Xia Ji closed his eyes and felt that all the wind and grass around him fell into his heart.

It seems that the anomaly just drew the attention of a few guards, but the commotion was negligible.

First, because he had just killed Murong Cheng almost instantly.

Second, no one would have thought that someone had already invaded the small building in the middle of the lake and killed the current head of the Murong family in seconds.

It was now the early hours of the morning after midnight, and except for a few people who were on duty, no one would notice this abnormality.

Except for Meng Po...

The palm of his hand overturned, and an invisible force pushed Murong Cheng's corpse into the Cold Jade Cave.

Xia Ji stepped into it.

In the cave, the cold air is like a white snake, burrowing into the pores to give people an extremely comfortable feeling, making people just want to practice cross-legged.

At the end, there is a stone staircase leading to the ground, and there are permanent lights in the recesses on both sides of the stone steps, which are emitting a faint orange light.

At the end of the light is a small hut at the bottom of the lake.

Prisoners.

Through the window, Xia Ji can see "her" in it.

With his eyes closed, he was naked, and his appearance was somewhat similar to that of Meng Po.

It's just that "her" hair is not a black shawl, but a piece of green leaves, and there is still a lotus stem in the originally dull place, supporting the leaves like water lilies, swaying slightly.

The long hair of her shawl, which was entirely vines, seemed to have begun to sprout in early spring, and to give birth to small green leaves.

Her skin was a pale green color, and her figure was graceful, but she had no legs.

Waist down is a knotted root that is deeply embedded in the prison at the bottom of the lake.

This prison house is absorbing her demonic energy, and she is also absorbing the benefits brought by the Murong family's qi gathering feng shui.

She seemed to be asleep in a dream, but her eyebrows kept beating, but it must have been a nightmare.

At this moment, combined with the information and speculation he heard before, Xia Ji suddenly understood.

This is the Dryad.

This dryad is likely to be a relative of Meng Po.

This dryad was originally a human, but for some reason it became a demon, so it survived.

The dryad couldn't leave this place, because it would protect her from her demonic spirit.

This dryad has been transformed, and it is used to maintain the operation of the Cold Jade Cave with Qi Gathering Feng Shui.

This dryad is in pain, and life is worse than death.

This dryad was the reason why Meng Po couldn't leave and let herself go.

He slowly approached.

Didn't control the footsteps.

The candle flame went out with the sudden wind.

Moment.

Xia Ji was already standing in front of the window of the prison at the bottom of the lake.

The dryad suddenly opened his eyes, and his originally quiet temperament was suddenly broken, revealing a miserable green color.

"Roar!!"

There was a roar, and the vines of her shawl, and even the small forks of the roots rooted at the bottom, rushed madly towards the window like a swarm of vicious snakes that had been awakened.

Hateful gaze.

The whistling vines and roots seem to tear the future into pieces to vent all the pain they have suffered.

Xia Ji's expression did not move, his body did not move, but he was full of pity.

And all attacks stopped when they were about to touch the iron gate.

The vines and roots were extremely tight, but they were still half a foot away from the iron gate, and they could no longer move forward half a step.

"Ahh

The dryad leaned forward, as if trying to tear apart the person in front of him, or to vent.

"Ahh

She couldn't speak anymore.

I can't speak for a long time.

Xia Ji smiled self-deprecatingly, "It's really a deceitful child, when others say that she is worried about you, you believe it, and when others say that you can't get close, you don't get close."

Even willing to sacrifice yourself to become a family, are you still an assassin?"

He looked at the shackles of the iron door, grasped them with his fingers, and with a pinch of his fingers, the shackles broke.

He opened the door and walked inside.

muttered to himself: "Don't you want to be my Yin Si's Meng Po? Don't you want to guard the Nai He Bridge for me? Such a little thing will make you mess up... At the end of the day, you're just a kid at heart.

Is... Stupidity. ”

He walked towards the dryad.

And the dryad's face, which was somewhat similar to Meng Po, suddenly became completely hideous.

Brush Brush Brush!!

The tentacles, the roots, and the vines pierced the boy like sharp claws.

Xia Ji tilted his head.

All the attacks stopped just as they were about to touch him.

It's a bizarre, instinctive phenomenon.

The dryad was a little dazed, she only felt that as a demon, she must not hurt the person in front of her.

It is a "directive" that is rooted in the deepest part of the soul.

There may be demons who can break free from this bondage, but these demons do not include her.

Xia Ji muttered, "Sure enough... If you refuse to hurt me, how can I get rid of demons? How can I become a Taoist priest? Why don't you want to hurt me?"

He walked up to the dryad.

The dryad bowed his head.

"Why?"

The dryad didn't answer, she couldn't speak at all.

"Forget it. ”

Xia Ji didn't want to get an answer from here, he already knew that this was the end, and he had encountered this situation many times when walking in the dark over the years, so he squatted down and looked up at the dryad that was more than normal human height.

"Murong Yanran said that when she was born, her mother died, she should be right, her mother as a human is dead, but she has become a demon, right?"

Hearing Murong Yanran's words, the tree demon was stunned, and her eyes suddenly began to shed tears.

"Don't worry, she's coming, let's wait a little longer. ”

Others can't see the world and embroidery, it doesn't mean that Meng Po can't see it.

Especially since this is her own strength, Meng Po should be able to detect it instantly.

Outside the center of the lake, it should be a lonely boat in the spring rain in the early morning, the girl who is more colorful than the peach blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River and softer than the flowing water of the small bridge, should have stepped on this small building in the middle of the lake, stepped into the Hanyu Cave, and saw the corpse of Murong Cheng.

Then he saw the open door of the lake house, and saw his own back, and the dryad facing him.

"Lord..."

Murong Yanran's voice came from behind him.

Xia Ji said softly: "I've been waiting for you for a long time. ”

"Why?"

Murong Yanran asked softly, maybe she asked why she came back, maybe she asked why she was like this, she had already seen a lot of things, this kind of thing was that once it was revealed, it would be completely pierced, so Murong Cheng never let her get close.

Xia Ji said lightly: "Here is the truth you have always needed to know. ”

There was a long silence behind him.

Then came a soft call: "Mom." ”

The dryad let out a strange cry, as if in response.

Xia Ji stood up and turned to leave.

He didn't know how Murong Yanran knew about this tree demon.

I don't know how the two communicate.

I don't know when this dryad came into being, and what kind of story happened before.

Maybe it's silently guarding, maybe it's something else...

Maybe it's a lot of intrigues, flies and dogs.

He's not a god, he doesn't know how complicated these stories are, and he won't ask them.

Maybe in the future, Meng Po will tell him after a tea dinner, saying "I have a story, do you have wine", and the scar should be almost healed by then, but not now.

And now, that's enough.

Xia Ji climbed the stairs, walked out of the prison in the middle of the lake, walked out of the Hanyu Cave, sat at the entrance of the rockery, watched the spring rain in the dark, and on the surface of the West Lake in the distance, a lot of white flowers bloomed, scattered in this world.

"Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight, and sold apricot blossoms in the Ming Dynasty in the deep alleys..."

It was gloomy and would soon turn to ash, and the next day it might be cloudy, but the people on the streets were still going about their normal lives, and no one could tell what had happened last night.

Even if you know, it's none of your business.

But no matter how gloomy the day is, there will be a moment of sunshine, but after the sunny, do you still have family around you?