Stupid and cute little demon: the emperor has no way to chase

Chapter 80
Three days later, a young man in a purple robe walked through the streets and alleys of Yecheng, and walked through the spring, summer, autumn and winter of the mortal world.

He stopped at the corner of a long street, and there were big viburnum flowers falling all over his skirt. He gently twisted it and sniffed it.

A man in black with a firm face stood behind him.

"I have checked all around, but there is no trace."

He threw the viburnum in his hand and fell into the soil.

He shouldn't have expected it at all, he seemed to be used to it, and said lightly, "Go back."

The man behind him respectfully said yes.

He paced, walked through the quiet stone path, walked past the old peach tree where she lay down and slept and picked stars, walked past the traces of her being chased and beaten by local hooligans, walked past the urchins playing with rattle drums, and walked past the place where she once stayed Stop at the corner of the road and walk through the three years between them.

In the sky, tiny raindrops gradually soaked his chest.

There were a few young women rushing towards the storytelling shop, "It's still early, let's go listen to a book."

He stopped, sprinkled a few drops of water, cast a spell to make the rain harder, and walked towards the bookstore.

The rain was like mist, wrapping around his eyes, and the tips of his hair hung down wetly on his back.

The person behind him held up an oil-paper umbrella, and he gently pushed it away.

Fan Sou backed away.

In the bookstore, the voice of the woman behind the curtain was clear and melodious.

"It's said that the woman was dragged into the cave by the snake spirit, and the scholar was running around in a hurry outside the cave. After thinking twice, he still rushed in with a sword in hand."

The audience in the audience held their breath.

"The scholar has always been able to recite poems and fight against each other. How could he be the opponent of the vicious snake spirit? It is strange to say that the old Taoist priest who used to sell dog skin plasters at the corner of the street where he lived came over with a magic weapon in his hand. , Blame him for being an idiot, don't look at the beauty snake's face, now this monster is really his wife!"

"The scholar saw that the original monster was so terrifying, he was so frightened that he even shook the sword in his hand, and yelled at the Taoist priest, the captured girl, but the beautiful woman he had been dreaming about for five years, now finally achieved a positive result, but To be destroyed by this snake spirit is really heartbreaking, so sad."

"The Daoist sighed that he was not the opponent of the thousand-year-old snake spirit, but the snake spirit had a deep love for him, so he thought he would not kill him. For the current plan, if the three of them don't want to die in the cave together, just Can this scholar lift a sword and kill monsters."

"The snake spirit entangled his sweetheart with a bright white face. He hesitated, trembling and raised the sword again. With a heartbeat, he stabbed seven inches away. The snake spirit trembled, and the cave shook for a while. He died at the end of his breath, and his body turned into a beautiful jade flower."

"The woman saw that the jade flower was really beautiful, so she quietly picked it up on her sleeve, and took his future husband back. The old Taoist sighed secretly, picked up the clothes and ornaments she wore when she turned into a human body to seduce the scholar, and set up a clothes tomb at the entrance of the cave. On the day of the funeral, I poured a few taels of thin wine on her grave with the money I got from selling dog skin plaster..."

"That's the end of today's story. The next girl has a beautiful sadomasochism with a lotus spirit who has a crush on the former prince."

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Looking out the window, the rain has stopped, and the chattering crowd slowly dispersed.

Hechi asked the man beside him, "How is it compared to what Sanyeming Jingjingjun said?"

Fan Sou replied, "The rhetoric can still be improved, and the story is good. I guess soon, it may be evenly divided."

He nodded, "Leave the silver, let's go."

At the entrance of the store, Jun Feiran rushed in, and happened to bump into Hechi who was about to go out.

He Chi frowned, his eyes swept over the figure behind the curtain.

Mr. Feiran was taken aback, and continued to edit, "I'm really sorry, I went to the wrong place!"

He shouted, "Stop!"

Fan Sou obeyed his orders and brought Mr. Feiran back.

Mr. Feiran was sweating profusely, looked at him for a long time, suddenly clapped his palms and said happily, "Hey, I'm really blind! I'm blind, isn't this Mr. Hechi? I think I was trapped in the mountain by a little demon back then, and I was still Shaojun. I sent you home! Such a great kindness has not been repaid, I really feel ashamed in my heart, you can't leave today, and go to the opposite restaurant to have a drink with me!"

After that, she hastily pulled him away.

He Chi didn't move at all.

Feiran turned back to look at him, and was terrified by his sharp eyes, "Mr. Feiran is in a hurry to pull Mr. Ben away, but what is hiding here?"

He hastily denied, "Everyone is gone, where else is there? Young Master, let me go."

He raised his hand and approached step by step, "What do other people have to do with me, I just want to know who is the storyteller behind the curtain."

Jun Feiran wiped his sweat again and again.

He seemed to want to tell her.

"It's been three years. I've been looking for someone for three years. I'm about to run out of patience in my life..."

"I don't know how she's doing."

"But I haven't had a good three years. She said I don't regret it, but I regret it in one day... I planted a few susu flowers in the garden of Liuyuexuan Xiurong. The flowers bloom all the year round, and the autumn wind will It drives the blue seeds to fall and take root. To my surprise, this kind of exotic flower is very good when it is first planted in Sanye Mingli. The seeds blown by the wind and rain have faintly become a prairie fire in the Temple of Fenye... If I find I'll take her back and have a look."

The plain white tulle is layered on top of each other, and the breeze blows, and the house full of viburnum flowers hits.

In the season of April, her habit of staying in bed too warm was a little better, and sometimes she would drag him up a tree to fold flowers.

She would secretly write her thoughts on the petals, and he sometimes saw them occasionally.

She said that she was close to him, even her heart was close together.

He even blushed in the quiet night alone.

She wasn't very good, but she was going to drive him crazy.

He was as drunk as a lunatic, and traveled across the mountains and rivers of Daze with wine, and the vegetation in the clouds.

Now, she is close at hand, and he can still vaguely see her slim figure.

He held her hand, would she be willing to let him watch his flowers blossom and fade?

(End of this chapter)