I was originally an agarwood tree, on the edge of the cliff for hundreds of years, looking at the clouds and mist under the cliff on weekdays, secretly thinking about transforming into a human.

Unlike other demons, the Dryad needs our bodies to be separated from the land, but our roots cannot be separated.

And I grew up on the edge of a cliff, and few people came. Some of them are the birds, but they can't help me.

So I stayed here for a long time, absorbing the morning dew every day, from a tree to having aura, I finally cultivated into a tree spirit demon.

On that day, a hunter came and accidentally slipped down the cliff, and I hooked him with a branch, and when he came up, he looked at me for a long time.

On the second day, he brought four or five people to discuss it, saying that he could make a lot of money, although I don't know, but judging by the axe they cut on me, it should be a tree, and I can leave?!

I was carried to the bazaar by them, and as the birds said, it was very lively.

I formed spirits, and watched them divide the wood, and make the wood into all sorts of things, and I picked and saw which one could be lodged.

I searched for two days, but there was no suitable one, a little unwilling, do you want to go back to the cliff and hope that the roots of the tree will grow again?

In desperation, I found the last piece of wood, the smallest piece, like the scrap that had been discarded.

I looked inside, the bleak grass house, dark and damp, like the wind blowing, looking at the people inside under the yellow candle carved something, I watched from the side.

The breeze was gentle, and the night passed, and the remnants of the candles burned out.

The wood in the man's hand was also formed, and it was a woman, without a face, and her ten fingers and thin waist were held by nearly transparent threads.

I was satisfied with this last piece of wood and decided to lodge the spirit here.

In the daytime, I saw the sculptor, with a white face, beautiful eyes, and pale lips.

I haven't seen many mortals, but he's undoubtedly the best-looking.

The hands are also very beautiful, with slender bones and distinct joints, except for the scars.

But he looked at the puppet for a long time, and he didn't carve his eyebrows, his good-looking brows were slightly wrinkled, and I secretly sighed and was anxious.

Cast a spell to make him sleep, read the magic and fall asleep, and peeked into his heart.

In front of me, a thin child, huddled in a corner, clutched with a carving knife in his hand.

A family of compilers, because he was found to have copied the jade seal, when he was in danger, his father threw him out of the carriage and fled.

In this way, he became an orphan overnight, deceived by beggars, and kept silent, accompanied by the carving knife.

Although he is gentle and elegant, after the family disaster, he has never touched poetry and books, and he lives by carving, and it is difficult to protect food and clothing.

I sighed slightly, thinking that this was also a miserable person, and woke him up in a dream, and when he first woke up, he was taken aback and asked blankly, "Girl...... It's ......"

I smiled softly: "Remember what I look like, don't waste that agarwood." ”

Although I don't know what he looks like now, in his dreams, it should be what he thinks.

There was a look of surprise in his eyes: "The girl is a fairy? ”

I really can't answer his words, I'm not an immortal, although I have this dream, but after practicing for a hundred years, I just want to think about it, but I can't say that I'm a demon, I can only smile and say nothing.

Dodge away from his dreams and sneak into the puppet.

When he woke up, he carved and painted his long hair.

I became a puppet, smiling and playing.

I thought he would take me to the market with the dolls to sell when he was done, but he didn't.

He took me with him, and I thought about it, after all, I need to be contaminated with popularity in order to transform into a humanoid entity and transform into a human form in order to ascend to immortality.

He will talk to me and call me a fairy. Occasionally, I would go into his dreams and talk to him.

The bleak thatched hut was ventilated in winter, and he could only curl up together on all four walls. looked at his trembling figure, and waved his hand to transform into a screen to protect him.

Every day he went up the mountain to pick up wood to carve on, and I informed the dryads that I had replaced the pieces of wood for the birds to put on the side of the road, so that he had a lot of valuable wood, and the price of the carved items was much higher.

After a long time, he was asked by a squire to carve.

He was paid a lot of money, and he was given a house, so that he moved out of the leaky grass house.

There was nothing on the walls, so he carried a carving knife and carved into a puppet.

I've gotten enough mortal dust to become a human. But I don't want to leave by his side.

The squire saw me in his bag, and said that he was going to pay a lot of money to buy it, and I was a puppet

Although I like this wood a lot, it would be good if it could be sold for a good price.

But he didn't sell it, I floated in the air and laughed at him for being stupid, and I dreamed of talking to him about it at night, but he was silent for a while, and I felt bored and had to leave, so he said: "I only want the girl to be by my side, even if I can only see each other in a dream." ”

I turned my head to look at the shallow smile in his eyes, and I didn't know what to answer.

So I was always there for him.

Day after day, his fame grew farther and farther away. The holy decree from the capital entered the palace.

I don't know whether this will is a favor or an enemy, but I know one of their words: "The will shall not be disobeyed." ”

He finally entered the palace and brought a carving knife, but he didn't take me with him......

The day he left, it was drizzling, the breeze was gloomy, and there was a poetic scene, but it was not beautiful. I came out of the scene and turned into a human form, holding an umbrella on the corner of the long alley and watching the carriage go away.

It's a demon without a heart, why is my pace as flustered as a drizzle, I'm afraid that he will never return.

I found a bird to follow him and deliver his message.

When the birds flew back, my worst fears happened, breaking down the door, and the clothes fluttering in the wind were plain white.

I didn't like this white dress, but he said fairy white dress. I followed him.

When I saw him at the forbidden gate, it was still too late, covered in blood. , the soul does not know where to go.

I lifted him up with trembling hands, held him in my arms, and the blood stained his white clothes, and he became a demon in the wood.

When the demon weeps, he falls, this is what every demon knows, and tears become a heart.

But I held him and wept silently, and finally howled and cried......

waved his hand to make a barrier to block those fierce and vicious generals, holding his cold body and sitting at the mouth of the market, The demon said that there were no tears, but he was not emotional.

When I tasted that salty taste, I knew that I couldn't become an immortal......

Standing up, the corners of his clothes were his blood, and it looked like a little red plum penetrating into it.

Thinking of the last time I got into his dream before he left, he said, "Girl, leave in the lower pool." ”

I still chuckled and didn't say anything.

Listening to him, he said that he wanted revenge, the revenge of destroying the door.

I wanted to stop it, but I didn't know where to start.

I could only say, "Wait for you to come back." When I become an adult in the next life, we will return home together. ”

But I can't come back.

You say, "You want revenge, so how about I help you?" If you don't become an immortal, how can you talk about becoming a demon.

There have always been two results of demon cultivation, getting immortal and soul destruction, and I chose the second one.

After that, there were rumors in the capital that the emperor had taken a concubine and named her a fragrant beauty, which seduced people's souls.

made the emperor abandon the government, I sat on the chaise longue made of agarwood, listened to those words, and smiled softly, this emperor was already mediocre, but the crime had to fall on me.

The recitals of those ministers, word for word, I write down their names one by one, and it will not be easy after all.

I had heard the story of the nine-tailed white fox Su Daji, and I wanted to learn it.

I also bribed the black and white impermanence of the underworld, and I was relieved to learn from them that Chi Li had crossed the Nai He Bridge and drank Meng Po soup.

When the emperor's eyes were about to break, I set fire to this magnificent palace, and the people outside were shouting, but I was left alone in the sea of fire.

In the midst of the fire I poured a cup of wine on the ground and offered it to the pool. If you have avenged your vengeance, you can turn your eyes away.

Before the thunder came, I closed my eyes and burned in the sea of fire, the moon fell to ashes, and the pool has an afterlife away from you, but I can't......

I don't know, can you remember, the smiling agarwood puppet, the fairy you have called for a long time is not a fairy, she is a demon, a demon who has lost her heart.

Thinking about the original one-person, one-couple, one-knife, one-straw house, no gratitude, no resentment, no fate, no family feud.

There will be a carver in white who has been sleeping all night carving a puppet.

I thought, with your gray hair.

But in the end, the death of the puppet turned into ashes, and the demon also became a demon.

After that, the roots of the agarwood tree on the edge of the cliff withered, no longer grow, withered and turned into ashes, and fell into the cliff of Wanzhang.

Six hundred years later, the one who came from the east called Xiao Ye resurrected me for his use, I was unwilling, I wanted to resist, but he only walked up to me and whispered to me, "Don't you want your loved one to come back to life?" ”

I thought he was just lying to me, but he used a secret technique in front of me, and in a hazy way, I saw your appearance in that dreamy weaving, hundreds of years, I saw your handsome face again, and I was very sad, and I wanted to reach out and touch it, but he stopped me.

"When it's done, I'll let him really come back."

And the conditions he gave me were not difficult, to help him suck people's essence blood and human yuan.

"Remember, as long as women." With that, the night disappeared without a trace.

At that moment, my heart moved, Chi Li, I want you to live, I love you.

But I underestimated a hairy boy, he actually made the forbidden art that had long been banned by the Celestial Empire, a hundred years of cultivation, all disperse.

……

"Woo-woo-ah......" I crouched on the ground and cried.

And at this time, I suddenly felt a long-lost warmth on my head, and I looked up to see that it was you, Chi Li.

"I've done so many bad things...... "I sobbed and didn't dare face you.

"Nope." You shake your head

"Ah Li...... "I threw myself into your arms, at this moment, this feeling is so real."

You touched my head, and after a while, you said to me, "Let's go." ”

That's when I found out, this is my spiritual world, yes, I'm dead, it turns out ...... You've been waiting for me here.

"I'm not going to put wood on it this time." I pouted aggrievedly.

"Well, if you don't pretend, I won't leave you behind."

"Uh-huh!"