It turns out that Jin Zhuohua's so-called letting go does not include that he will try his best to stop her from continuing to blacken her path of revenge.

(Jiang) Or say that this demon's cultivation path is too shallow, or that demon's path is too high, or that the demon's cultivation seems to be innocent because it doesn't seem to do much evil.

(First) He used his own way to make trouble on the shortcut that Fourteen was anxious to achieve as much as possible, perhaps so that she could create less bad karma, and it was clear that the prospects of the two of them had already withered, and there was always a little hope in his heart that she would be able to turn back.

To put it simply, he didn't want her to die from the bottom of his heart, and Fourteen could see it.

During this short period of time in the Demon Realm, she had been prepared to compromise from the beginning, so she didn't really expect to catch a few Demon Cultivation Beasts to help her rise quickly, and spent more time studying and practicing the Demon Slips she had taken from the auction earlier.

As for where they live?

Most of them are like two wandering goblins, squatting in this mountain depression for a while, and then going to a swamp branch to nest, occasionally going to the 'residential area' of the Demon Realm to live a few days in the inn life, and the life is okay.

Talking about the lowest threshold in the lower limit of Zhuohua, maybe it's just to watch her rob, right? I was still full of joy that I had once again succeeded in preventing her from blackening, in fact, people meowed from the beginning to grab some magic beads or something, and the drunkard's intention was not to drink at all.

Later, he often told her about the past, the story that belonged to his hometown.

Carefully, his hometown is a holy place full of heavenly and earthly treasures, and it has always been peaceful and indisputable, according to his recollection, there is also the ancestor who is about to usher in the ascension of the warm jade into the essence, and the entire isolated island of the protector is also the most partial to him.

Later, his hometown was ruined, and this sad past was all because he saved a person who shouldn't be saved and violated the precepts set by his ancestors, so he attracted ruin.

They were all dead, and only he survived with the last shelter given by the old-timer, and was never to be homeless again.

It's such a story, it may be overflowing with thousands of years of regret, or it may not be so strong after the grass and trees become essences, but no matter what the deep meaning is there, the peach blossom demon is just a few calm words, and it is just a few concise words, but it is divided into a patchwork for a long time, and today I may say to you: "The direction I often gaze at, it is my hometown." "But there is no follow-up, and even if there is, it is irrelevant. After a few days or more, he will say to you, "But my hometown is long gone." "Like this, it took you a long time to piece together such a simple story, a story that belonged to his hometown.

Maybe it's not that he doesn't want to talk about it, it's just that he's been lonely for too long, and he doesn't know where to start, or every seemingly frivolous sentence needs to be stirred up a lot of courage, so that people can feel the gloom in his beautiful eyes that can't be erased every time he talks about it.

When he knew this story, Fourteen also realized that when he turned into a living sculpture for several months and froze his body and looked out of his mind, it was not the cool habit of not eating the fireworks in the world, let alone the method of cultivation, it was just his loneliness, nothing more.

I also know how much trust I endured when he looked at her with indifferent eyes, but decided to save her in the shortest possible time, he should have hated the greed and repetition of people's hearts, and the reason why he did this was perhaps, it was just loneliness, a loneliness who never even had a name and lived in a forgotten corner.

Such a peach blossom demon is distressing.

She used the magic beads she looted during this period to find a lot of things suitable for spiritual cultivation from the black market, most of which were of little effect, such as the spirit ornaments that she got a while ago to change the color of Zhuohua's eyes, such as a spirit pet that looks stupid but can hide the aura of its master, and it is mostly some auxiliary things, which do not help cultivation, but can hide him from all aspects to be more ordinary.

For these things, whether Zhuohua knew her original intentions or not, judging from the signs, he was extremely happy that she gave him a gift.

"This is the Xth gift Fourteen gave me," he would record with a smile, his slightly curved smiling eyes.

This period of time, is the warmest and most comfortable time for her to come to the small world, in her opinion perfect, of course, the only small flaw is the stupid little spirit pet, since the guy was fascinated by its owner, the strong possessiveness immediately burst, no matter when and where, it is like a sticky candy stained on Zhuohua inseparable, always can't see its owner and her closer, but whenever it is, you have to jump out to make trouble. It's obviously a little male beast.

Zhuohua loves it.

That's because she sent it.

But whatever she sent, Zhuohua didn't like it.

Because of this, Zhuohua, who was sandwiched in the middle, was very embarrassed, showing that he was dissatisfied with the attitude of this little spirit beast, and he was afraid that Fourteen would mistake him for being dissatisfied with his gift, and if he didn't come out, he felt uncomfortable, and he would rather have the big tail fox stuck in his arms, the fourteen who had plucked the hair off his tail without hesitation and said it was a gift for him, except for her, carefully he didn't really like to be glued.

Occasionally, he meant that only occasionally, he would be disgusted with the idea of stewing this stupid candy.

Of course, he only thinks this occasionally, about twenty times, right?

Not much, really.

I cared too much about what Fourteen would think and how to look at it, but Zhuohua at that time didn't realize that this emotion, this so-called difference, what it was.

Life is getting happier day by day, he wants to live like this forever, and even thinks that if he can live like this all the time, carefully, he has nothing to regret if he doesn't become an immortal.

After more than three years of wandering around like this, before the border of the Demon Realm ignited the flames of war with the righteous monks, Fourteen took him to the mortal realm as if by coincidence, built a small cabin in the mountains, and set up a small spirit gathering array for him, and the two of them settled down again, and not long after they lived, the news came that Dao Xiu had started a war against Demon Xiu.

When he was amazed at how the two sides, which had always been in constant friction but had never fought on a large scale, provoked a war, Fourteen gnawed on the exercises in the magic slip and his face was paralyzed, but he replied vividly: "... In order to prevent the goddess from being defiled by the demon in the eyes of the righteous monks, the lovers instigated their own forces one after another, and finally joined forces to push forward. The people of the Demon Realm saw that this was not going to destroy our clan? They were not angry, and most of them were fire-like, so this friction instantly rose to the limit... Don't worry, the large-scale war can't be ignited, and soon, the goddess in love will fall from the sky, and stop the unnecessary war in a timely manner, saving the innocent Taoist and demon cultivators who may die in the war, and her reputation is far and wide. ”

"It's not a folk script, practicing for decades, hundreds of years just for such a stalk?" he laughed, just as she was joking. Not long after coming to the mortal realm, he picked up a book of small words and looked at it by mistake, as if he had realized some great mystery from it, so he hid the novel and tucked it, and gnawed on piles of folk books in a row, until he was discovered by the fourteenth who focused on exploring magic skills, and then he gave up.

He was teased by Fourteen: Doesn't it look like those stalks, how boring should you be when you look at this as a Qing Xiu?

What is a meme?

It's the plot you watch.,For example, the book in your hand.,At a glance, you know that the stalk in it must be.,The story of Zhuangyuanlang and a certain lady or the daughter of a poor family who fell in love and went through several twists and turns.,Champion Yuan couldn't be with the person he loved when he was in high school.,It's a stalk to be blocked by someone who loved each other when he was in high school.,It's also a stalk to set a lifelong relationship with that woman before high school.,It's a stalk about how to meet earlier.。

However, it was a female goblin who fell in love with the champion. He tried to contradict her.

That's also a meme. She raised an eyebrow.

So the diligent and studious Jin Zhuohua, under the guidance of Fourteen, realized a new term, called a stalk.

Now, I have learned to use it at the same time, and I can use stalks to complain.

Children can be taught.

"yes, it's not a folk script. Fourteen smiled too.

Zhuohua looked at the sky, the sun was shining three poles, and Mr. Storyteller should start immediately, so he excused himself to go out for a walk, and as soon as he slipped away, he carried Fourteen and went to the town under the mountain...

On this day, Jin Zhuohua had just returned from the sign-in from Mr. Storyteller, and his unusually sensitive five senses caught a discussion: "The latest news, the Wanyue Fairy appeared, and then the people of the Chong Sect withdrew, and the people from the Shangxing Palace were also evacuated at that time..."

He was stunned, and couldn't help but think of a joke he had heard a few days ago, '... Soon, the goddess in love will fall from the sky and stop the unnecessary war in time...', only to realize at this moment that it was not a joke.

Capturing the little demon's discussion, a pair of eyes flickered and darkened because of this.

Obviously, a big war is about to break out. When the two sides had already cannon fodder nearly a thousand people in total, the collision was like a deflated ball, which disappeared immediately.

She said nothing bad.

The war is about to cease.

He stood still, lost in thought.

When he returned to the small home where they were temporarily staying, Fourteen was still preoccupied with the magic slip, and he broke off the small sticky candy that was stuck to his back, and sat up and began to practice.

The next day, when the sun was drying three poles, it was rare that he didn't wait to find an excuse to go down the mountain.

Fourteen seemed to be a natural reaction to be punctual and punctual, and he retracted his mind and planned to say a routine goodbye to him, but he didn't mention it for a long time, although he had some doubts in his heart, but he still didn't ask much.

At the same time on the second day, it was Jin Zhuohua who suddenly asked her, when did she plan to take revenge, and whether she had already made a plan?

"There is a plan, and I don't know when, but it shouldn't be long. In more than three years, this is the first time that Zhuohua has taken the initiative to mention revenge, originally she thought that Zhuohua would never take the initiative to mention it, but she guessed wrong.

Zhuohua jumped again and asked her if she had known about his recent trip down the mountain to the town, pretending not to know, if she wanted to take this opportunity to take this opportunity to go to the revenge plan alone?

Fourteen hesitated for a moment before answering him.

Perhaps, she had such thoughts, but she may not really be calculated, more she is just selfish, pity this lonely peach blossom demon, it is difficult for him to be interested and have hobbies.

Besides, this hobby does not affect him, she has secretly listened to it, telling a fantasy inspirational story of gods and ghosts, and has privately stuffed a lot of money with the storyteller, asking him to say anything in the next three months that he can't focus on the love between men and women, and he said that love is wrong, since she avoided this crooked road for him, it is natural to simply hope to fulfill his rare hobby.

So, maybe she had a reflex calculation, but didn't she endure it, she stayed here all the time, and gave up the obvious oil, water and shortcuts in the melee, since she promised not to use means to get rid of him again, naturally she avoided it.

The reason why he hesitated was more or less because Jin Zhuohua was too smart, sometimes if you showed any flaws, he would be able to deduce the key, such cleverness, and treat her like this.

When she realized this, she suddenly flashed a thought that she had never had before, thinking, would she be as smart as him, and at the same time she tried her best to protect her on the road of revenge, she also planned for her behind her unconscious, and in the end she couldn't calculate him, and the worst ending was that she was still alive, but he died for her?

She hesitated for a moment.

"That's a good idea, you should have warned me. ”

“...”

Fourteen smiled and reminded: "Zhuohua, Zhuohua, if I really plan to get rid of you, I have a chance before." ”

And said: "Besides, don't you just go to the town to listen to the storyteller's story, I have listened to the story with you, but it is boring, so naturally I am not very interested in discussing it with you." The reason why I didn't stop it was because I felt that I would take this opportunity to get in touch with mortals more, and I would be more like you if you pretended to be mortals, and I couldn't say that in the future, we would need to pretend to be mortals to hide from right and wrong. After all, in front of the powerful monk, that spiritual pet can't hide the spiritual breath in your body, whether it is the territory of the demon race, or the territory of Taoist sword cultivation, or the territory of demon cultivation, scorching you..." It's not a good place to stay long, is it?"

Perhaps, when she made this series of responses, she could have imagined that Jin Zhuohua would have any reaction, and then how she needed to say how to deal with it, but she didn't guess this possibility!

Without warning, the slender hand grabbed her arm, instantly brought her towards his arms, hugged her tightly from behind, buried his snort in her ear, and said softly but with an indescribable domineering: "The storyteller said the day before yesterday that the fox spirit is the best at deceiving people..."

This act of God, is this Zhuohua possessed by something?

Mo Jian slipped from Fourteen's palm, and with this sudden hug, she was stunned!

Perhaps an illusion.

She seemed to hear a heartbeat other than her own.

Strong.

But shouldn't the peach blossom essence be heartless?

Where does the tree have a heartbeat?

It must be an illusion.

The superimposed heartbeat, accompanied by the helplessly doting murmur: "... But I'm Zhuohua. Zhuohua, who has lived for 10,000 years, is not a human being. ”

These words are connected back and forth, as if to say, fourteen, I am Zhuohua, not an ordinary person, I have lived for 10,000 years, although I am not involved in the world, but I am not as ignorant as you think, have you lied to me, I will always know...

Maybe the strange thing is never this sudden abnormality, but at this moment, she actually has an illusion, which makes her subconsciously regard him who is holding her as a god.

The god she missed!

It seems that there has never been the fall of the God King, nor has there ever been a trade between duckweed and the Demon God, there is no blood on his hands, and there is no conspiracy!

It's just this day, the day she was ostracized and bullied by the little gods, and she was covered in injuries and hidden.

When the Divine Monarch found her, he hugged her in his arms like this, and whispered helplessly, and said to her, 'Even if you are a handful of duckweed salvaged from the mire of mortal dust, you have my blood flowing in your body, and you can't be despised at all. ’

This illusion made her forget to react, and she only continued to be stunned.

Before she could wake up from this stunned moment, Jin Zhuohua rubbed her head with a light smile, and let go of the warm embrace, picking up the magic Jane who fell to the ground unconsciously when she was stupid, and putting it back in the palm of her hand, as if nothing had happened before, with a paralyzed face that did not eat the fireworks of the world, and a lazy tone seemed to be careless, and said: "The war over there in the Demon Realm has been extinguished, do you want to go back next?"

However, Fourteen didn't come back to his senses from the previous confusion and shock for a long time, and only nodded in response to the voice, which can be regarded as an answer, right?

It's a pair of eyes that are rarely fluctuated by love, staring straight at Jin Zhuohua, as if he wants to see a hole in him before he is willing to give up.