I woke up, my eyes gradually opened, and my consciousness gradually became clearer. There was a buzzing of insects in my ears, and a dazzling light shone into my eyes. I slowly adapted and opened them again.
In the clear blue sky, a few birds "chirped" and flew away from the green trees, as if they were frightened by me.
I was lying on the soft grass, and the faint fragrance of green grass filled my nose. Not far away, there were a few small lavender flowers, blooming beautifully.
I was suddenly very excited, but immediately felt disappointed. This place turned out to be the mortal world.
"Cang Li..." The first sentence he spoke was actually this person's name.
For forty years, I was imprisoned in the Demon Realm by this guy named Cang Li for forty years. Now, I have finally left that boring, cold and cruel place.
Fortunately, my memory has not been erased by those boring years in the Demon Realm. I am Yinluo, the crane demon of Yuyu Forest, Yinluo.
Then, I felt a burning sensation in my chest, and I no longer had the intention to appreciate the beauty around me. Suddenly, I completely remembered everything that happened in the Demon Realm just a moment ago, the battle, and the figure buried in the dark blue smoke, and I felt an urge.
, want to go back and see if he is still alive.
..."You are not a monster."...
This sentence again lingers in my mind. Whether I believe it or not, he protects me with his life. Are his words false? Or, he just wants me to never be able to escape him.
at the mercy of?
I curled up into a ball and felt a sharp pain in the top of my head and a sharp pain in my chest.
Leaving the Demon Realm in this way, I was alone in the human world, and I was still injured, but fortunately I was not tortured to reveal my original shape. But in my memory, the human race is really extremely complicated, and I don’t seem to have much resistance now.
If you encounter someone with malicious intentions and some ability, how should you deal with it?
Half a moment.
In any case, I should find a place to heal at this moment.
I started looking around, convinced that this was a place I had never been to.
I tried my best to stand up and used the surrounding trees to support my body. I mobilized my spiritual power to stop the bleeding for myself. I endured the pain and pushed through the overgrown vegetation and moved forward with difficulty.
The forest was very deep, but finally a piece of open lawn appeared vaguely, and the sun shone brightly on the earth. It must be midsummer, it was a bit hot, and the wound on my chest became more painful under the catalysis of the sun. Suddenly I thought, even if I found the exit of the forest
, so what?
I seem to have no support at all, and I seem to have lost a lot of my ability to survive on my own. He is all my fault.
In a daze, I heard the sound of gurgling water, which seemed very close. I tried my best to imagine what the water in this world looked like. Damn it, but all I could think of was the bright red spring water of the Holy Spirit. I couldn't help but laugh at myself secretly.
I supported the tree trunk next to me and rested for a while, and the pain eased.
Suddenly, a strong murderous aura rushed toward me, but I saw a flash of white light in front of my eyes. I held my breath. My instinct flashed, and the wound hurt violently. The sudden tension and pain made me faint. I only remembered the person beside me.
There seemed to be a sword inserted deeply into the trunk of the tree. The blade of the sword emitted sharp light, and I felt paralyzed all over, and I no longer had the strength to stand up.
"Girl! Are you okay?"
In a daze, a vague sound came to my ears, but the sound seemed to be more powerful than the sword. I felt dizzy and fell into a deep sleep...
When I woke up again, the pain in my chest was much better, but I still had no strength in my body.
I vaguely remembered that I dreamed of the Depressed Forest again...
Countless towering trees block out the sun, but it is very difficult for the little bits of light to pass through the tree cover. There are ancient spiritual birds sleeping soundly on the trees and making a "coo" sound, and the crystal flowers on the ground give off a faint light.
The old banyan tree was still chattering endlessly about the tree mother who defrauded him of his Yuan Dan. After passing the sunflower forest, Xiaolu faced the sun on her back in the only place where she could see the sun in the entire gloomy forest...
Along with these memories, I feel like there is a soft quilt behind me, as if I am not used to this kind of comfort.
There was a faint smell of wood in the air, and the curtains by the window blocked half of my view.
I smelled the smell of food, and turned around to find a bowl of hot porridge on the wooden stand beside the bed. There was a trace of green plants floating on the sticky surface.
This should be a mortal residence.
Just as I was about to sit up, I heard the creaking of the door opening. The sound came from outside my room. Then there were the clear sounds of footsteps stepping on the wood, heading in my direction. Perhaps because I knew that I was about to face a mortal.
, I don’t have much uneasiness.
Through half of my sight, I saw a blue-gray robe, black boots with off-white leggings, and above it was a jade pendant hanging from the waist. It was shaped like a black basalt, green and crystal clear, with fine workmanship and no impurities.
It is considered a fine piece of jade.
As we got closer, I saw a face clearly.
Two thick black eyebrows, but they don't look fierce; a pair of clear eyes, but they don't look childish; the cheekbones on both sides are slightly straight, but not abrupt; the bridge of the nose is straight, but not stiff; the lower jaw has sharp angles.
, but it doesn’t look rough; the temples reach to the ears, but they don’t look old. In terms of age, in mortal terms, it should be 30 years old, but it seems to exude the heroic spirit of a weak crown. However, behind the heroic spirit, it doesn’t know why.
A touch of sadness and tranquility.
He seemed to have noticed my fixed gaze and subconsciously turned his gaze to one side. Although he pretended to be calm, under my unconcealed gaze, his forced smile actually made me a little uncomfortable. So,
I also moved my eyes away knowingly, conveying the message to him with my heart, telling him that I had been closed for too long and had never seen any other faces except that person.
Of course, he is a mortal and cannot hear my voice.
But there was a voice in my heart telling me that the expression between the eyebrows of the person in front of me seemed familiar to me, and it even gave me an indescribable feeling in my heart, whether it was fear, nervousness, uneasiness, or... throbbing
.
I tilted my head again because my face felt a little hot. I haven't felt like this in a long time.
"Girl, are you awake?" he asked softly, leaning slightly to look at me, as if he was afraid of getting too close and infringing on me.
I nodded slightly, wondering if he noticed my not-so-obvious response.
"You have been sleeping for three days, drink this bowl of porridge quickly."
I looked sideways at the bowl of steaming porridge. I didn't have to eat steamed food, but now I had a strong desire to taste the porridge.
Suddenly I remembered the coldness of the Demon Realm. Even though that person was always considerate, he mostly left me alone in the cold grotto. I had not encountered such a warm atmosphere in front of me for a long time.
He must be making new porridge for me every day and keeping it warm. Thinking of this, I feel a little warmer in my heart.
I wanted to push my body up with my hands, but found that I couldn't do it. I glanced at him awkwardly, and I really needed to replenish some energy after sleeping for three days.
"If you don't mind, girl, I'll offend you."
I... He should be the so-called "man of the world". I couldn't help but think of that murderous sword.
There are many rules in the human world, and they are very particular about how they call themselves. The rules for their survival are far more complicated than those in the world of demons.
I nodded again, and he slowly sat on the edge of the bed, his movements very gentle. He was not only heroic, but also very careful.
He slowly lifted me up with one hand and supported me with his arms. At this moment, I suddenly felt that mortal arms were so thick and powerful, allowing me to lean on them completely.
But this feeling of stability was short-lived. He gently moved my body upward, then let go of the arm holding me up, and used his other hand to maintain my sitting posture. Then he raised the square pillow and cushioned it on me.
He held my waist and gently leaned me against the bed rail. During the whole process, I didn't feel any pain from the wound.
Immediately, the bowl of porridge was brought to me by him, with a faint fragrance and the smell of green plants.
I took the bowl of porridge, hesitated for a moment, but still drank it one mouthful after another. Although I had never tasted such a taste, I didn't seem to be uncomfortable with it. The faint fragrance should be the smell of the rice in the porridge, and there were also floating
The green plants hanging in my mouth were slippery and a little sticky, but warm and comfortable. This was the first time I drank mortal porridge so seriously, and I discovered that mortals are indeed more particular about the way of survival than other creatures.
Of course, this must be because humans fear death more than any other kind of creature. Without such meticulous care, their lives would be too fragile.
"I don't want to deceive the girl. The sword wound on your chest was accidentally caused by me. After I brought you back, I also bandaged it. I hope you will forgive me for any offense I caused."
The spoon in my hand was frozen in mid-air. I was dressing the wound... Then he must have touched my blood... But then I breathed a sigh of relief. He is a mortal, not a demon, and the Holy Spirit spring water will not do any harm to him. Of course,
I also know that his offense refers to something else.
I retracted my uneasiness, but was speechless. Although I knew some secular etiquette, it was not as detailed as a mortal. For demons, secular concepts are insignificant in the face of powerful forces. They can only be followed consciously, not like ordinary people.
Deliberate restrictions are made just like ordinary people. Because, in a world where spiritual power flourishes, there is no way to limit it.
Seeing that I didn't speak, he was silent for a moment, maybe thinking that I was lost or sad because of this, so he stood up, still keeping a respectful distance from me, and said lightly:
"Girl, have a good rest. I'll go out first. If you need anything, just call me."
I put the empty bowl in my hand on the wooden shelf beside the bed as usual, and he gently and understandingly laid me down on my back, and then left the room with the empty bowl. I wanted to ask him who he was, but
I don’t know why, but the words came to my lips, but they didn’t come out. Maybe I was a little tired.
However, if there is really a need, how should I call him? Well, I feel sleepy, so I will leave such details for later.