The setting sun is half over the wall, the shadows of the trees are mottled, and there is still a cold wind in the mid-spring evening.
The one-and-a-half-year-old baby was wearing thick clothes and a scarlet red cloak. The cold wind made her cheeks turn red, making her whiter and cuter, like a tender pink dumpling.
Yun Qiao took off his scarf, placed it on the stone table, and asked her to sit on it.
She herself sat on the stone chair.
Their eyes were level with each other, and she was speechless for a moment.
Instead, it was the baby girl who spoke first: "Mother."
Yun Qiao was slightly startled.
Once upon a time, in order to escape from the palace, she dug out the witch's heart, made it into book pages, copied the witch's secret spell on it, and gave it to the Human Emperor.
She placed a hidden spell on the page of the book, which could make the emperor sleep for three days and three nights at a critical moment.
The Human Emperor has never looked into the heart of a witch, and he doesn't know what those books are about. He only feels the tentacles are warm. He has always been interested in the secret spells of witches, and he also wants to become a great witch.
A witch without a heart will die soon.
At this time, the little bird demon who had been with her for many years gave her an egg.
"This is the egg of Demon Queen Oriole, and it has been unable to hatch for hundreds of years. Our clan regards it as an ominous egg and wants to destroy it. I couldn't bear to bring it out secretly."
The little bird demon is psychic, and she can feel the thin life force inside this egg.
Yun Qiao took it and found that it was indeed alive, so she filled it into her heart.
After escaping from the palace, she heard a voice in her heart, calling out timidly.
At that time, the Demon Queen's egg had been hatched by Yun Qiao, but it needed to support Yun Qiao and could not leave her body.
The two of them share the body of a witch.
It takes hundreds of years for a harpy to grow from a fledgling to an adult bird. This stage must be carefully cared for by someone, otherwise it will easily die young. The bloodline of the witch is the best place for the harpy to nourish and grow.
She absorbs nutrients from Yun Qiao, and Yun Qiao relies on her heart to sustain life.
The chick will recognize the first person it sees as "mother".
The first time the little bird saw Yun Qiao, it was Yun Qiao taking a picture of herself in the mirror, and she cried out urgently: "Mother, mother..."
In seven years, the little harpy slowly grew up.
She is still young, still essentially a fledgling, but she already has her own temper and sometimes makes Yunqiao troubled.
Yunqiao's body was like a witch, but suddenly she had wings because the little bird demon grew up and became stronger.
Once, a wolf demon and a demon were having a silly fight outside the Peacock River. The little bird demon wanted to watch, but Yun Qiao disagreed, and the two quarreled.
"...Do you want to leave me? If you leave me, you will die." Yun Qiao said.
The little bird demon was furious and told her in a milky voice: "I would rather die."
"But, I will die too." Yun Qiao sighed.
The little bird demon was immediately defeated: "Mother, I was wrong."
She is so well-behaved that it's heartbreaking.
She had always wanted to be free, but she was too young, and Peacock City was full of half-demon and witches, so there was no place for bird demons. Once she left Yun Qiao, she was quickly devoured by other half-demon as a tonic.
She couldn't leave Yun Qiao.
Yun Qiao couldn't live without her. Without her, she would have no heart, and she would soon run out of spiritual power and die.
In fact, the two of them have never really met, at least Yun Qiao doesn't know what the harpy who has called her "mother" for seven years is like.
Yun Qiao slaughtered the God, suffered thousands of thunder disasters, his skin, flesh, muscles and bones were chopped off inch by inch, and he died in the fire.
The thunder and fire rolled, and the red ground was thousands of miles away. Her body was reduced to ashes. When her remnant soul looked back, she saw the flames rising again.
The bright yellow flames burned half of the sky, and the clear and clear chirping of birds broke through the sky and earth, shaking the mountains and rivers.
The huge harpy's wings made fire, covering the sky and the sun. Her screams seemed to be crying blood. It gained life in the ashes of Yun Qiao's remains - the phoenix was born out of the fire.
...Is that you?" Yun Qiao asked her.
The baby girl nodded: "It's me."
"Then you shouldn't die. How did you..."
"Mom, many, many years have passed, and I can't explain the past clearly in a single sentence." Nanny told her seriously.
Yun Qiao: "Are you my grandma?"
"yes."
"How did you get old and how did you die?"
"I will do it," said the baby girl, "I will do it, mother."