C14 The Monster of the Deer Garden(1)

Her small hands peeled away the confetti, but she did not put it in her mouth. She continued to carefully examine the adorable color.

He looked at his reflection in her dark eyes, "Wu Xue, have you forgotten about me? Heh, do you know how many years I have been looking for you? Do you remember what I told you? You still have to give birth to thousands of children for me, and they all need to possess immortal arts that can jump through the sun, do you still remember all of these? "

His lonely heart suddenly boiled. Thousands of children.

He had once despaired, thinking that all this extravagance had long since been buried by the black hole of time. Unexpectedly, he could once again hold her in his arms in the midst of his reincarnation.

She could not understand what he was talking about. His palm moved and lightly pressed against her back. He suddenly thought of something and gently lifted her shirt.

On her snow-white back, there were faint traces of rose.

He laughed loudly, his face filled with joy. Look, the mark he left behind was still there. With this, no matter how many times he experienced reincarnation, he would still be able to find her.

"No snow …"

"I am Xia Ji."

Her long eyelashes were like small fans casting shadows on her face.

He kissed her small red mouth and held her a little higher, then held out his palm in front of her. In the next moment, the little girl's gaze could no longer find it: his palm had changed … Like a living mirror, she saw misty mountains of snow, dense lakes, endless grasslands, palaces covered in gold, Fusang full of big red flowers, bright red apples, free-running sika deer, and all kinds of beautiful, unknown plants and trees … Of course, there were also kites flying in the sky and colorful candies …

Curious, she reached out to touch his palm, only to find a bright red flower. The next moment, there was a really big red flower in his hand that was so beautiful that it looked like it could drip at any time.

The red flower turned her face red.

She giggled.

He had never been so patient. "Wu Xue, let's go to this place, okay? No one will hurt you. They will respect you, they will love you, and you will be the happiest girl in the world. When you grow up, you will become my bride and give birth to many children. Little Snow, come with me, okay? "

She was lost in the joy of the beautiful world, unaware of what he had said or understood. She played with the red flower for a while, her eyes falling on the luminous pearl on his high crown.

The pearl was glistening and adorable, its splendor flowing, as if it contained a world of infinite beauty.

The beautiful pearl illuminated her surprised little face. She reached out to touch the pearl and pulled it firmly in her hand.

He simply took the pearl off and placed it in her little hand, "Wu Xue, come with me, I'll let you play with this pearl, okay?"

She held the bead and concentrated on the rainbow-like colors flowing within it. After looking for a long time, there were mountains and rivers, birds and beasts, little deer and red flowers … It was actually exactly the same as the fairytale world she had seen in his palm.

At that time, the morning sun had already risen. Dots of light scattered down from the top of the peach tree, covering the myriad of peach blossoms with a faint layer of gold.

The child raised his head and faced the direction of the sun. Suddenly, an illusion appeared before his eyes. It was a huge snake. It was sinister and hideous. It sat on top of the old peach tree and bared its fangs at her.

She jumped to her feet and jumped out of the salty embrace.

The top of the ancient peach tree was a faintly discernible emerald green — it was the season when the peach blossoms were in bloom and there were very few leaves, so the overgrown green of the peach leaves was particularly striking.

He suddenly thought of the young prince's eyelashes, which had been shattered into pieces.

Little prince, it's been hundreds of thousands of years and you still dare to oppose me?

The anger on his face was clearly seen by the little girl who had turned her head. In that moment, he and the python that had occupied the old peach tree had become one.

She cried out in alarm and ran for her life.

Wu Sang dashed forward and hugged her. The devil hand gently stroked her face, and she immediately fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, the image of the python had long since been erased from his mind.

He was still holding the beautiful bead in his hand.

When she met the pair of deep eyes that contained a faint sadness, her little heart was actually extremely fearful. It was a fear that came from birth and was originally covered by time. Now, it was only revealed little by little.

She was afraid of the man who held her, and though he was so handsome and gentle and kind to her, she was afraid of him and she didn't know why.

He did not ignore her faint fear. With a sigh, he slowly placed her small hand in his own.

The little girl saw a drop of red water quietly falling onto her right palm. Soon, the beautiful red water droplets disappeared and completely seeped into her palm.

Her small, open mouth was lightly kissed by him, and the sweet taste stirred his soul.

He suddenly thought of the last incomplete intersection — the entanglement of the huge snake in the air, charming, gentle, romantic … He suddenly couldn't bear it anymore. The several hundred thousand years of tranquility was supported by this little bit of memories.

Every night, in the dead of night, he would howl like a madman.

Right now, the beauty was in his embrace, her lips were under his, and her soft body was under his palm … He was suddenly possessed, and a powerful impulse nearly overwhelmed her.

The kiss turned into a violent storm. The next moment, he suddenly exerted a little strength and heard a low cry of pain.

As if he had awoken from a dream, he quickly let go of her. The little girl's lips were slightly flushed from his biting, like a drop of dew on a rose petal.

He was slightly nervous, afraid that she would be angered, but the little girl pouted, feeling wronged. She didn't know what kissing meant, and no one had ever kissed her like this before. Once out of his control, her gaze immediately turned to the red bead …

He silently sighed. He needed to use a great amount of strength to restrain himself. Otherwise, if he were to hurt her again, even hundreds of thousands of years of reincarnation wouldn't be able to make up for it.

He couldn't stay by her side.

Not for a moment.

After a long time, he said hoarsely, "Wu Xue, you have to grow up quickly. When you grow up, I'll come pick you up. If you encounter any danger, shout my name into the air with your right palm, and I will immediately appear. My name is Wu Shan, did you remember that? "

"Wu Yan?"

He responded with a smile, patting her on the cheek, "You can call me when you're in danger, or you can call me when you miss me. No matter when, as long as it's you, I will always appear. Do you understand? "

She seemed to understand and wanted to say something, but the strange man suddenly disappeared.

In the sky, there was a low, almost inaudible sigh. It was very light, like a bird's wings.

She raised her head and saw the old palace maid staggering behind the ancient peach tree. The smile on her face was very strange, and she didn't know how long she had been standing behind the peach tree.

She slowly walked over, holding an emerald green peach leaf in her hand. She very carefully raised her head to look in the direction Black Demon King disappeared in, and only after she was sure that there was no trace of him did she gently place the peach leaf in her right hand.

Just as the little girl received the peach leaf, she suddenly felt a stabbing pain in her hand. She hadn't even cried out when she fell to the ground, immediately falling asleep.

Only then did the old palace maid carefully open her palm and take out the bead that she had pinched so hard that it was wet with sweat. After confirming that the jade green light had covered the red scar on her palm, she carefully examined the unparalleled Night Pearl, then stealthily hid the bead in her bosom. The strange smile on her wrinkled face deepened. "Sleep, sleep. Some things are best left unremembered for the rest of your life."

Flowers bloom and fall a few times in the spring wind.

The little girl from the deer park had already become a slim and graceful young girl. However, she had never stepped even half a step out of the deer park. It was like a red flower blooming alone in a corner. No one had ever seen her beauty before.

It was a beautiful morning. The morning sun had once again made the trees on the old peach tree look very charming. On this day, the son of the young master of Zheng suddenly had the desire to hunt. Early in the morning, a servant chased a hound through the Imperial Gardens.

The servants purposely teased him for a bit before stealthily letting go of a hare that was already prepared. Zi Man shot out an arrow and struck the hare's hind leg. The hare was shocked and immediately ran away with a crippled leg.

Zi Man urged his horse to chase with all his might, and the hare ran to the deer park in a panic.

Behind him, the servants became anxious and shouted loudly, "Young Master, we can't …" "That's the deer park. There's a demon-level character who can't go …"

But, how could the young and arrogant Zi Man listen to him? When he saw the hare slip through the wooden door and rush in, he was immediately startled to see a flock of crows flying through the silent weeds.

His gaze landed on the young girl under the ancient peach tree. It was as if he was possessed by an evil spirit, unable to shift away.

Since he was 13 years old, there had been girls in the house teaching men and women. Over the past few years, he had already become proficient in eating, drinking and gambling. Apart from his official wife, he had also taken in seven or eight concubines.

He had seen all kinds of beauties before, but at this moment, he felt that even if he were to add up all the thousands of beauties he had seen together, it would still not be comparable to what this young lady was capable of.

His throat was dry and his mouth agape.