The little princess was torn, and the demon emperor patched her up

Chapter 189 I want to be a towering tree!

The Demon God Temple stands in the wind and snow.

Xiao Baojing stood behind the carved railing with a cloak tied around his neck, looking at the snow-covered scene and couldn't help but frowning.

There seemed to be no end to this snow.

But we still have to endure another month before spring arrives.

Xiao Baojing returned to his bedroom with a heavy heart.

There was a charcoal fire burning in the hall. Yaoyao and Liu Yingtao were sitting next to each other, looking at a bronze mirror with a yin-yang pattern.

In the bronze mirror, snowstorms occurred frequently in various places. The powerful monsters didn't care, but the weak spirits and some humans who migrated here suffered greatly.

There is a shortage of food and thin cotton clothes. If misfortunes come to an end and the house is crushed by heavy snow, there will be no place to cry.

Yaoyao sniffed and said with red eyes: "Your Highness, they are so pitiful!"

Liu Yingtao also rubbed her eyes, her voice buzzing: "It's all my fault that my cultivation is so short! My tree age is too short, only a hundred years. If I were a thousand-year-old demon, I would produce lots of cherries for them to eat!"

Xiao Baojing was stunned.

Yaoyao touched the flower on her head and pouted, "At least you can still bear fruit, but what about me? I am a piece of jujube wood. I can only bloom but not bear fruit. I don't know how many more years of cultivation I will have to do before I can bear fruit! By the time I finish my cultivation, everyone will have starved to death!"

Xiao Baojing lowered his eyelashes.

Blossom and bear fruit...

A certain idea quietly took root in her heart.

She seemed to know how to survive this snowstorm.

That night.

Yaoyao and Liu Yingtao went to bed.

Xiao Baojing leaned over Shang Bingjiu's side, and his white and tender fingertips slowly outlined his eyebrows and eyes: "Shopkeeper, I have to do something big. If you wake up when I'm gone, remember to come find me."

The glass lamp emits a gentle glow in the night.

The young man lying on the couch had disheveled black hair. Due to the serious injury, his eyebrows and eyes were as cold as dry mountains and wild water. His skin was sickly pale, like a piece of frozen jade soaked in a deep pool. The light and shadow outlined his sharp bones, which were still sharp and evil and terrifying even when he was unconscious.

But Xiao Baojing was not afraid of him.

She bent down, kissed his thin lips, and whispered angrily: "What I want to do should be done by you, but you slept for a year. You are the demon emperor, but you don't even care about government affairs. Are you going to rely on me for everything?"

She became angrier and angrier as she spoke, and couldn't help but pinch his cheek.

The boy's skin is firm and feels good to the touch.

Xiao Baojing looked at him and suddenly wanted to play a trick on him.

She took out the ribbon and wanted to braid his hair into two little girl's braids. When her fingertips touched his hair, her mind flashed back to the moments when she and the peddler were in Furong Town when she first came back to this world.

He bathed her, dressed her up, and dressed her in a beautiful skirt.

Xiao Baojing recalled and smiled sweetly.

She then put down the ribbon and took up the comb, and carefully helped Shang Bingjiu to change his clothes.

"It may take a long time for me to come back."

"Peddler, you need to wake up soon."

"Peddler, you are not allowed to swallow the sun again."

"If you wake up and there's no one to accompany you, go talk to other spirits and ghosts. If you can't get along with them, go to Yejing and talk to Master Lu and the others. The world is so big, there will always be someone who can get along with you."

"You are not allowed to create those clones anymore, you are not allowed to make messy deals anymore, and you are not allowed to cause trouble to the world anymore."

"You must be a good demon king and support the demon race like your brother did. Don't dwell on the past."

Xiao Baojing dressed Shang Bingjiu to look very energetic.

His high ponytail was tied up with a bright red ribbon, and he was wearing a dark green brocade robe that made him look as graceful as jade. He was a very handsome young man.

"Of course, we can't forget everything that happened in the past..."

Xiao Baojing kissed his cheek, his round eyes full of seriousness: "For example, me...you must never forget me."

…The next day.

Xiao Baojing left the Demon God Temple alone in the wind and snow.

The closer you get to the north, the more serious the disaster is.

Xiao Baojing trekked across mountains and rivers and came to the place where the victims gathered.

She stood on the top of the mountain and saw that they had built simple huts on the flat ground. All the monsters that were able to escape to the south had fled, leaving only tens of thousands of old, young, women and children living in the huts, crowded together. Due to the lack of supplies, people froze to death or starved to death every day.

The corners of Xiao Baojing's eyes were red, like crushed Polygonum flowers.

She slowly withdrew her gaze and stretched out her hand towards the void.

All the way from Furong Town, she has accumulated a lot of merits.

She can use these merits to become a real human, or she can become a more powerful demon.

In the past, Xiao Baojing always felt that being a human being was good.

When she was still a small orange tree, she wanted to cultivate herself into a human being.

Later, when I traveled to the body of a puppet, I wanted to cultivate myself into a human even more.

But today, she feels that there is nothing wrong with being a demon.

What distinguishes good from evil, noble from humble, is not the identity of humans and monsters, but the heart.

A golden ball of light gradually appeared in the girl's palm.

The ball of light gradually rose up and turned into thousands of shining orange stars, covering Xiao Baojing's body.

The girl's eyes and eyebrows are gentler than the stars.

"I want to be a demon."

"Become a demon that can protect all people."

The moment the words fell, thousands and thousands of stars burst into dazzling light, and countless roots grew and spread from under the girl's feet!
She was on the top of the mountain, gradually turning into an extremely huge tree!
It blocked the fierce snowstorm from the Far North, and grew wildly in the heavy snow, with its huge crown extending three miles away!
She absorbed the power of merit and nutrients from the soil. Thousands of new buds appeared on the tree crown and grew into green orange leaves at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The victims, who were originally in despair, noticed the movement on the top of the mountain. They came out of their huts in disbelief and looked at the orange tree in surprise.

At the horizon, at the end of the Demonic Great Wall, there actually grew such a majestic and vigorous tree!

She blocked the snow and wind for them.

It was clearly just a tree, but it seemed to be watching them, like the most compassionate and gentle goddess in the world.

The orange trees gradually bloomed with dense orange flowers.

The petals are pure white and clean, and the goose yellow stamens are delicate and beautiful, dotted among the green leaves.

Those orange flowers gradually grew into small green oranges. Slowly the oranges ripened, golden, round and full, hanging on the branches like small lanterns, bending the branches with their weight.

"We have food!"

Among the victims, a mother holding her child shed tears of surprise.

They ran to the orange trees and couldn't wait to pick the oranges and put them in their mouths.

...

Twenty-one years ago, Fengcheng, orphanage.

The cicadas are chirping.

The dean looked at the children sitting in the classroom with a smile: "Teachers are gardeners, and you are the flowers of the motherland——"

A little girl suddenly raised her hand.

The dean asked kindly: "A small mirror?"

The little girl curved her almond-shaped eyes and said, "Teacher, I don't want to be a flower."

"why?"

"Because flowers are too fragile. I want to be a tree! I want to be a tree that stands tall and proud!"