Pu Jia originally planned to stay with the demon to keep the New Year. Coincidentally, as soon as the demon was returned to the guest room, a golden bird flew in through the open window.

The golden bird landed on Pujia's open palm, shook off a golden feather, and flew out of the window again, disappearing into the endless night.

Pu Jia clenched his palm, and the feathers that had been flowing with golden halos collapsed into mottled streamers as his fingers closed.

The golden dots of light recombined in the air in front of him, and finally outlined into the shape of two words—quick return.

Pu Jia frowned, looked at the demon with a slight apology, and said softly: "This is the unique communication method of the Mengze Sect, and the gold represents one hundred thousand urgency. ”

Pu Jia's tone was gentle, but the demon understood that he was thinking about his frightened self. The Mengze Sect, which has been able to establish the sect for thousands of years, believes that a hundred thousand urgent things must be earth-shattering events.

"Pu Jia, I'm suddenly a little sleepy, why don't we celebrate the New Year together next year?" The demon pretended to yawn and stretched.

Pu Jia hesitated for a moment, nodded slowly, and said softly: "Then you have a good rest first, and I will come to see you tomorrow." ”

The demon nodded, and lay directly on the bed, pulling the quilt over his neck.

With a smile in her eyes, she watched the demon lie down, pull up the quilt and then close her eyes, all in one go.

When the demon heard Pujia's footsteps from far and near, she secretly lifted a slit in her eyelids, just in time to see Pujia placing the glowing blue dream bead next to her pillow.

"If you're in danger, put it on your chest and I'll know."

Pu Jia leaned down, her peach blossom-like lips stopped at a distance of less than an inch from the demon's ear, and said softly.

The demon suddenly had a bold idea, she closed her eyes tightly, pretended to be asleep, quickly turned her face sideways, pursed her lips to meet it.

It was only an instant for the demon to complete this series of actions, and in this moment, countless thoughts surged into her heart.

These thoughts were tangled and entangled, and in the end, there were only two left to win—

"I actually took the initiative to kiss Pu Jia!"

"This must be the legendary 'color starts from the heart, and evil is born to the side of the gall'!"

It's just that the touch, which is diametrically opposed to the softness of the imagination, is cool and hard, like the stone that I kissed when I was half-asleep and half-awake.

The demon opened her eyes suddenly, where was there still Pu Jia's figure in the room, and the one that was close to her lips was the dream pearl that Pu Jia left for her.

The demon couldn't tell whether she was more lost or more fortunate at this time, she stretched out her hand from the quilt and held the dream bead in the palm of her hand.

She sensed the tiny cracks that had been on the otherwise smooth surface of the Dream Bead.

The last time I held the dream bead like this, it was still by Yun Mengze's Dream Pavilion. At that time, the dream beads were flawless.

Maybe it was because he used it to open the Dream Pavilion later, which caused that crack to appear on its surface.

Fortunately, Pu Jia once told herself that Mengzhu was not rare in Mengzezong, otherwise he would have become a sinner in Mengzezong.

If so, will Pu Jia blame herself? Two opposing voices in the demon's heart came and went—would? No! Yes? No! Yes......

It wasn't until the demon fell asleep in a daze that the two voices finally subsided.

In the dream, the demon saw a stone path that winded up the mountain and into the sky. Standing at the foot of the mountain, the young Pu Jia looked up at the depths of the clouds, her peach-like lips tightly pursed, and her eyes as bright as stars were full of perseverance and determination that did not match his age.

An indescribable emotion permeated the demon's heart, not like sadness, but like the melancholy of a bystander.

Even in a dream, the demon can clearly feel this desolation from the bottom of his heart, even if this emotion does not belong to him.

Dreams are slightly cool, and old memories become frost.

Soon after the demon woke up, Mu Yu hurriedly pushed the door in.

"Demon, something is wrong!" Mu Yu held his chest and said breathlessly.

The demon was shocked, thinking of the golden bird feather that Pu Jia suddenly received last night, and an ominous premonition arose.

"Little incense, tell me quickly, what's going on?" The demon asked eagerly.

Mu Yu walked up to the demon with a sad face, tremblingly raised his right hand that was clenched into a fist, and stretched out to the demon demon.

The demon grabbed Mu Yu's hand and broke his fingers, only to find that it was empty.

"Little incense, what are you going to show me?"

"Huh? Gone? Mu Yu raised his hand in front of his eyes, stared at it carefully for a long time with wide eyes, and then sighed with a disappointed face, and said regretfully: "It's really gone." ”

"What's missing?"

"When I woke up in the morning, I found a hair on my pillow." Mu Yu raised his head slightly and said in a tone full of sadness.

"And then?"

"And I'll come to you with it." Mu Yu still maintained her previous posture, "Although I have white hair, I am still a young man. At such an age, I actually lost a hair! ”

"So that's what you're talking about, isn't it?"

"Do you think, I will drop one today, tomorrow I will lose one, if it is ten or eight years, won't the master become a monk of Fusang Temple?" Mu Yu looked at the demon with a serious face, and preached one by one.

"I'll give you three seconds to disappear from my eyes." The demon was so angry that the roots of her teeth itched, and she resisted the urge to beat Mu Yu violently, and said word by word.

"The master is going to be bald!"

"Three ......"

"No, you're serious?"

"Two ......"

"Is there any sympathy left?!"

"One ......"

Facts have proved that the last three numbers are still quite deterrent, "one" just popped out of the demon's mouth, Mu Yu ran out of the door, seeing that the demon did not mean to chase out, he poked his head in again, and said: "Master, this is a good man who doesn't fight with a woman, but I'm not afraid of you!" ”

The demon picked up the pillow and threw it at him.

Mu Yu hurriedly retracted his head outside the door, and only then did he dodge the demon's pillow attack.

He waited outside the door for a few more moments, and after making sure that the demon had no backhand, he poked his head in again.

"You haven't said it yet, if the master doesn't leave after three sounds, what are you going to do?" Mu Yu asked defiantly.

"I'll make you a monk today!" The demon roared hysterically.

Mu Yu suddenly felt a chill on the top of his head, and he was so frightened that he quickly retracted his head.

"I don't want to see you again today, little incense!"

"Okay." Mu Yu continued slowly through the door, "Originally, I planned to take you to the restaurant in the south of the city to drink two cups of shabu-shabu today, so it seems that the master can only go by himself." ”

After finishing speaking, he hurriedly put his ear on the door frame and listened to the movement inside.

Sure enough, as soon as his voice fell, he heard the demon's weak voice: "Then let's see you when we set off later......"