C21 Spring Dream(1)

When she saw him out of the door, he suddenly took out a thumb ring and handed it to her, "Xia Ji, this was passed to me by my mother. My mother is the last princess of the Zhou Dynasty, and this ring has been passed down for seven generations.

Even under the hazy moonlight, one could feel the vibrant green color of life flowing within the extremely rare emerald green.

The first gift she received in her life came from him, and it could even be said that all the gifts came from him. However, among the many gifts, she had never liked anything so much.

He was also overjoyed. He gently grabbed her hand and put it on his lips. After a while, he reluctantly left. As he walked out of the door, he intentionally glanced at the guards on both sides of the hall. Aside from the troops sent by Zheng Mu, he also carefully selected ten other first-class guards to stay behind.

He looked around, and only left after he found nothing else.

The moon was setting, but the heat in the sky did not show much sign of fading. The old palace maid hadn't come back yet, and Xia Ji was tossing and turning in her bed, unable to fall asleep.

When it was extremely hot, she stood up and walked towards the ancient peach tree.

The limestone had been washed clean, better than all the mats in the world. As expected, the moment she sat down, she felt a wave of cool air blowing over her face.

The hazy moonlight was very close, and the chirping of cicadas seemed to come from within the Moon Palace. Before she went to sleep, Xia Ji saw a shooting star flash past. Then she fell asleep.

Only then did Wu Xian slowly walk to the Deer Garden's entrance.

The guards on both sides opened their eyes wide, but their eyes were already fixed on the fragment of Night Pearl that the Dark Lord held in his hand. It was a fragment that had fallen into his black cloak during the battle. Up there, he poured the last of his magic.

The entire deer park was enveloped in a weak barrier. Even though it was insignificant to the immortal clans, it was enough for humans.

Under the ancient peach tree, there was a cool breeze blowing. In the dream, the delicate cheeks were clean and warm, and there was a faint smile on it. It was unknown what kind of good dream the bride had.

Extending her jade arms, her exquisite curves, and her charming figure that was filled with the beauty of a woman's body, even her long and white jade legs … From head to toe, from top to bottom, everything was good, everything was beautiful.

Little Xia Ji had grown up.

Her entire body was emitting a pure and sweet scent of a young girl.

Even if she took away the Night Pearl, even if she forgot the imprint on her palm, even if she never called out to him to the sky … But she grew up.

In the blink of an eye, the little girl had turned into a young girl.

At the beginning of February, Little He showed off his sharp horn. Her beautiful fragrance finally unreservedly appeared in front of him.

Wu Xian's stomach was filled with resentment and grief, but when his gaze landed on that little mouth that was slightly open, he couldn't move it away anymore …

Those were his hundreds of thousands of years of thoughts, countless anxious desires. When she was Little Fairy, when she was a little girl … Now, she had finally grown up.

The bottom of his heart was filled with a gentle feeling, which was even more heart-stirring than the scorching fire of the sky.

He slowly bent down and placed his hand over hers.

His momentary warmth made him lose his soul. Then, his large hand slowly moved upwards and landed on top of the tall peak of her thin nightgown … It was a creation of the world, a masterpiece of nature. Even among millions of women, it would not necessarily have such a beautiful curve.

His palm, which had been covering her, was actually trembling violently.

At this moment, he was no longer the most battle-hardened and experienced male creature in the demonic world. Wolf Lady and Snake Lady's flirtatiousness in front of him were like floating clouds. He was green like a teenager. After a long while, he timidly touched his lips to hers …

His movements were very light, and Xia Ji was still sleeping soundly, not being disturbed at all.

The moonlight was like smoke that reflected off of the barrier.

His eyes fell on something beside him: a kite! It was actually a kite with the eagle symbol on it. He remembered back then, a single step away. He had never seen that little boy who had inadvertently run to the deer park — that was the little prince.

If he had been just a little bit earlier that year, he would have seen the child's face clearly. He thought it was some insignificant child that had no interest in looking at him.

Regret.

If he had seen it earlier, would all of this have been different?

He picked up the kite and looked at it carefully. The eagle design, the old silk threads, and his already yellowed memories — — Ji Wuxue had actually been keeping this kite.

After a long while, he raised his demonic hand and the kite turned into ashes. It was blown away by the wind into the endless night dust.

And the emerald ring on her ring finger.

He recognized it at a glance. It was a top-grade Ancestral Mother green formed over a million years ago. It was the ring the little prince's medallion had transformed into.

Immortal Emperor!

It must be that old fogey, the Immortal Emperor.

He took out a small jade plate from his bosom. He was about to place it on her palm to replace the ring, but he sighed and put it back.

This was the only gift he had ever received from her — even if she hadn't given it to him, he had always treasured it, as if it was the only connection he had with her.

After a long while, he grabbed her hand, slowly put it in his own palm, and slowly spread it out. He muttered to himself: "Ji Wu Xue, could it be that you really don't remember me at all? Would he really forget everything? "

A five year old little girl, she was a reborn person, didn't she no longer hate him?

That night, she had clearly slept in his embrace, smiling at him and caressing his face. She was amazed as she looked from his palms at the world of demons, pulling the Night Pearl on his coronation … There was also the mark that he had left on her palm … If the memories of her childhood had been lost in apathy, could she have so easily forgotten the first stranger she had met after being imprisoned for such a long period of time?

Besides, even if he forgot, what about the brand? This magic filled thing was impossible for mortals to erase.

He opened her palm, took a closer look, and his face changed.

Her palm was as white as jade, and the faint trace of roses inside had disappeared without a trace. Not only was it visible to the naked eye, but even his devilish eyes would not be able to see it with a single glance. However, this was not difficult for him. He could see that there was a barrier above — it was different from the barrier over the demon realm. It was a small barrier, but it was enough for mortals to forget many things.

He was shocked, who could have this kind of spell? He could actually see the mark on Snowless's palm, and it was sealed away?

Only now did he understand why he had never been summoned by her. It turned out that someone had completely erased this memory from her mind.

He was furious, but he quickly calmed down. He gently rubbed her palm, and a faint trace of her presence was revealed once more. However, after so many years had passed, coupled with the fact that his magic had already run out of energy, he didn't know whether it would be effective or not.

At this moment, the lady in his arms turned her body over and mumbled something in a low voice.

A faint fragrance wafted into her nose. Wu Salty no longer cared about tracking down what had happened. The next moment, her large hand gently unbuttoned the butterfly button on her thin spring shirt …

He pressed his forehead against hers and said hoarsely, "Wu Xue, I'm here. You have to remember, it's me … It's Wu Yan... Do you remember? "

In the next moment, a pair of soft hands had already wrapped around his neck. It was totally voluntary, gentle, instinctual acceptance …

What a fascinating moment. He laughed silently.

At that time, Xia Ji was in a deep dream. It was a spring dream, the bride's spring dream, the endless sea of flowers, the spring breeze, the big red wedding dress, charming and romantic. It was the young prince with emerald green eyelashes. He was the crown prince of Chen who had arrived on a horse with a long sword on his back. He was the man who drove Zi Man away, forcing all sorts of slander onto her … It was her husband, her benefactor …

She embraced him with a girlish purity, a stirring heart.

Looking forward to this moment, it was as if he had waited thousands of years for it.

She even responded to him warmly, with a kind of unfamiliar enthusiasm, a pure invitation... In her dreams, she treated him as the person she had always desired, just like how she felt after drinking so much wine, she felt a little tipsy, sweet, and longing … The nature that sleeps in every living thing is awakened...

Black Demon King was flattered by the enthusiasm.

Because of this, he had been suppressing it for a long time. All of the male hormones in his body, all of them, exploded completely in the gorgeous night like an explosion with boundless might …

Waiting for ten thousand years, the emotions surged, like a flower blooming, he could not wait to harvest his ripe fruit.

Under the moonlight, her face was a deep red. Suddenly, he remembered the red lanterns he had seen along the way. With a wave of his hand, a large red rose-silk tent hung by his side …

Green jade for bed, the sky for quilt... The red silk became a large bridal chamber.

He had never married a bride before and had thought of this when he first met Ji Wuxue. However, she would rather fall into a black hole in time than give him a chance. This time, she finally got her wish.