Yuan Xianger likes to play plush, especially the big plush tail, which can greatly satisfy her hobby as a plush control.
But at this moment, looking at the slightly trembling shoulder blades lying on the kang, the messy silver threads scattered on the shoulders, Yuan Xianger's heart suddenly felt a feeling that she had never felt before. Just like craving for spring under the hot sun and craving for bread when hungry, there is an indescribable instinct that creeps up in my heart. Makes her want to see the body dyed in this sentence.
It was as if 10,000 ants were crawling over the top of her heart, and she couldn't help biting her lip so numbly.
She held the fat and thick tail in her hand openly, and gently pinched it back and forth with ten fingers. Looking at Nan He again, he saw that his back was tense for a moment, his fists were clenching the sheets tightly, and the strong muscles on his arms were bulging beautifully, and he buried his head on the bed, from the angle of his back. Looking over, I saw that the ears and neck were all red.
Yuan Xianger's fingertips began to rub a little bit from the tail vertebra, and then lifted the tip of the tail and kneaded it finely. The man's beautiful shoulder blades arched, and Yuan Xiang'er heard an uncontrollable gasp as she wished.
She squeezed the tail and shook it, then put the whole tail in her hand and combed it upwards from the base of the tail with her fingertips. Run your fingertips through the hair, shaving lightly and then hard over the skin.
The peculiar rich aroma in the house reached its peak at this moment.
Nan He turned his head abruptly and looked over with an unbelievable look on his face. His skin was shining brightly, his peach blossom eyes were filled with autumn water, and his hibiscus face was dyed with spring. All looked stunned.
"Ah Xiang," Nan He stood up and called her softly, his expression blurred and helpless, "Do you remember the first time you saw me?"
"At that time, I was seriously injured, and the blood all over my body was almost draining, and the surroundings were icy and cold, and I thought I was going to die." His eyes were covered with a layer of water mist, and he seemed to recall the past in a haze." Suddenly, a human woman emerged from the bushes, surrounded by so many demons who were eagerly waiting to tear me apart, but she didn't care, grabbed me in her arms, hugged me and ran away."
"Run home, hold me on the warm kang, feed me sweet food, and carefully bandage my wound. Although I was fierce towards her at that time, in fact, I already liked it from the bottom of my heart. That human girl." Nan He looked at Yuan Xiang'er and approached slowly, "Ah Xiang, I like you, I have liked you from the very beginning."
He kissed Yuan Xianger's lips clumsily and strangely, "Always stay by my side, never leave me. As long as you stay by my side, you can do whatever you want to me."
Yuan Xianger only felt that a soft and wet tongue broke into her own world. She was shy and jerky at first, and then became fierce and fierce. The hot breath fell on Yuan Xianger's skin indiscriminately, and she could hardly distinguish each other's heartbeats.
When Yunniang came in with the beast, Yuan Xianger was still sitting in the yard covering her face, recalling the chaotic kiss earlier.
During the period when Yuan Xianger was not at home, Dixie often came to visit Yunniang, and was already very familiar with this yard.
She walked around behind Yuan Xiang'er and patted her on the shoulder, making her jump.
"What are you thinking, Axiang, I've been calling you for a long time."
"Ah, when did you come?" Yuan Xiang'er took Dix's hand and was very happy to see her.
"It's been a long time since I came here, and I saw someone giggling giggling. I don't know why I'm happy."
"It smells so good, what does it smell like to you?" Dixie approached Yuan Xiang'er, sniffled, and suddenly realized, "No way, so fast? Nan He has grown up?"
Yuan Xianger smiled and pinched her, which was a default.
She leaned closer to Yuan Xiang'er's ear and whispered, "Are you going to beat him?"
"Nonsense, I'm not your snake clan," Yuan Xiang'er pushed her, her face turned red, "I didn't do anything, I just touched his tail."
Dixie covered his sleeves and smiled, "Fool, you probably don't know, the tail of the Sirius clan... hehehe."
The two met again after a long absence, and they pinched each other first.
"By the way, I met a friend this time, named Hu Qing, who is a nine-tailed fox. Now he also lives on Tianlang Mountain. Let's meet and play together another day."
"Okay, nine-tailed foxes are rare, even the secluded Qingqiu of the fox clan can't find two."
At this moment, the Hu Qing they were talking about was standing beside Du Shuo in the dilapidated mountain temple.
It is rotten and silent, the broken statues, most of the collapsed pillars, the thick dust on the altar, the ground is overgrown with weeds, the corners are covered with white cobwebs, a spider seems to be startled, and hurriedly hangs down from the roof The spider silk disappeared as if it had fled.
Hu Qing shook his nine tails behind him, feeling very uncomfortable. In her memory, this small temple will always be the most lively place in this mountain forest, where incense is lingering, melons and fruits are worshipped, and human beings of all ages come and go. There were little fairies like them mixed in.
She looked at the mountain god beside her nervously, the sunlight was projected from the broken roof, and it was playing a clear light and shadow on his indifferent face.
Du Shuo looked at his god statue, the stone god's face was broken in half, and a ravine was cracked under it, looking like he was crying and laughing at himself.
He remembered the day he lost to Miao Dao, was dragged out of here by the lock of the soul, and stumbled into the human village. Those human beings who had received countless help from themselves, hid from a distance, showing a look of disgust and horror.
"Demon, get out of our village." A woman holding a child threw a cloud of filthy mud. The child she was holding nearly died of illness last year. She heard her prayers and rescued her with magic. .
"Despicable demon, get out of here quickly." The stone-throwing old man knelt in front of his statue last month, thanking him for the nectar that he spent on mana.
He was dragged and imprisoned in embarrassment and pain in this village that he did not know how many years he had guarded. , or a broken heart.
"Lord Mountain God, I'm here to see you again. The weather is not bad today. How are you doing?"
An old voice interrupted Du Shuo's memory. Du Shuo turned his head and saw an old man with white hair, hunched over his back, holding Zhu Lan, walking in from the door slowly.
The old man could not see Du Shuo and Hu Qing, who had hidden their figures. He walked straight to the offering table and took out a dish of yellow oranges and ointment from the basket tremblingly. Kneeling on the worn-out futon with cotton wool,
"Xin Nan doesn't ask for anything, I just hope that Lord Mountain God, you will get out as soon as possible, safe and smooth." He folded his hands together, bowed devoutly for a few times, half praying and half muttering, "Now that I'm getting older, my legs and feet are getting worse and worse. I don't know how many times I can come here, I really hope I can see you again before I die."
After the old man finished speaking, he suddenly saw that right in front of him, on the ground that was empty when he kowtowed, a small piece of feather suddenly appeared and lay there quietly.
Those little feathers had a strange texture that resembled gold but not gold, like jade but not jade, and on the surface there was a magnificent luster, which was definitely not something that could be seen in ordinary people.
"This... this?" The old man was puzzled. He carefully picked up the small feather with his dry fingers, stared at the sun for a long time, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
"This is the feather of Lord Mountain God, and it was given to me by Lord?" He stood up excitedly and looked around, "My Lord, Lord Mountain God, are you back? Are you back?"
What answered him was silence, a gust of wind blew, and a wisp of dust fell from the mutilated statue.
"I know you are back, you must be very sad, right?" The old man choked up, wiping his tears with his rough fingers that had worked all his life, "But it doesn't matter, as long as you are back safely, as long as you know that you are back safely, I will The wish of this life is fulfilled, and you can leave with peace of mind.”
He crawls on the ground, bends his back, kowtows one after another, tears of joy falling into the dust.
After a long time, the old man slowly stood up and began to clean up the offerings on the table. The old man's hand to collect the dishes paused, and found that there were two less oranges for worship, he couldn't help but turn his head to wipe away his snot and tears.
"Sir, you may not know that at the beginning, everyone was really too much. But later, there were still many people who felt guilty secretly. In the first few years, there were several people who came here quietly to worship you like me. It's a pity that Years have passed, and they are getting old and walking. Thanks to my young age, I was fortunate enough to last until the day you came back."
While packing, he nagged in his mouth, and finally carried the bamboo blue, carefully put the small feather in his arms, and walked towards the road down the mountain.
Walking on the mountain road, in the dark sky behind him, a word came faintly.
"Wearing it can exorcise evil spirits and keep you safe from evil, so that future generations will not be invaded by evil spirits."
The old man turned around suddenly, trying to open his cloudy eyes, trying to see the figure he had seen in his youth from the dark sky.
The mountain wind is blowing, the vegetation is splendid, and the dilapidated mountain temple is silent.
"Hey, I know, I know, the things given by Lord Mountain God, I keep it carefully, and it will be my family's heirloom in the future."
Hu Qing stood in the temple, looking at the staggering figure, and handed the two oranges in his hand to Du Shuo.
"Humans are not just bad, but there are many cute guys."
Du Shuo's eyes softened, "We are so old, it's okay to suffer a little bit, but it's very rare for them to be able to do this."
He turned around and stretched out his hand towards the statue. With a slight lift of his five fingers, the statue fell apart and collapsed, revealing a small cave under the base.
Inside the cave, a small orange-red light burst out. As soon as the light came out, the whole temple was instantly radiant, and the brilliance became dazzling.
Du Shuo raised his hand and held the orange light in his hand.
"It turns out that there is something hidden underneath, what is this?" Hu Qing asked curiously.
"This is called the power of faith. I have been here as a mountain god for hundreds of years, and I have accumulated a little bit, but I have only got this little bit. Although this thing takes a lot of time to collect, its power is not small. Fortunately, it was not mysterious at the time. Dao found out."
"The power of human belief? Does it work?"
"It has many uses, but at the moment it only has one use for me." Du Shuo raised his finger and painted the golden touch on his finger onto the Soul Requiem lock. A little crack, cut off from the place where the power of faith is infected.
"The power of faith destroys all weapons in the world."
The broken soul-suppressing lock shone brightly, and suddenly began to twist violently. The crimson iron chain went in and out of Du Shuo's body, trying to reconnect and take the demon lock.
With blue veins bursting out of Du Shuo's forehead, he fell to his knees on the ground. He grabbed the constantly struggling iron chains with one hand and pulled them out of his body little by little.
"Big... Sir." Hu Qing covered his mouth in pain,
Watching the scarlet iron chains appear one by one, it was as painful as if they were also worn on her body. The red talisman culture is a spark of electric current, roaring around and hitting the person she loves most, but she can't help at all.
Du Shuo's eyes were red, his forehead was dripping with cold sweat, but his palm was extremely steady, and he pulled the long soul-requiring lock from his body section by section without hesitation.
It wasn't until the last section of the chain left that he finally let go of his strength and fell down.
"Help... help me, Ah Qing." He fell to the ground panting, his fingers still gripping the twisting chain tightly.
Hu Qing hurriedly grabbed the Soul Lock, shaking his hands, suddenly shouted, closed his eyes and exerted force, and finally pulled out the blood-red chain.
She burst into tears, and while sobbing, she hurriedly helped Du Shuo up and bandaged the hideous blood hole on his shoulder.
"Don't cry, isn't this a good thing? Without this shackle, I will be much freer." Du Shuo closed his eyes, "I finally have the ability to fight."