Goddess

Chapter 18: Festival

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Stopping her body: "If you talk more, I will trample you to death!" He turned and walked towards the palace. "Come in when you're done looking in the mirror."

The palace is hidden in the white air like practice, suspended in the mid-air at the edge of the big lake, and there is an invisible ladder leading up. Just now, Jiuxiao led his widows up the ladder.

After looking in the mirror, the widower stood on the edge of the open field and looked down, but he couldn't see anything, his snow-white feet stepped on the smooth and cool ground like jade, and hurried to the temple.

The hall is very large, there are many rooms, and they all look similar. The widow is walking on the spacious corridor, already dizzy. She didn't know that she had been here a long time ago. When Jin Xiao took her out of the kettle, he put her in a certain room to make soup.

Finally, after seven or eight turns, Jiuxiao took her into a room and said, "This is your room, you will live here in the future."

The widow thought he would live underwater with the scallops all the time. She was surprised and asked subconsciously, "Where does the lord live?"

"Across from you." Jiuxiao said, "If you have nothing to do, try not to knock on the door in the future, especially at night."

"Oh."

"Come out, I'll show you around and familiarize yourself with the environment here, so that you won't get lost often in the future."

After walking around behind Jiuxiao, and finally finished the places she would often go to in the future, Jiuxiao led the widow to the door of her room and asked her, "Where is this?" The widow had no impression at all.

"The fish is really forgetful." Jiuxiao wiped his sweat and used the method of sound transmission to summon Jin Xiao quickly.

At this time, someone shouted "God."

The widow heard the sound and looked at it, and immediately frowned, wasn't this the guy who kissed her that day? Hurry up and hide behind Jiuxiao.

The red round sun mark on the man's forehead became more and more dazzling.

"Chi Xiao, it's been a few days since you came back. Why haven't those girls come back yet? Where did they go to play?"

Chi Xiao glanced at the widower behind Jiuxiao, and said with a smile, "Presumably the monarch already knows, at the Fair, Immortal Si Ming predicted that the goddess will come from the Phoenix clan, and they were originally going to come back with me, but I heard that a little phoenix was born in Phoenix Continent that day, so I planned to visit the goddess on behalf of the god! Oh, yes," Chi Xiao coughed and joked: "I heard that the little phoenix is the hall of Feng Huang. Where's my sister! Cough, cough, Feng Yan is so happy now that he can't close his mouth, and he is eagerly looking forward to calling the gods in the future as brother-in-law!"

Jiuxiao said: "When he comes back, this seat will tell him, let's die."

"Ah?" Chi Xiao did not understand the meaning of Jiuxiao's words, and believed in the prophecy of the goddess Xiaohuang, thinking that Jiuxiao was just low-spirited, and being Feng Xiao's sister-in-law was really shameless, so he didn't mention it anymore. , asked again: "Huh? Who is the little beauty behind the goddess? Could it be that I will have another junior sister?"

Jiuxiao said: "Look, the last time you kissed her, she was frightened. In the future, you will accept the romantic temperament you learned from Lian Xiao, and you can't kiss her casually any more." Then he pulled the widow out and said. : "Widower, he will be your senior brother in the future, Chi Xiao."

Chi Yi smiled and nodded to the widow who looked at him.

Jin Xiao rushed over and asked out of breath, "God, do you have something to do with me?"

Jiuxiao launched the widowhood: "Since your senior brother is back, you don't have to reluctantly make a kitchen. In the past two days, you will take the widower to find out the palace, and then arrange a simple errand for her first."

Jin Xiao: "..."

first day.

Jin Xiao sat sullenly on the side, wiping his sweat and complaining, "Widower, when will you remember where your own room is?"

Widowmaker: "I'll remember it right away."

Jin Xiao picked up his fingers and counted back and forth one by one. After counting twice, he cried, "You have already said that you will remember these four words eighteen times."

Widowmaker: "Count it eighteen times and I'll remember it."

Jin Xiao fell to the ground.

the next day

"Okay, widower, you've made progress, but why can't you remember where your own room is?"

Widowmaker: "But I remember where God's room is. When I touch God's room, I can immediately touch my room opposite."

"But why can't you just remember where your own room is?"

"Uh," the widow: "Maybe it's because God's room is easier to remember!"

Jin Xiao: "..."

Jiuxiao came over: "Don't blame her anymore, Yu's memory is very short, and many things that catch your eyes are forgotten in a flash. Give her a simple errand."

day three

After thinking hard, Jin Xiao finally thought of a good errand. He said, "Widower, since you always remember where the god's room is first, then you can sleep for the god!"

sleep

"Serving the bed?" Widowmaker, "But..."

"Yeah, serving the bed is also the meaning of the god. The god has long wanted to change someone to serve him. Now you are here." Jin Xiao nodded with satisfaction, "Tonight you will go to the god's room." Said. After strutting away from her, he said to himself proudly as he walked: "Ahahaha, I finally don't have to sleep for the gods."

"But, but how are you going to serve?" The widow muttered doubtfully, grabbed the sleeping scallop above his head and shook it in his hand. The scallop woke up quickly and asked her, "Little beauty, are you looking for me?"

The widow asked her, "Do you know what is sleeping?"

"What?" Scallop kept yawning halfway through, with his mouth as round as his wide-eyed eyes, "Will the Lord let you sleep with him?"

After thinking about it, the widower nodded.

Scallop took out the shell, knocked it twice, and read to her: "Serving the bed, it is almost the meaning of a noble man asking a woman to serve him at night."

Seeing that the widower still seemed to understand, Scallop said, "Serving the night is almost the meaning of a hotbed."

Seeing the widower want to open his mouth, Scallop added: "The hotbed actually means sleeping with him."

"Oh."

Scallop winked at her with a smirk again: "She also gave an example. She said that there are many women around the ruler of the world, and they have to take turns to serve him in bed, every fifteen days, starting with the woman with the lowest status. But on the first and fifteenth day of the first month, there is no need to wait for the bed, because what is obscure, the dark will be destroyed, and the hopeful will fight for the bright. Oh, I don't know what it means, oh this! Shell also said the consequences of serving the bed, let me read it to you. 'After looking into the future, Emperor Mao saw a beautiful Shu in the corner of the palace, and when he looked at it from a close distance, he was so beautiful that the emperor couldn't help but be fascinated by it. He was fascinated by him at night. I am pregnant, and give birth to a son in October...'" Scallop laughed at the widow. The widow's palm danced and said, "Widower, go wash yourself and get ready to go to bed at night."

"No, no." Scallop was running and sweating profusely, and kept correcting his movements for the widower: "Hands should be placed here, legs should be hooked here, and the body should lie on its side like this, unable to move or move. Can't move! Don't move!"

"It's awkward." The widower protested stiffly, "I'm very uncomfortable right now."

The scallop pinched his waist and puffed out his cheeks and said, "Forbearance, this posture is enchanting enough, and the gods will like it. If you can't sleep well tonight, be careful,"

"Be careful that the gods ask you to sleep every day!"

After speaking, the widow did not dare to move at will. The scallop sniffed close to her chest: "Huh? Why is there a fishy smell on your body?"

"I just washed it hard."

Scallop waved his hand and murmured in a low voice: "That's it, natural body odor, maybe the gods like the fishy smell on your body very abnormally." He raised his head again and said seriously: "Widower, it's getting late, The god-monarch will also be returning to his room soon. Now, I have to tell you in detail about serving the bed." Scallop said and opened the shell.

The widow's face turned red and white, and hurriedly got up and said, "Ah, sleeping in the bed is so terrifying, can I sneak away without serving?"

"You dare!" Scallop threatened her, "Have you forgotten who invited the gods to double cultivation together? And the gods agreed."

Widowhood: Aggrieved face.

Footsteps approached outside the door.

"Ah, the god is here." Scallop jumped three feet in fright, jumped off Jiuxiao's couch, and ran to the door on the clean floor.

The door was pushed open by Jiuxiao from the outside, and when Jiuxiao stepped in, Scallop took the opportunity to get out from under the door. Jiuxiao didn't find it, nor did he see the widow lying on his couch inside the curtain, and walked straight to the adjacent side hall.

The widow sat up and wondered, "It's not like the gods don't sleep here. Wait and see."

Wait, wait, Jiuxiao still hasn't come.

Curiosity strongly drove the widow, she gently put her snow-white feet out of the curtain, stepped on the ground, and staggered to the place where Jiuxiao had just disappeared.

After brushing off the heavy curtains, the widower entered the side hall. The hall was empty and no one was seen. The widow looked around curiously, heard the gurgling sound of water, and walked slowly following the sound of water.

It seems to be a stone door. The widowhood walked in, and as soon as he entered the door, he heard the sound of rushing water. The widow was groping forward in the fog, there was light shining in front of him, the widow stopped and looked carefully, it was a beautiful bead curtain.

The bead curtain is made of crystal, transparent and transparent, with a dazzling luster.

The widow did not know, but only thought the bead curtain was beautiful, and silently admired it, but couldn't help reaching out to touch it. Suddenly, there was a huge sound of water in front of him, like the sound of a giant jumping up from the water. The widow was so frightened that she turned around and fled back, but stopped after running a few steps. The sound of the water is still roaring, not the loud emptying noise like before, just lingering, rushing, like a small stream flowing.

I don't know