Dark Forest, a girl’s home.
Under the thick ancient trees, a mass of white snow lies quietly. The girl's plump body curled up into a sleeping kitten, her lightly pursed lips moved evenly with her breathing, and a trace of crystal saliva overflowed from the corner of her mouth, wetting a leaf on the ground.
A cold raindrop fell on her face, waking her up from her deep sleep. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and murmured: "Is it raining..."
The sky was dark, but no raindrops fell.
Her eyelashes drooped, her eyelids covered her purple pupils again, her little body curled up into a comfortable position, and she gradually fell asleep.
"Do you... long for power?"
In her sleep, her body shrank slightly, as if she had returned to that rainy night three years ago.
"I want..." She lay on the muddy ground, raised her right hand with all her strength, and shouted desperately: "Give me strength... I want revenge... I want..."
"...Kill mom..."
"Hahahaha..." A low voice sounded in the heavy rain, like the laughter of a devil; "Then... I will give you power. But... from today on, you must remember your real name, that is... Demon Lord..."
…
On a busy road, a man and a woman were walking side by side holding hands. The woman was dressed in purple and her body was perfect, attracting the astonished eyes of countless men and the jealous eyes of women. It's just that the large sunglasses and sunhat cover most of his face, making it impossible for anyone to get a glimpse of his face. But passers-by would never expect that this person is actually Duanmu Yiren, the number one fairy resounding in "Reincarnation", or in other words, resounding in China.
Feng Xiao was dressed in loose clothes, with slippers on his feet, and his whole outfit exuded a lazy masculine charm. Countless women's eyes fell on him obsessively, and Duanmu Yiren was secretly enjoying it.
Rou Yi, who was holding it lightly in her hand, had a layer of sweat oozing out from her nervousness. Feng Xiao asked softly: "Are you still used to it?"
"Yeah!" She replied more quietly. In just a few days of getting along, her feelings for him had already undergone earth-shaking changes. Perhaps she never thought about today's situation before she rushed towards the devil with a desperate heart.
How could he sink so easily... to the man he once hated the most? Perhaps from the first second she met him, she began to be conquered by him, bit by bit, until she completely fell for him. Those past events that were once nightmares, now when I think about them, there is no hatred anymore, only confusion and inexplicable shyness.
"miss home?"
Home…
Duanmu Yiren lowered her head slightly: "I want to..." She thought of the unparalleled clever little emperor, the Wuji brother and sister-in-law who gave her the most warmth. "But..." She suddenly raised her head and said in a firm voice: "I will not go back, and I have never thought about going back."
Feng Xiao smiled casually, "Don't be nervous, I have no intention of sending you back. Now that you have fallen into my hands, you will never be able to leave again in this life."
The domineering and even slightly ruthless words made her feel a little bit happy in her heart. She suddenly thought that this was the first time she was alone with him, and it was the first time she went shopping with a man... With her heart in turmoil, she leaned closer to him, greedily breathing in the fragrance emanating from him. Ruo Wu's masculine scent.
"Tell me about your past life. Since you have decided to be my woman, you should let your man know everything about your past."
Feng Xiao stopped in front of an exquisitely decorated teahouse, looked at it and then led her in.
At noon, there were not many people inside. Most of them were sipping tea and chatting quietly. The only thing that could be heard clearly was the elegant and peaceful sound of the guzheng.
He took Duanmu Yiren to sit by the window, and then ordered two dragon and phoenix tea snacks.
"Can we talk now?"
Duanmu Yiren lowered his head, and his two small snow jade hands were nervously twisted together. She said "hmm" and began to slowly recall her past. The memories of more than ten years did not arouse her pain when she thought about it, because she knew that she had left the place in her memories forever.
Wow!
Feng Xiao glanced sideways, because the delicate beaded curtain at the door of the tea house was roughly opened, and four arrogant men walked in. The two waiters were about to greet them, but their expressions changed after seeing their identities. With fear written all over his face, he walked over to say hello cautiously.
Withdrawing his gaze, Feng Xiao looked at Duanmu Yiren and listened quietly to her story, from her mother's premature departure to her lonely and lonely childhood.
The melodious sound of guzheng makes people feel surprisingly peaceful. Duanmu Yiren slowly melted into her words, her eyes became blurred, and her voice became very low, very pure, very true, as if he had seen scenes from her childhood.
The world seemed to quiet down, and Feng Xiao listened with a smile. At this moment, a discordant sound came from the teahouse next to him.
"This figure, this skin, are superb. This woman must be able to play...hehehehe,"
The dirty voice was very low, but Feng Xiao heard it really clearly. He still had a slight smile on his face. His ability to endure is as good as his ability to kill. Unless he wants to, it is difficult for others to tell what he is thinking from his face.
"Look at that man's appearance, he must be from some store, right?"
The moving narration stopped, Duanmu Yiren looked at Feng Xiao, and countless eyes also looked this way. The voice just now was not deliberately suppressed, and it reached everyone's ears clearly in the elegant and clean teahouse.
The person who spoke was one of the people who had just come in. The handsome man who had been silent for a long time looked at Duanmu Yiren's perfect figure with a casual expression. He glanced at Fengxiao from time to time. Judging from the superior posture, it seemed that these people leader. The arrogant young man stretched out his hand to pull open the collar of his black shirt, and a green dragon with teeth and claws loomed on his chest.
Tattoos are indeed a bit threatening to the resigned people, but in the eyes of the real masters, they are just a ridiculous behavior used by clowns to show off their power. Feng Xiao smiled, playing with the tea cup in his hand carelessly, shaking his head and sighing silently: "Let's go, I don't really like places with flies."
His voice was very low, so low that only Duanmu Yiren could hear it. Duanmu Yiren said softly "Hmm" and let him hold her little hand and walk out.
The stubby young man who was obviously a domestic slave left without saying a word when he saw the wind, and his arrogance became even more arrogant. He stood up suddenly and said with an arrogant look: "Boy, stop. You are lucky, my young master has fallen in love with your girl, so you can get out of here only if you keep her."
Anyone who dares to be so arrogant in Beijing must have considerable background and power. The teahouse suddenly became quiet, and the chatter completely disappeared, but no one dared to come out to interfere with this matter. Several waiters looked at Feng Xiao and Duanmu Yiren with pity. They know very well how powerful this "young master" is.
Duanmu Yiren's face turned a little pale, and she leaned towards Feng Xiao. Feng Xiao looked at her and smiled slightly, holding her hand slightly tighter. A strange sense of security spread along her hands to her heart, making her newly aroused uneasiness disappear in an instant.
Is this the feeling of being protected... Duanmu Yiren was intoxicated by this strange feeling of happiness, her body almost pressed against his, and as he slowly walked out, she no longer cared about the people behind her. A sound of disgust.
"Boy, are you deaf? Do you know who the uncle is!" The young man suddenly yelled. The sound shocked many people and also drew away many pity looks.
boom!
A slight sound came from Feng Xiao's hand. The tea cup that had been held in his left hand was broken into four smooth pieces, and then he threw it backwards.
"ah!!!"
It wasn't until they walked out of the teahouse that the belated scream sounded from behind. Feng Xiao's mouth showed sarcasm, and each of them cut off an ear. This was already a great mercy.
"Will there be any trouble? That person... seems to be very powerful." Duanmu Yiren said with some worry.
"Someone will take care of it." Feng Xiao smiled calmly, glanced at his back seemingly inadvertently, and then pulled Duanmu Yiren towards home: "This world has never lacked some clowns. When I get home, I will Keep listening to your story.”
That gentle voice instantly melted away all the depression and confusion in Duanmu Yiren's heart. At this moment, she had the urge to cry out of happiness. Because he finally admitted her identity, and she completely fell in love with him in just a few days. From their meeting to now, the dream-like scenes began to replay in her mind one by one... She nodded vigorously, laughing and crying. She suddenly understood that the choice that seemed so crazy and unreasonable before must be the most correct and perfect choice in her life.
Thirty seconds later, a call came to Chu Yingying, causing her peaceful face to darken instantly.
"Have you found out who that person is?" she asked coldly.
"It's the young master of the Guo family."
"The Guo family... actually dare to humiliate my son. Give you one day to drive the Guo family out of Beijing. I don't want them to tarnish my precious son's eyes again!"
"… yes!"
Long Wei, who was sitting on the sofa, smiled helplessly, but did not say anything to stop her excessive behavior. The maternal love that had been suppressed for more than twenty years suddenly burst out, and its intensity could be described as outrageous.