The people of the Phantom Sea have no knowledge, they have only heard of the name of Samadhi True Fire, but they have not even seen any of them. So when they saw me showing the true fire of samadhi, they didn't believe me, after all, I was a fool who kept calling me "little girl".

I don't have the same knowledge as them, so I flick my fingers directly, and the true fire of samadhi is gone. Everywhere I went, it burned as expected.

As the Phantom Dragon King said, although ordinary fire can boil water through a container, there is no reason why water is invincible to fire. But this time I set fire to the Phantom Sea, but it is like a broken bamboo, like dry firewood, like pouring oil on the fire, raging and unstoppable, what is the reason?

It's actually quite simple.

Because not only is this fire not the other, but this water is not ordinary water.

In fact, as early as when I heard the little sea urchin say that this illusory sea was made by the dragon with three hands, I had the desire to burn it. I want to see if Ryusan's ability is really as powerful as the legend. Second, naturally, I also want to try this samadhi true fire from Taishang Laojun to see if it is not the right version and whether it can be used by me.

The result was very gratifying.

The illusory sea turned into a sea of fire in an instant, the spell disappeared, and the eyes were gradually messing down. I watched things go my way, and I wasn't very happy for a while. Because I'm most concerned, I still want to see Ryuzo. Burning the Phantom Sea is a ploy to force him to show up, and it belongs to the kind of salary drawn from the bottom of the kettle. But this method doesn't work, Guan Pass is not burning in the Phantom Sea, and Long San is not here, and he doesn't feel sorry for this place, or the creatures here.

Those creatures who came all the way to him, fish, shrimp, crabs, sea urchins and corals, whether the ranger Ryuzo you revere is worthy of such love depends on this moment.

I'm a monster, so I'm supposed to be unreasonable. Don't blame me.

I bit my fingers and leaned against the flowers and trees to watch the fire burn the phantom sea. Honestly, it's a big spectacle. Although Daddy has been in Taishang Laojun's alchemy furnace, I guess he has never seen such a scene. Talking about him, even my old Xian'er uncle Tang Tingjun, who is tens of thousands of years older than him, may not have seen it.

When I think about it, it seems that even my idol, the Great Sage Brother, has only seen the Flame Mountain, but not the Fire Burning the Sea. In this way, I am the first person in the past, oh no, the first demon?

It's a good achievement.

So I bit my fingers more happily, eagerly waiting for Ryuzo to come soon. Whether it's shouting at the waist or learning from the Jade Emperor Lao'er to pretend to be calm, I have the determination to treat him. It depends on whether he dares to hold on to his big role from now on, swaggering and deceiving everywhere, and dragging down the good youth of countless good girls?

I don't want this dragon to be a very unplanted.

It wasn't until the phantom sea was almost in ruins, and I was drowsy and almost unable to support it, that the old man was late with his shoes on and his hair half-scattered. When he came, he was in human form, and to tell the truth, although he was sloppy, he was really chic and handsome, infinitely romantic.

I don't describe it, I just think that if my sister meets him, she doesn't need Ryusan to promise her to fall in love, as long as she meets her every other day, then all the boyfriends she has dated so far, plus all the beautiful boys she may date in the future, will disappear from her life, and she will agree.

I don't think I'm exaggerating, Ryuzo does have such a charm.

It's a pity that I'm not a face control, and I just happened to decide to unswervingly like Kuroko, and leave him to the little fish spirit.

Although it is not Yan Kong, it is indeed speechless. I think that whether it is a human, a god, or a monster, the instinct to like beautiful things is the same. So even if I can control my dislike of Shangryusan, in the face of such a good-looking creature, emotion, emotion, and even aphasia are all normal, instinctive reactions, and they don't mean anything.

On the contrary, Ryuzo was overjoyed when he saw me, and said in a gaffe, "You are still alive!" ”

Then he came to grab my hand—his hand was moderately soft and hard, with just the right amount of coolness, like a cool breeze on a spring night, in the glowing darkness of the sea, refreshing, but not cold.

"They all said you were dead, dead under the Liuhe Pagoda. But isn't that your own magic weapon? Why did you die under your own weapons? ”

His words are a bit much. But the sound is good, a bit like the fog on the top of a hill. I mean, that small, dreamlike feeling, a lot of it.

"I'm not Jiuli." I say.

By the way, he pulled out his hand, and at the same time saw a touch of reluctance on Ryuzo's face.

It turned out to be a nymphomaniac, I thought. If you let Xiao Yujing and the beauty Niangniang know that the object of their is a who is a hundred times more serious than them, I don't know what the two of them will be in mood with the thousands of girls who are also Long San.

"No, it's not." He was disappointed, and his eyes suddenly darkened. It's like a flower suddenly withering, and people can't help but want to stretch out their hands to try to stop the flower's withering and save the starlight in his eyes. But it was too late.

"You're like her." He said softly, never mentioning the phantom sea in the remnants of the fire.

"The old witch is my aunt." I say.

Even in front of him, he still refused to call Jiuli's name properly. It's like the last time I drank with the old fairy, and when I said this, I realized my cruelty. Then I realized that I was probably cruel by nature, and I liked to stick a knife in the hearts of these old men who had been hurt by love.

That can't be helped, I think, who made them like Jiuli?

I'm jealous of Jiuli, who is also a monster, obviously even looks similar, but she has so many fairy-looking people who like her, and they are all so affectionate. And I only ask for a sunspot, but I can't get it. That's right, I'm jealous of her, the more affectionate they are, the more jealous I become, the kind that is above board.

"It's like that." He looked at me, looked at me, and said again.

"A lot of people say that."

I admit it disappreciatively. There are so many people saying this, I'm already numb, just be happy.

"What's your name?" He asked me. It was as if he had finally come to his senses and realized that I was a living creature in front of him.

I shrugged my shoulders, "Wow." ”

I love it when people call me that. The name is very atmospheric, and it will remind people of the sea of clouds on the top of the majestic mountain, rolling in and out. Or like this illusory sea, before the fire, of course, the waves are rough and unfathomable.

"Why did you burn them?"

He finally cut to the chase, but still not serious enough. At least not harsh enough. So I had the guts to provoke and ask him, "Isn't it bad?" Youkai are so bad, why do you like old witches? ”

I thought he was going to be angry, but he laughed. He laughed like the wind blowing through the begonia tree in full bloom, and the pink petals were blown off one by one and fell on your head, reluctant to pick them.

"You're really like her, it's not bad enough."

His gaze stopped at the begonia petals in my hair, which were on the Liuhe Pagoda. From this, I know that he sees through it. Yes, I'm not bad enough to bear to burn the little sea urchins and fish, shrimp and shrimp to death, so I put all living beings into the Liuhe Pagoda and burn a phantom sea, a phantom sea that has nothing and does not exist in the first place.

"I'm an unqualified youkai." I said awkwardly and frustratedly.

"No," Ryuzo shook his head slightly, reaching out to scratch my nose, as if he were his own child, which made me very embarrassed for a while.

"You're a good little monster," he said, "just like her." ”