Walking out of the manor, Ai walked alone along the mountain path of Mt. Yoshino towards the depths of Mt. Yoshino.

Mt. Yoshino is quiet and chilly in the morning, but it's March, and in the early spring season, the sun shines on you, and although there is a hint of warmth, it is still not enough to withstand the cold of the mountain.

Even so, the shoots of the plants arch out of the soil, adding a little greenery to the mountains and forests that have endured the harsh winter weather.

However, the cold in the mountains has no effect on love, in fact, if it were not for the fact that pajamas and cotton slippers are easy to be soiled by the dust outside, love would have gone out in those two directly.

The warmth and coldness of the world, as early as fifty years ago, had nothing to do with love.

For immortal inhuman things, fifty years ago was the meaning of "not long ago", but for love, she always had the illusion that the Fujiwara-kyo fire was already a thousand years ago.

Although, the mood of love has not changed in the slightest.

The soul of an immortal life is also immortal, and the touch it has experienced, no matter how long it has been, in retrospect, it is the same as it was at that time.

On the mountain side of Mt. Yoshino, there are cherry trees that Ai planted with Ai, the cherry saplings that Ai brought back from his last trip to the Tang Kingdom of Takamagahara, and after more than ten years of growth, they have formed a cherry grove in Mt. Yoshino.

When I came to the side of the mountain range, I saw from a distance that green shoots had grown on the branches of the cherry grove not far away, showing vigorous vitality.

Slowly approaching these cherry trees, Love gently pulls down a branch of a cherry tree.

Carefully looking at the buds on the branches, Love showed a faint smile.

It won't be long before it will be able to bear fruit~

While thinking like this, Ai raised her fair right hand, stretched out her index finger, which was as smooth and round as jade, and gently approached her lips.

"Whew!"

Ai gently bit the belly of his index finger with his teeth, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and with a slight force, he cut a slender opening, and red blood gushed out of the cracked wound at once.

Then, Ai held his bloody index finger and gently wiped it on the trunk of the largest cherry tree, and a large blood stain appeared on the trunk of the cherry tree.

Something strange happened.

The blood stains that love to wipe on the trunk of the cherry tree quickly disappeared, accompanied by the sound of "zizi", as if it was ......

The cherry tree is sucking the blood of love.

Seeing this scene, Ai's expression was flat, as if it was a commonplace, and then, Ai turned around and walked towards another cherry tree, also swiping towards the trunk.

Nothing appeared on the trunk of the cherry tree.

Stunned, Ai retracted her index finger and looked at it, the slender wound that had been bitten open by her had long since recovered, and it was still a white index finger.

I forgot to bite it open again......

Love then remembered that she should bite into a hole before wiping it every time, and her recovery power is also very strong, if it is not a fatal wound, it can be completely recovered in a few seconds.

The same thing like this, love has done many times in the past ten years, each time, love will carefully smear the trunk of each cherry tree with her blood, but today I don't know how, love is a little absent-minded.

Sighing, Love walked straight to the center of this peach forest, and then, Love stretched out his right arm straight, and his left hand slashed through his right wrist like lightning, and Ai's wrist was suddenly cut open by Love's nails, and a large amount of blood instantly gushed out from the wound cut by Love, dripping down the right wrist into the ground.

As the blood of love dripped into the soil, the mutation occurred, and all the cherry trees seemed to emit a blood-colored mist from their trunks, looking very eerie.

Bewitching cherry trees.

After a few seconds, Ai lowered her right arm, which had been completely healed, and watched the cherry trees gradually revert to the appearance of ordinary cherry trees, Ai nodded, left the cherry grove, and continued along the mountain road towards the summit of Mt. Yoshino.

These youkai cherry trees are the work of love, and they have something to do with the Fujiwara-kyo fire fifty years ago.

Back then, Ai dug out his broken heart with his own hands, threw it aside, stuffed Shang Yang's demon heart into his heart, abandoned his human body, and became a monster, after that, Ai was rescued from hell by Shang Yang, and when he left the burning Fujiwara Kyo, Love found this human heart of his own, and took it away from the deep palace of Fujiwara Kyo, and Ai never allowed his heart to remain in the Fujiwara Imperial Palace and be buried for this imperial palace.

In the days that followed, Love kept this broken heart in a wooden box, and it is strange to say that even after decades, although this heart was broken, it did not rot at all, let alone smell.

This is also a matter of course, when Ai was executed, her hatred for the elderly female emperor, her hatred for Fujiwara, hatred for the imperial family, and hatred for the imperial palace condensed into a huge resentment, which has always been condensed in the heart of love, maintaining the incorruptibility of this heart for thousands of years.

And the formation of zombies is a truth.

On her last trip to the Tang Kingdom of Takamagahara, Ai brought back a few cherry tree saplings and planted them in Mt. Yoshino, and at the same time, on a whim, she buried her heart in a wooden box next to the cherry tree's roots.

As a result, the cherry trees become this kind of bewitching cherry trees, and they need to be fed with their own blood once before each fruit, and they will bloom blood-red cherries, and the taste of this cherry is very much loved by Love, so every time Love comes to these cherry trees before they bear fruit, he has to carefully feed them and drink his own blood.

Of course, according to the character of the author Sang, spending such a large amount of space to describe this kind of cherry, then it must mean that this cherry is not as simple as a snack of love, but what is the specific use, please allow the author Sang to talk about it later.

Mt. Yoshino・Summit

By the time Love reached the summit of Mt. Yoshino, it was already pure morning, the cold had receded, and the climate had become a little more comfortable.

A spring breeze blowing, still a little cold, blew away the long black hair of Aimo.

Aishun straightened her windswept hair, and her blood-red eyes turned to the direction of Fujiwara Kyo in the distance, of course, now it was a ruin occupied by inhuman things.

Ai just stood silently, staring at the ruins of Fujiwara-kyo looming in the distance.

Memories of the past, this moment all flashed through the heart of love.

Fourteen years in the palace, and the first sight of Shang Yang, Luoyang, Tongtian Palace, Heaven, and the Empress of Heaven.

The life that I have never had since I returned to the capital, the despair I felt after Shang Yang was killed, the beatings I endured, and the unwillingness and hatred when I was executed.

The nothingness when she turned into a demon, the hesitation when she saw Fujiwara Meihong holding herself to protect her father, the loneliness and heartache when she danced in front of the burning Daigokuden.

The joy of reuniting with my mother, the determination to find Shang Yang, the fear of being pushed into hell, and the hope when I see Shang Yang come to save me.

The sad wish to let Shang Yang live, the peace of mind when he fell into hell, the peace of mind to know his fate, and the courage to stretch out his hand to hold Shang Yang.

Fifty years is like a dream.

These sometimes make love feel a little unreal, but it is exactly the case, if you think about it, Ai and Shang Yang, these two peculiar young men and girls, have been together for fifty years.

For love, these fifty years are not a long time, not only because she has lost the sense of time passing when she has become an immortal monster, but also because love feels that time has changed extremely fast with Shang Yang.

The mood of love has not changed in the slightest.

She is still the girl who likes Shang Yang and wants to marry Shang Yang Jun as the main room.

No, maybe unconsciously, it has changed.

Now love, I just want to live like this forever with Shang Yang and Kaguya, just like this forever.

This is the highest happiness for love.

No matter what happens in the future, Ai knows that he will firmly go on with Shang Yang, and this mood will never change.

Speaking of which, Ai also regretted a little why he asked Shang Yang to agree like a ghost, and not to do what his father did to his mother.

Later, while being pulled by Kaguya to learn a lot about the house culture, love inevitably learned some other things.

So Ai has been a little entangled over the years, and he has not been married to Shang Yang, in the eyes of Shang Yang, what kind of person is he.

Although I didn't worry about being alienated or anything, Love didn't think so.

But love still cares more about the feelings of Shang Yang.

"What am I in Shang Yang's heart......

Thinking of this, Ai sighed, quite a little lost, she didn't know why, Shang Yang had not gone out alone before, but on the day of this outing, Ai was inexplicably a little unsettled.

PS: It's a good thing that there are more speeches in the book review area, but why are the recommendation votes so weak? (Squint.)

5,000 clicks a week.,The recommendation is not even 200.,Sure enough, everyone who reads my book is a guy who forgets to give a ticket......

If you don't give a ticket, it's really cute to kill you~!

Okay, the recommended ticket is here in advance, and recently I also ask you to put forward more interesting ideas, and if you find it troublesome to write a book review, please come to the group to find me~

Then, you recommended more than a thousand reward book reviews, and you actually left a hundred messages in one day, and I don't know what to say about you...... I usually leave a message and a book review, and I also give a little effort......

By the way, ask for ten more, the author Sang also thinks...... (Sigh.)