C12 Xia Ji

The dead are like this, the time is like this.

Hundreds of thousands of years slipped away from the eyes of a group of creatures.

Several glacial meltdowns, several degrees of sea debris, dinosaurs turned to fossils, clover samples, and once charred land covered with gold.

Gold has no life.

In the great wasteland, there was only a pair of lonely footprints.

Sometimes it was a wolf, sometimes it was a snake.

However, no matter what the shape was, he was the only one left alive. He had suffered for a long time, and in the endless loneliness, he could only beg for his life.

Finally, on a clear night with a bright moon, the Night Pearls on top of the Seven Star Treasure Chase once again shone, illuminating the endless sky.

Black Demon King took out an emerald jade token.

Countless demon spirits surged out from the dark lands. They were the newborn blessings, almost nothing to do with the demon dwellers, werewolves and snakemen from hundreds of thousands of years ago.

However, they were still called demons.

Although they didn't know why, and no one tried to investigate, they didn't care.

Hungry for wild fruits, thirsty for nectar, the sea water was gradually fading, the climate became warmer and wetter, the grassland was green, flowers bloomed, and full of fruits … Nature has provided the living beings with rich and colorful food, so that they can enjoy life without doing anything, and live a comfortable and relaxed life …

Whenever they ate and drank to their heart's content, the males would have fun with the females. They would have no boundaries, and would not be inferior to the females. They would also have primitive good fortune and would then marry in groups … This was the initial form of the origin of the species, the initial instinct for reincarnation, the continuation of a history as long as the sand of the Ganges.

Their king was only Hierarch Blackfiend.

They did not have to bow to him, they did not know, they only played with him, but they had never seen him smile once.

He was dismissive of the demons' momentary joy. Occasionally, a trace of restlessness would flutter across his petrified and cruel eyes. When it reached its peak, he would let out an all-night howl towards the moon …

Day after day, year after year.

It was already the Spring and Autumn Period.

The mortal world, the gathering point for the inferior products that were eliminated by the deities, had already begun its rise.

The rise of major cities, the rise of small kingdoms, the rise of people, the movement of people, people only knew that there were emperors and generals, and no one knew that there were still legends in the Demon Immortal World, but they felt that the distant past was illusory, false, and impossible to fathom …

The Infernal King, Wu Yan, was very lonely.

His old friend the Immortal Emperor was also very lonely.

Only the emperor of the mortal world hugged his left and right. He was extremely happy and did not even have the chance to be lonely.

On a snowy night, a baby girl was born in the royal family of the Zheng Kingdom. She fell from the sky and brought along the fragrant scent of Yun Zhi. The next moment, her birth mother bled profusely and died miserably …

It was night. A thousand-year-old tree in the Imperial Palace had suddenly been hacked to death.

It was night when the nation of Zheng received the news that they had been defeated on the front lines. One hundred thousand soldiers had been annihilated.

It was night. A horde of snakes suddenly surged within the imperial palace. The imperial concubines cried out in alarm, and Zheng Mu was so frightened that he almost fainted … However, when he woke up in the morning, the group of snakes had already disappeared without a trace …

All the spearheads were aimed at the newborn baby girl.

The strong fragrance and countless incidents of fear made her a terrifying monster.

The palace wizard urged Zheng Mugong to put her to death, otherwise, she would bring about countless disasters.

Zheng Mu's children were no longer interested in this baby. However, just as he was about to issue the execution order, an illusion appeared before his eyes; a terrifying giant python flashed past.

He was so frightened that he fell to the ground and gave up on the words of the shaman. He only threw her into the most remote corner of the deer park, leaving her to fend for herself.

From then on, Zheng Mugong never looked at her again and only sent her a single name, Ji.

Her birth mother came from Grand Xia, which was once a glorious era a thousand years ago. That was why everyone called her Xia Ji.

From then on, she lived alone in a corner of the deer park, accompanied only by an elderly palace maid.

The deer park had high walls, mossy roof tiles, overgrown weeds and trees. Snakes and rats ran wild, and their heads had to be raised very high to see the sky outside.

Gradually, people had completely forgotten about this small corner.

A wooden door separated Little Xia Ji from the bustling palace. Only the old palace maid would occasionally go out, and when she turned the door, it would emit a creaking sound.

Little Xia Ji was slowly growing up to the age of five.

Unlike other lively and moving children, she always sat cross-legged under the largest peach tree and looked up at the blue sky. Even when the wooden door was open, she rarely went out. She did not care about the outside world at all.

The world here was so quiet, yet so gorgeous. She could hear the crickets, the warbler singing, the autumn insects mumbling, and even the tiny joys of ants moving away …

Sometimes, gray mice strut past her with long beards. She just looked at them curiously, and they never attacked her.

She was enjoying herself in the small world.

It was a spring afternoon with clear clouds in the sky. The little girl sat alone on the stone slab that had been washed clean, looking at a rose that had been secretly opened in the corner.

She watched with relish as the flower burst from its bud. In an instant, the flower bloomed, and its fragrance filled the air.

At this moment, she heard the wooden door creak as it was pushed open. She thought it was the old maid, so she called gently, "Mama," but there was no answer.

The footsteps grew louder and louder, clattering, mischievous and strange. She looked up and saw a small boy climbing down from the wall with great agility, holding a beautiful kite in his hand.

Four eyes met, and the little boy suddenly held his breath, remembering the first time his father brought him to hunt, he had seen a newborn sika deer. Her eyes were so bright, so black, her eyelashes so long, so soft, and her lovely little face was flushed and radiant.

He curiously strode over and asked in a clear voice, "Who are you?"

"I am Xia Ji."

She didn't ask who he was, but looked curiously at the kite in his hand. It was a beautiful eagle kite, colorful and lifelike.

Her voice was soft. "What is this?"

The boy was startled once again. His small heart felt like it was the first warm spring breeze after winter. It made him feel ineffably comfortable.

He forgot to answer.

She asked again, her voice still soft. "What is this?"

He handed it over, "This is a kite for you."

Her large eyes, like those of a fawn, brightened, but they did not speak. She only looked at him.

He took her hand and placed the kite on her palm. "Xia Ji, can we go out together to play?"

She did not know how to answer, because she did not know what "play" meant. Moreover, she had never stepped out of this part of the sky before. At this moment, the sound of hurried footsteps came from outside. It was the sound of guards running. The sound of armor clattering could be heard as it collided with the saber in his hand.

"Your Highness, Your Highness …"

"Where is the little prince?" "Everyone, quickly search …"

"Everyone split up and search. If anything happens to your highness, everyone will lose their heads …"

The boy's expression changed, and without waiting for more words, he ran out in one breath.

The wind blew the wooden door shut, and the deer park fell silent again.

Little Xia Ji curiously looked at the multicolored kite. This was the first time she had gotten a toy, and she was holding onto a string, not knowing how to play with it.

Another breeze blew, and the kite floated silently from her hand.

She looked up and saw that the kite was flying higher and higher. Soon, it reached the top of the thousand-year-old peach tree. It stood still on the branch.

She stood up and held out her hand, but it was a long way from the top of the peach tree.

She wanted to take the kite down.

The thousand-year old peach tree was tall and sturdy. It was in a circular shape and was extremely beautiful. The branches on its branches were broken one by one, making it easier for people to climb up.

Her small hands rested on it, moving up slowly, step by step.

This was the first time she climbed a tree. Her small hands rested on the branches of a peach tree. The peach blossoms were already in bloom, and under the stamen, there would be small peaches. The kite was still on a branch.

She stood on her tiptoes and stretched out her small hand. Just as she was about to reach the kite, she suddenly saw a pair of green snake eyes. With a flick of her small hand, her foot slipped and she fell rapidly to the ground …

Just as the little girl was about to hit the ground, a black cloak came down from the sky and firmly wrapped around her.

When the little girl opened her eyes, she saw a pair of eyes that were as black as the ancient spring water of a ten thousand year deep pool.

The flower fell into silence, leaving only his thumping heart beating. The demon heart that had been still for 10,000 years was actually about to burst out of his chest …

After searching for so long, have you changed?

He put his big arms around her and stared at her without blinking for a long, long time.

She was not afraid, only curious, and then she looked up at the peach tree to see if the kite had come down.

He followed her gaze and gently lifted his hand. The kite landed in his big hand and was safe and sound.

She stretched out her small hands and took the kite from his palm. He held those small hands very gently.

Her long eyelashes were lifted slightly, and her big wet eyes were looking at him, and her small face was full of smiles.

The peach blossoms disappeared into thin air, shining brilliantly.

At that moment, the trees and flowers suddenly bloomed. A demon heart that had been howling at the moon for hundreds of thousands of years suddenly revived.

His lips covered the little girl's soft red lips, and he saw his reflection in those big eyes that were as clear as water. His voice was surprisingly gentle: "It's been hundreds of thousands of years. Ji Wuxue... Ji Wuxue... "So it turns out that you are here …"