The night that should have been peaceful returned to calm, Shen Jue withdrew his sword, and left from the shadow as quietly as when he came. Although it is not clear how Ji Jiu managed to make these unruly people retreat, no matter what this person does, he will not be surprised.
He didn't know that Ji Jiu in the room was using his father's original form to scare off a group of people. To put it simply, rely on "snakes" to deceive people.
But Ji Jiu didn't think there was anything wrong with what he was doing. What he thought was that the snake occupied his bodyguard during the day, and he wanted him to serve him personally at night. Not to mention just using it like this, it was just peeling off his skin. Stewed into snake soup is also a due thing - besides, they still have grievances that have not been resolved, and they cannot be resolved.
After all, Ji Jiu can understand him. But understanding is not the same as understanding.
Although Ji Jiu is not a stingy person, he feels that he is not a kind person. Besides, that incident is really shameful for a man. It's not that you can erase it if you want to. Even if he is willing to admit, being bullied is not completely painful, but the more he admits this, the more intense the humiliation.
To this day, the nightmare has not subsided a bit. In the middle of the night, he would often return to the dark, being ridden and pressed, forced to spread his legs, forced to open his body, and become his container. It seems to be just a hole for venting.
A hole marked with the words Shen Qingxuan.
Ji Jiu woke up sweating profusely, opened his eyes, and panted sharply in the dark. There was something entangled around his body again, as if the scene in the dream had never faded away with his waking up. Ji Jiu stretched out his hand to touch it, and the tentacles were cold and hard, like ropes of living creatures, tightly entangled him. Ji Jiu grabbed the snake's body, and with a lot of effort, he peeled it away from his body and pushed it aside. Only then did he reroll the quilt and lie back down.
A month of this kind of thing is enough for him to get used to it. Waking up again and again wiped away his anger, and the anger of those nightmares has been washed away, leaving only the usual tiredness.
Ji Jiu reached out and rubbed his forehead, and couldn't help sighing.
He closed his eyes, and was about to continue sleeping, when the big snake that had been dragged aside earlier rubbed against him, slipped through the gap in the quilt, and sneaked into his quilt. The cold snake's body followed that heat source and kept getting closer, closer, and then stuck to him tightly, pierced through the skirt of his clothes, and stuck to his skin. Ji Jiu didn't even move his eyelids, he closed his eyes and groped for the hit, grabbed the snake's head on his chest, and put it aside.
But the snake tail flexibly wound up around his waist, his head was turned aside, and his body was still tightly wrapped around Nuan Yuan, refusing to let go.
Ji Jiu closed his eyes and went to peel the snake's tail again. Just after peeling off, his arm was wrapped around his wrist, and Ji Jiu used his other hand to save the scene, and then let go of the snake's head. Then the snake head moved over again, got into his clothes again, and stuck to the skin of his chest, once it was stuck, it obediently stopped moving.
Ji Jiu finally opened his eyes, looked at the upper end of the black hole, and said: Make an inch.
That's how it got there. How else could it be? A drunken snake can't really peel off its skin and stew snake soup, and it doesn't want to lower its style to be angry with a snake—even though it knows that he is a demon, but now it is a real snake. If it wasn't for the fact that the snake didn't get drunk on purpose, Ji Jiu would feel that the tricks used by this guy are completely rogue.
In fact, now, it is also a snake. Ji Jiu was thinking while grabbing the drunk snake's head and not allowing him to press down on his chest. The crushed nightmare had no choice but to turn sideways, stretch out his arms, let the snake's head rest on his arm, stick it in front of his body, and put the snake's tail on his back, then closed his eyes, with an almost pampering In the cuddling position, fell asleep again.
The snake was satisfied with this posture, with its head stuck in front of him, half of its body nestled under his armpit, and its tail wrapped around his waist. The familiar breath and warm heat source lingered around, sleeping in a big dream. It is even more hearty, drunk and not wronged.
This form of one person and one snake has lost the confrontation in the past, and temporarily abandoned those entanglements of grievances and grievances, and each has a good dream.
When he got up the next day, Ji Jiu put the snake back into the box, and when he was about to cover it up, he looked at the big black snake, thinking that there would be no inns and restaurants on the rest of the road, so he saved the trouble of being entangled by him at night, I couldn't help gloating: "It's good to fall asleep!" I happily closed the lid.
It was at this time that he revealed a bit of his stubborn nature.
After washing up, when Shen Jue came to call him to have breakfast, he had already regained his identity as General Ji, straightened his waist, and with a specious smile, led the camel team, facing his scorched eyes, and walked steadily on the road.
There is no longer the tiredness and helplessness revealed in the night, and even the tenderness that seems to be there is also annihilated into nothingness.
The big snake behind Shen Jue was curled up in the wooden box, still asleep with its head down, lying on the tattered fox fur, sleeping without knowing who was in it, and dreaming soundly.
It seems that he will continue to sleep like this until the end of time.