitory, the ex-demon lord, who was naturally sentimental, opened a jar of wine with a sigh.

Of course, the ending was not unexpected, Chu Yu got a little overwhelmed after just one drink, he waved away the heavy flames in a trance, and when no one was around, he changed back to his original shape with a bang, his fluffy body changed from Arched out from the messy clothes, swaying, blurred vision, but just happened to see the ink ball that was about to slip again, so without thinking, he stepped on it angrily:

"Chong old demon! You are an old liar who keeps going back and forth, where do you want to go?"

Ink Ball froze when it heard this claim, but before the surprises and hesitation in its heart could be fully brewed, the little red bird began to trample on it crazily, rubbing it flat and round it, and said furiously:

"What's the difference? No one blames anyone... Just dream! I will remember this grudge for a lifetime! If you don't take an oath, you won't be a demon! You can enjoy it now, and wait until I get back all the demon power and become a demon again!" As the master, you must uproot this wolf-hearted tree and transplant it to the Gobi to expose it to the sun!"

Cursing so much, the little red bird threw it into the wine glass, turned it upside down, and shook it desperately: "You want to run away? Don't think about it! Now it's your turn to taste the taste of being a prisoner!"

At the end of venting, the logic of the sentence was already chaotic. It wasn't until the alcohol completely surged up that the little red bird wobbled and fell on the table, falling into a coma.

During the ups and downs of the soft belly, its fluff also fluffed up, and occasionally let out a low cry, it looked like a pool of melting glutinous rice balls.

On the other side, the white porcelain cup turned upside down on the table moved, and the ink ball pushed through the rim of the cup and came out.

It was drenched with wine, and it moved forward a little bit wetly, and came to the side of the sleeping little red bird. There was no emotion on its round body, but it moved slowly, as if it wanted to Touched the drunk bird, but shrank back when it got close to it. It was stunned for a while, but when it regained consciousness, it turned around and jumped off the table resolutely.

The current self is no longer a tall sycamore tree that can shield him from wind and rain, and if he continues to stay, it will only become his burden.

And...Looking back at the red hair ball on the table for the last time, Chong Cang's heart was gloomy—even if he stayed, how would he face Chu Yu in the future?Is it just based on the current appearance?The most regrettable thing in the world is when a beauty dies and a hero dies, because the more you have seen the scenery on the top of the mountain, the more you cannot accept the fact that it is nothing but mud.

He would rather wander in the world with Chu Yu's hatred until he dies, than gradually wear away all the pride he once had in the midst of adversity.

Thinking in this way, it left the hall sadly, but when it finally reached the entrance of the cave, a small bird suddenly sprang out from the nearby bushes, and picked it up quickly with the speed of a thunderbolt. it just runs.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp..." the little bird cried anxiously as it ran, wondering where to bury this trophy?

The ink ball that finally made up its mind: "..."

It seems that his life is going to be planted on the bird.

……

……

Waking up from the dim light of dawn, the little red bird shook all over. After combing its feathers sluggishly for a while, it slowly crawled back into the pile of clothes it took off yesterday, transformed into an unfathomable aura However, he was intoxicated in the laziness of half-dream and half-awake, but he felt in a trance that he seemed to be missing something.

Is it the half piece of rice paper?Chu Yu touched the cuff and found that it was still there.

what is that?Chu Yu got off the couch while thinking, staring blankly at the tree shadows reflected on the window sills, and finally realized after a while.

Tree!his tree! ... Where is Ah Zi?What about ink balls?

Putting his hand into his bosom, he found nothing, but Chu Yu suddenly recalled the scenes of last night, he stepped on the ink ball under his paws... Oh, my God!Drinking is really a mistake!Why doesn't he have a long memory?

Ah Zi wouldn't run away from home in anger, would she?

No... no, Chu Yu calmed down.Ah Zi is so attached to him, she won't break her friendship with him just because of such a trivial matter, and with its current appearance, it can't get out of this mountain stream at all!

Thinking about it this way, I let go of the fear of Ah Zi getting lost, but then I became worried about Ah Zi's safety. After all, an ink ball that has no power to fight back can easily be reduced to the claws of birds and beasts Even if you are unlucky and encounter a monster with a little intelligence, it may not be taken as a tonic...

Thinking of this, Chu Yu was shocked, and immediately took off the cloak from Mu Shi, put it on casually, and hurried out of the cave.

In the mountain stream, there was a vast morning mist, with a crow-blue sky overhead, and everything around was completely silent. Every plant and tree seemed to be immersed in this short-term tranquility, but Chu Yu keenly caught the superfluous sounds in the grass except for the chirping of insects.

"Ah Zi?" Chu Yu stepped forward to push aside the grass, but found a shivering baby bird inside, and said in surprise, "It's you."

Unlike Chong Cang, as a bird, Chu Yu can recognize most of the same kind with similar feathers and colors at a glance, and the bird cub with a white tip on its hair in front of him is the one who snatched away the ink ball before. The one to show off to your friends.

Chu Yu vaguely remembered his name, frowned and said, "Chong Hao... right? Why are you outside before dawn? Where is the person in charge of taking care of you?"

Originally, Chong Hao was very guilty when he saw Chu Yu, but now the series of questions made the little bird even more confused. He drooped his head and dared not look at Chu Yu, and even the tips of his wings trembled slightly.

"........."

His reaction was self-inflicted, Chu Yu sighed and said, "How about this, return the ball to me now, and I won't tell Chong Yan about your running around, how about it?"

"Chirp...don't, don't tell him, he will punish me for eating bugs." Chong Hao immediately said pitifully: "Qiaoqiu... I buried Qiuqiu..."

"Where is it buried?" Chu Yu asked.

"No, I don't know..." As soon as Chong Hao talked about this, he suddenly burst into tears, raised his head and screamed non-stop, out of breath: "As soon as the ball is buried, it will change! It will become a monster." La! Beep..."

Chu Yu: "..." Aren't you a monster?

It seems that there is nothing to be learned from the child, Chu Yu sent him back, but he walked towards the place where the tree seeds were buried yesterday.

In Zi Zhonghao's description, Ah Zi seemed to startle the little bird cub because of her sudden transformation. So, could it be that the tree species has already germinated?

With expectations and apprehensions in his heart, Chu Yu didn't understand why his emotions were so complicated, as if the hazy omen that had been hanging in his heart was about to be punctured, he walked slowly through Mizuki Mincer's forest. For a while, until his eyes suddenly opened up - he saw the green shoots protruding from the black soil swaying in the wind, but there was no one around.

But Chu Yu didn't stop, as if there was something guiding him in the dark, and as he approached the source of the premonition, his heart beat faster and faster, almost jumping out of his throat.

At that moment, Chu Yu forgot to breathe, he looked up - there seemed to be a figure sitting faintly on the huge boulder in the distance, it was a young child who looked about four or five years old, and he looked at Chu Yu I don't know anything about the arrival, just like a mortal body with its head bowed, the dim silhouette is full of loss and loneliness in the dim light of dawn.

The cold scent of grass and trees that Si Li was so familiar with swept into his breath along the breeze, and Chu Yu cried out: "Heavy... Chong Cang!?"

The author has something to say: Zhong Cang: I am almost a useless tree.

I’ll fill in the [-] words from yesterday. I’ve been really sleepy these two days. Alas, the little red flower is gone...