Extra chapter 178

In recent years, Ji Mengze has always dreamt of something before.

Mingming has been away from jiu'er for several years, but the little things he and jiu'er get along with are clear in his mind day by day.

She frowned and smiled, and the moving look of the water eyes when she deliberately seduced him.

Every midnight, these pictures are replayed frame by frame.

But that night, he dreamed of something else.

He is very familiar with that place. It is the priesthood pavilion where the successive high priests of the Ji family are located, but the man in the picture is very strange.

The man was dressed in a white robe and had long hair in a man's bun. He was very beautiful.

He was one of the high priests of the Ji family.

At that time, Baihuayuan was not called Baihuayuan, because there were no Baihuayuan, only manzhushahua.

Men like manzhushahua, so they planted manzhushahua in the garden. At a glance, it's red and gorgeous. It's very beautiful.

After handling the affairs of the priestly chamber every day, he would pull up his sleeve to weed and water the flowers.

Later, one of the manzhushahua trees in the garden gave birth to wisdom.

When the man found out, he was quite surprised. He set up a spirit gathering array in the garden, so that this manzhusha Hua could absorb enough spirit of heaven and earth. He even spent an hour every day reading scriptures to this manzhusha Hua.

And whenever this time, the intelligent manzhusha will gently sway the flower branches and call him with the voice of Jiao didi: "childe."

At first, the man smiled and asked curiously, "why call me childe?"

"I don't know. In my impression, young men are called Childs and women are called young ladies," explains the innocent manjushawar

"Can I call you that later?"

"Yes." The man replied.

Manzhushahua is just beginning to be smart. He can only say a few words every day, but not many men.

In the past, this man would weed and water manzhushahua in the garden, but I don't know when he only paid attention to this manzhushahua that would call his son.

One day, when the man came back after handling something, he suddenly found that his flowers were wilting.

The flowers, which had not yet fully blossomed, drooped from the branches, and the edges of the flowers began to wither.

And the branches of the flower were broken from the middle, and the place where they were broken was joined only because there was an outer covering of the branches.

However, this flower can't absorb nutrition.

Maybe someone accidentally stepped on the flower branch, or maybe some cat and dog ran through it and accidentally broke the branch of the flower.

In a word, this manzhushahua, who always calls his son, is going to die.

As the high priest of the priestly chamber, he is concerned about the important affairs of the whole family, and seldom expends his power on other things. Besides, the other side is just a flower that has just opened and is not even a demon.

But the man obviously dotes on it very much. He uses the superior skill of Ji's family to restore the vitality of the mangzhusha Hua, which is about to die.

Manzhusha rose from the dead and came back to life. As soon as he regained his intelligence, he cried and complained about his panic and grievance, "young man, I thought I was going to die, and I will never see you again..."

The man fondly touched its flower and said with a light smile, "with me, you can't die."

he transplanted Lycoris radiate into a jade basin with carved patterns, so that it can double absorb the essence of heaven and earth.

It took hundreds of years before it was possible to form a human like manzhusha Hua. It took only seven years to form a human like a formal flower demon.

"Young master, do you think my figure is pretty?" For the first time, the little flower demon in human shape was very excited, and he circled the man several times.

The red skirt fluttered in the air. The fragrance of the flower demon was stronger. The petals flew down from the air and fell on the man's head and shoulders.

The man didn't flick away, just smiled back: "good looking."

"Young master, I don't have a name yet. Would you please give me one?"

The man thought and said, "let's call it Gong Jiu."

……

Ji Mengze wakes up from his dream.

He reached for his forehead, his eyes darkened unconsciously.

That man

Is that the person that nine son heart has been unable to put down?

Although jimenze didn't want to admit it, he did have something to eat.

He knew that there was a man in nine's heart, but he didn't know that when nine was around the man, he was so happy and wanton.

What he brought to jiu'er seemed to be killing, calculating and grieving.

Ji Mengze was ambivalent. He didn't want to sleep. He was afraid that when he fell asleep, he would dream about the picture he didn't want to see.

But at the same time, he wanted to see jiu'er, even if it was just in a dream.

Ji Mengze looked at the potted flower on the table and could not help murmuring, "jiu'er, is it because I miss you so much that I dream of these dusty memories, or do you want me to see them? If you want me to see it, I will see... "This night, he really dreamed about jiu'er, hundreds of years ago, and the man.

The flower demon is simple, I don't know what it is, just rely on the man who saved her more and more.

But the man also dotes on her very much, has taught her many formidable skills, even helped her forge this life magic weapon.

He is the high priest respected by the Ji family. He has boundless magic power. In his mind, there are thousands of years of inheritance of Kung Fu. He is familiar with humanity, ghost way and demon way.

One person gets along well with one flower, until one day, the flower demon palace nine does a thing beyond distance.

She applied the new magic to the man.

The man did not guard against the flower demon, but was really pulled into the illusion by her.

At that time, the flower demon only wanted to play tricks on men, but did not spy on each other's mirage, so she did not know what the other party saw in the mirage.

However, the man who broke away from the illusion was furious at that moment.

"How dare you, little flower demon? Unbridled! "

Gong Jiu was frightened to cry. She had never seen such a furious childe before. She cried and explained, "childe, please calm down! Jiu'er is just playing with the childe. Jiu'er wants to try his magic skills. Jiu'er never peeps into the childe's fantasy. Jiu'er... "

"Shut up!" The flower demon's words also don't know which touch the man's scale. The angry man is determined to punish him severely.

The man sealed the flower demon, beat her back to the original shape, and transplanted her back to the garden of flowers.

It can be said that the Banshee who can laugh and relieve boredom is so lost in a sea of flowers, which is the most common one.

However, Gong did not understand until she fell asleep.

She used to tease the young man with her new tricks more than once. Before, he didn't care. Why did he take back everything he gave her?

A gust of wind blows, and the flowers and branches tremble gently, as if crying.

Later, it has been hundreds of years since consciousness came to life.

The flower demon uprooted himself, found the man's grave in the cemetery, and quietly took root beside the grave.

It never forgot the man's kindness to her.

Ji Mengze broke away from his dream, and his head was swollen and painful.

He was silent for a while, and suddenly he laughed and murmured, "poor devil..."

A wretch who dare not face his feelings.

Just like him.

But at the same time, Ji Mengze was happy.

He determined one thing, nine son only has the gratitude to that person, at that time nine son is clean like a piece of white paper, which knows what kind of love between men and women.

It was later that he dyed the white paper.

What he loves is the white paper painted with his own hands. This is his nine son.

Ji Mengze went to the blooming manzhusha, pointed her petals with his fingertips, and slightly lifted the corners of his mouth. "I know you only like me. I misunderstood you before."

This time, instead of being as quiet as ever, the petals of manjushawar suddenly quivered.

Ji Mengze's face suddenly changed, and her eyes burst with eager light! But you are back? "