"Tick, tick, tick...... Tick ......"

The sound of water, dripping down one drop at a time, swirls through the empty cavern.

In the deepest part of the cavern, a drop of water clings to an inverted cone-shaped pillar above the rock wall. It did everything it could, trying not to fall off.

Suddenly, it shuddered.

"Tick--" finally fell.

"Do you say it or not!" The woman roared desperately, teetering on the edge of despair.

Why, why not tell me! Why won't you help me? Why...... Or is it just because I'm a demon......

Tears rolled in her eyes, she inhaled with difficulty, the blue tendons on her forehead could be seen that she was still trying hard to restrain herself, she trembled and held Xia Qianyi's cheeks with a pair of cold hands, "Good, Yi'er." ”

After enduring a long time, the tears finally fell, and she said to Xia Qianyi in a coaxing tone, but she was pleading, "As long as you tell me, you tell me where he is?" I'll let you go back now! It's not good, it's not good......"

Seeing that Xia Qianyi should not be, the woman took Xia Qianyi's hand and put it on her chest and continued: "Yi'er, haven't you always called me sister-in-law......" She grabbed Xia Qianyi's hand, sat down paralyzed as if she had lost her soul, tears couldn't stop flowing, she was really afraid, afraid that there would really be no more him......

"Yi'er, can you help me......" Her despair occupied her entire thoughts, obviously saying that she would not leave, obviously saying that she would only love me, you lied to me! You all lied to me! It's all fake...... It's all fake!

Xia Qianyi was originally timid, and she was so scared that she didn't dare to say a word, she felt her stomach tumbling upside down, and she retched for a while.

Is it that disgusting? Sakura Ryu Dance seems to understand something, and sure enough, is he still because of my skin? Do human beings cherish their skins so much?

That year, Night Cherry Blossom City, a long scroll of ink.

Hazy, the petals rise in the wind with the love of youth.

Falling flowers are like snow, one after another, swallows wear cherry blossom rain, hookah wraps around the light boat, and paper umbrellas are under people.

Who? Leave the song.

In order to stroke off a few strands of fallen flowers on the woman's green silk, the young man said, "When I am named on the gold list, I will marry you." ”

At that time, Sakura Ryumai was just a little demon who always liked to wear a blue cardigan skirt, and when she laughed, she was like flower petals falling into a sweet spring, sweetly rippling into his heart.

It is strange to say that it took a thousand years of sleep to sprout, but it was gifted, and it took shape in three hundred years, and now it has been two hundred years, and in these five hundred years, it has been dull and a pool of stagnant water. She was wondering why there were still monsters who risked their lives to turn into human form even if they had cultivated for thousands of years, until they met him.

At that time, Chu Lige, dressed in plain clothes, with a gray hairband, held a scroll under the cherry tree, and his slender fingers blocked the sun from time to time. Looking back, I don't know who crashed into whose heart.

The little demon woke up and found that he was no longer in the mountains and forests, but in a clear and elegant courtyard, there was a beautiful little student in the courtyard, holding a scroll in his hand, holding a pen and writing, "The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost." The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side. ”

She sat in the tree, watching Xiao Sheng draw earthworms on a white object, and her feet shook restlessly, "Pu Jia......"

"Girl." Xiao Sheng was a little worried, "Girl, come down quickly, I'm worried about falling." ”

The little demon was startled and disappeared in a flash. Xiaosheng was confused, and there was obviously a woman on the cherry tree, but she disappeared in a blink of an eye. After thinking about it, it was just that, and Xu was dazzling and his eyes were dazzling.

The wind rustled the flowers and leaves, and when he saw that there was no one in the courtyard, the little demon blew away the falling flowers on the case, grabbed the pen and learned to draw small earthworms on the paper, "It's not fun, it's not fun." The little demon threw the paper aside angrily, all of them were drawing earthworms, why did the little boy draw so beautifully.

The little black hand pasted with ink was held, and Xiao Sheng didn't know when he appeared behind him, he pulled the paper that was disgusted aside, and led himself to draw earthworms on the paper, "The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost ......"

"Pu Jia." The little demon is illiterate, so naturally he doesn't understand the meaning of this poem. "You like pampas and leaves, why don't you plant them all here?"

Xiao Sheng smiled helplessly, "This poem is about the deep love for the person you like." ”

"Is your crush on Pu Jia?"

Xiaosheng was silent.

The next morning, the green shadow held a white jade bottle and looked into the house in front of the small window. Xiao Sheng held a roll and tapped the melon seeds on the little demon's head, "Little guy, what are you looking at." ”

The little demon handed the white jade bottle in his arms to Xiao Sheng, "This is for you." "There are a few sticks of dew in the bottle, white fluff, good fragrance.

Xiao Sheng smiled slightly, "Are you Pujia?" ”

The little demon pointed to the cherry blossom tree in the courtyard, and disappeared for a moment.

Xiao Sheng added a little water to the bottle and said, "You are Pujia." ”

The night is slightly cool, the flowers are scattered, the flute is slowly raised, and the flute sound is ethereal, with infinite thoughts. The little demon stepped on the petals all over the ground and danced, the flute gradually became agitated, and the little demon also changed its dance posture with the rhythm.

The sound of the flute stopped suddenly, and Xiao Sheng walked into the house with a slightly gloomy expression.

The little demon stood in place at a loss.

She didn't know why Xiao Sheng was like this, was he angry? Am I not dancing well enough......

After a while, Xiao Sheng came out with a basin of water, a pair of pink shoes and a few bottles and cans on a wooden tray, he carried the little demon to the table, half-squatted down to soak the towel, carefully wiped the dust and blood stains on the soles of her feet, and then opened the bottle and gently medicated her.

The little demon was afraid of pain and wanted to pull his leg away, but the little demon held his ankle tightly, "If you don't take medicine, you will have a scar, but no one wants it." ”

Sakura touched the shocking burn on her face.

yes, if you have a scar, you don't want me......

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