C11 I Am Not Daji(10)

As soon as Ou Ruoli stepped into the hall, the guard hurriedly closed the door, causing Ou Ruoli to be confused.

Looking at the person on the bed, it was truly a little scary. The person was refreshing and looked as if he had just taken a bath. There was no strange smell in the hall, and he was quite satisfied. But was this person really the valiant and extraordinary King Zhou? What the hell was with that unshaven face? His face was also white and blue. Are you sure he's not dead?

King Zhou, who originally wanted to pretend to be weak, had a high fever. In order to welcome the little fox, he ran to the bed and waited on the mattress without even drying himself after bathing. Just like the women in the harem waiting for his favor, King Zhou did not feel any unwillingness in his heart. He just wanted to wait for his little fox.

Then King Zhou, who was in a daze from the fever, began to speak nonsense.

"Ruoli, Ruoli, you're here?" King Zhou reached out his arm to touch the person in the illusion, the person he had been thinking about day and night.

"How can you be so heartless? Didn't you say that you would come back to reunite with me in a few years? Why did you never come back?"

"Do you blame me for marrying Daji? If I leave her behind, you might forgive me?"

"I really love you. Can you stay by my side? I don't mind if you're a fox demon. If you want to suck my essence, that's fine too."

"Really, I'm not scared of death. I'm just scared that you won't come back."

"Since you're already back, can you not leave? I'm only good to you, really."

"I am a king after all. I need a woman to give birth. You still blame me. I have nothing to say, but my identity can never be changed."

"I promise you. I really can. When you first came, you were still a young man. You asked me if I could love you, and if I could live in the forest with you, away from the world."

"At that time, I didn't answer your question because I was thinking about the throne. It was my fault. Now I promise you. Is it too late?"

"Didn't you say you would give me ten years to think about it? It has been eleven years. Why are you only here now?"

"Don't you know the way back?"

"What should I do? I am so scared. My mother is gone and you are going to abandon me. I will be alone from now on."

King Zhou's voice was choked with sobs. His voice, which was already feverish, was a little hoarse. It sounded a little sad, making people feel uncomfortable when they heard it.

Ou Ruoli just sat by the side and listened quietly without saying a word.

In his memory, his encounter with King Zhou was very ordinary. Two playful children, one escaping from Qing Qiu Mountain, one escaping from the palace, one without money but with magic, one with money but unable to protect himself, the two of them hit it off and played together.

The young King Zhou was innocent and cute, and always wanted to keep Ou Ruoli to sleep.

The two of them ended up rolling around together.

King Zhou loved to hug Ou Ruoli. At that time, Ou Ruoli's magic was still unstable. Whenever he was nervous or excited, his ears and tail would run out. King Zhou liked Ou Ruoli's fur, so he always tried his best to anger Ou Ruoli. Then, in the past, he would be happy every day.

But no matter how happy he was, time would not stop. Everyone had their own destiny. Ou Ruoli had to go back and cultivate, and King Zhou had to go back and learn how to be a king.

Before they parted, King Zhou asked Ou Ruoli if he was willing to come with him and treat him well. Ou Ruoli asked if King Zhou was willing to go back to the valley with him and spend the rest of his life with him.

King Zhou only left him a jade pendant and did not say anything else.

Ou Ruoli held the jade pendant and told King Zhou, Ten years from now, I will come to the palace to look for you. If you wait for me cleanly, I will let you do as you please. Otherwise, we will never see each other again.

After parting ways, Ou Ruoli cultivated diligently. As a king, he could not be too weak. It would be detrimental to King Zhou if he returned to his original form the moment he was provoked.

On the other hand, King Zhou had been learning how to be a good king every day. He was proficient in all kinds of military strategies and literature, and he had indeed managed the country very well. King Zhou had never had a woman by his side because he wanted to be quiet and clean while waiting for his little fox. Ever since they parted ways, King Zhou had seen his own heart clearly. He missed the little fox, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not find him.

In the past ten years, King Zhou had assisted His Majesty. He had been diligent and loved by his people. Even when he was twenty years old, he still had no one in his harem. He was waiting for his little fox, who was clean.

However, ten years had passed, and the little fox had not come. He was in despair. It must have been because of his regression that the little fox stopped and gave up.

So King Zhou gave up on himself and was captured in the war. The beautiful Daji, who spent all day in the wine pool and meat forest, became a drunken tyrant without asking about politics.

However, Daji was cruel, but King Zhou liked it. He even felt that it was exciting, so that his heart would be very calm, as if he could find a trace of pleasure and purity in a pool of blood. His bloodthirst had turned him into a tyrant again.

He seemed to have become very cruel and bloodthirsty, and the little fox, who was so kind, would certainly come back and teach him a lesson, and when that happened he would capture the little fox, lock it up, and never let it go again. He wanted the little fox to be with him every day and every night, and only see him, so that the little fox would belong to him forever.

The two of them were lost in their memories, unable to extricate themselves. King Zhou saw that Ruoli did not want to wake up after seeing him, so he continued to talk about how much he missed her.

Ou Ruoli just looked at King Zhou quietly. He wondered what had made this originally pure and brave king become like this. Turning back into his human form, he reached out his hand and gently caressed King Zhou's handsome face.

"I'm back, King Xin."

When King Zhou heard this name, he was stunned. Only the little fox would call this name, who else would dare to call the king by his name? King Zhou's eyes turned red as he wiped them with his hands. He wanted to see clearly, he wanted to see what the little fox looked like now. The little fox must be extremely handsome. When he was young, the little fox was already extremely beautiful, making people feel tender towards him. After so many years, his little fox must have become even more beautiful, but no matter how he rubbed it, his vision was blurry, and he could not see his little fox clearly. What should he do? Would he never see his little fox again?

He should have obediently taken the medicine so that he wouldn't fall sick and be able to hug the little fox. What should he do now? He couldn't see it!

His heart ached to the extreme, and tears silently flowed down his handsome face. He was still that Di Xin, the little fox's Di Xin, but how could he explain it? King Zhou was afraid, so he could only hold the little fox's hand tightly and refuse to let go. Even when he fell into a deep sleep, he still did not let go of his hand.