This is the house of Bingtis, the obsidian palace has left the real space, and is now drifting in the distorted world.
Father Bing and Mother Bing prepared a sumptuous family banquet, firstly to welcome their daughter home, and secondly to welcome guests from the Xiling Empire. Although it's rude to think so, it's great to eat at Bingtis's house without having to face leek boxes and egg-filled pancakes—of course it doesn't mean that leek boxes and egg-filled pancakes are bad, but just think about it, if Elder Tang trekked Thousands of rivers and thousands of mountains, after eighty-one hardships, narrowly escaped death and arrived in Tianzhu, the Buddha ordered someone to bring him a copy of "A Quick Introduction to Buddhism - The Responsibility Seal of Datang Publishing Company" priced at five cents...
You should understand my mood when I was eating at Father God's house.
Because it was a family banquet, there was no one else at the dinner table, except for the Covain couple, only me and Bingtis, the departed soul version, were present, and the housekeeper Mo was not on the scene this time. A group of shadow servants acted as servants by the side, serving tea and water and waiting for orders. In theory, this atmosphere should be extremely relaxed, but the goosebumps and cold sweat on my body are caused by the waves of the Yangtze River pushing forward and falling forward one after another. This atmosphere is almost beginning to make people miss the leek box of Father God. I put a spoonful of beans that tasted a bit like corn kernels into my mouth, and couldn't help but look up at the source of the weird atmosphere: Uncle Cuvain and Aunt Aisalie's burning eyes were still on this side.
The two of them have been staring at each other for nearly ten minutes since they started eating. Bing Mama is better, at least she has to maintain a ladylike demeanor when eating with her head down. Uncle Vine ate there with his eyeballs fixed and looking forward, completely groping to pick up food from the table and put it into his mouth, with a weird smile on his face all the time, let me tell you this: The part above the bridge of the old man's nose has solidified with the surrounding space. This great old handsome guy with aristocratic temperament is stunned to look like the late stage of dementia. I doubt that now that his chair is taken away, he can use his face as a fulcrum to fix him in mid-air...
"Then what..." I was horrified by the weird gaze of Bing Daddy and Bing Mama, and even Bingtis himself, who was stuck in my body, was stared at by my parents and didn't dare to breathe (the latter has the same perspective as me. ), and finally couldn't help but speak.
"Say what you said—" Uncle Kuvain kept the upper half of his face frozen, and looked over with a smile on the lower half of his face, with a kind tone, "Oh, the food is satisfactory, Aisalie made it herself, She is a good craftsman. When I chased her back then, one of my main goals was not to have to cook by myself in the future... "
Bingma smiled and tried to maintain her reserve as a high-ranking dark goddess, while sticking the knife in Bingpa's arm: the latter pretended not to feel it at all. Well, he really doesn't seem to feel it...
"The food is pretty good." I felt that my face was as stiff as if it had been painted with three layers of paste and dried for three days, and it felt like scum fell off when I smiled, "you keep looking at me... what's the matter? "
"It's okay, I'm just used to it." Father Bing smiled cheerfully, completely ignoring the shocking knife stuck in his arm. Aunt Aisha looked at the knife stuck in her husband's arm in a daze, and also I didn't know what to think, so I pulled it out, and I even heard a puff...
Damn it, eating at Bingtis’ house turned out to be so stressful, what a pair of amazing parents they are, it wasn’t so serious when I came last time—I can only explain this because of Sister Bing For tens of millions of years, she has been unable to find a partner. She has already worried about her parents' mental illness. Now, as long as any male creature appears within a radius of ten meters around Bingtis, it may be regarded as a son-in-law by the two parents, like me That must be a high-risk target.
But these two worries can’t help—I turned my head to look at Bingtis (body) sitting next to me, and the latter also turned his head to look at me with a dead fish-eyed attitude. Of course, this action is out of conditioned reflex . As far as this grandmaster-level elder sister is concerned, she is usually a completely Chinese version, drinking, playing cards and fighting in groups, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, eating biscuits and watching boxing matches, squatting on the curb with a bottle of wine and whistling towards the opposite side—this is her thing. Do it all, I feel like we are brothers from the beginning to the end when we are together. It is said that women are made of water, men are made of mud, and women are made of cement. I suspect that Bingtis is made of titanium alloy mixed with granite. It is absolutely impossible for someone who has been with her for more than three days to be like this. A big sister has the illusion of falling in love: Ice Dad and Ice Mom, you really think too much...
But these words must not be said directly, there are two results if you say it directly: Ice father and mother suffered a huge blow to see through the world and life, and then embarked on the road of no return to the evil god, or Bingtis became angry and became incomplete in my mind. No one can afford to sing "Conquer".
So I could only smile awkwardly, bow my head to eat, and at the same time I couldn't help but start thinking about this matter: It seems that I am not the only one who suspects that I and Bingtis are in a relationship. This is a joke on the topic, and Ilsen often boldly congratulates the eldest sister who is expected to marry—every time, she is blown away by a brick, and Sandora also repeats Bingtis's "you can touch the dry food of the owner" every now and then. It seems that except for me I didn't feel anything with the two parties involved in Bingtis, and everyone around me seemed to agree on it.
Is the scene of me and this female hooligan playing cards with a small note on my face really like a couple
After thinking about it for a few seconds, I felt that this question might have to be elevated to the level of worldview. With my own and Bingtis’s respective personalities, it’s not in line with our habits to struggle with this question—so I like it, anyway. Just choose the mode of getting along that suits us best, and there's nothing wrong with being buddies. I still remember that I have the Lord's dry food, so let's take care of Sandora and the others first.
Thinking of this, I continued to work on my second task besides eating: pick the food named by Bingtis from the table, and send it to the mouth of the dead Yuyan Yujie next to me: "Open your mouth, bite, eat slowly, chew Swallow when you've had enough. Open your mouth! Here's a fork!"
Bing Daddy and Bing Mama continued to stare at this side with a gaze of six plus signs, but now I have been able to calm down like stagnant water, just like two wax figures sitting on the opposite side of the table. Bingtis' body ate subconsciously, licked his lips after eating, and continued to look at the table: this is not full. I couldn't help but think of the time when I was taking care of Little Paopao, the little girl was the same, as long as she was not full, she would keep staring at the table and not talking (no one could understand her), until someone continued to feed her So far, I am taking Tangtang Bingjie as a baby to take care of, the corners of my mouth can't help but curl up when I think of this.
"What are you laughing at?" Bingtis' soul was a little unhappy. She saw the world from the same perspective as mine, and probably felt that she (body) looked a little silly now, thinking that I was laughing at her.
While I was feeding Bingtis, I helped her wipe her face: "It's nothing—is it meaningful to feed you like this? Your body is stuck here, and you can't taste it. Your body is not afraid of starving to death. "
"The concubine is trying to balance her mind, are you in charge?" Bingtis' soul said carelessly, and I can imagine her showing her teeth and claws, "In the middle of the table, that plate of barbecue-like things, and on the other side of the table, that plate Green cold dishes, and then my dad has it on hand... ”
I don't think it will be long before I fully understand the recipe for this lady hooligan.
I finally finished my meal under the pressure of Bingtis’ parents’ eyes. After dinner, I plan to walk around: it’s not the first time I’ve come to Sister Bing’s house. Just as lost. But before I stood up, Uncle Kuvain spoke first: "Chen, you have to take care of my girl these days, right?"
I looked at Father Bing with vigilant eyes, afraid that his next sentence would be: Have you thought about the name of the child—a similar situation is not impossible. But seeing that the other party did not continue to say another word, I nodded: "Well, I did promise to take good care of Bingtis' body when I came here. But she has arrived home now, and I probably have nothing to do with you in the God Realm these days. Well, she's not staying at home?"
"The most important part of her is in you, why stay at home?" Kuvain pointed at me with a smile. I was talking about the body of Bingtis, but he was talking about the soul of the latter, "so I entrust you By the way, take care of my girl's body, anyway, I have already carried her soul with me, so it won't be troublesome to carry multiple bodies with me."
Is this really Sister Bing's real father? You don't seem to be under any pressure to entrust your daughter to a man, especially since your daughter's body is still in an absolutely defenseless state.
But I didn't dare to say that, because Bingtis's madness was just too annoying: I can't stay away from her just yet.
"Actually, that's what happened," Kuvain watched the two shadow servants tidy up the table, as if he just remembered to explain, "We asked Father God, Bingtis will take one to two weeks to be freed, The difficulty of liberation is related to the degree of connection between her and her original body. So I hope you can stay with her body as much as possible, so that her soul can resonate with her body as soon as possible. In fact, I also have a little experience in soulology. Some research…”
Before Cuvain finished speaking, Bingtis interrupted him: "Dad, aren't you a scumbag?"
Father Bing was stunned by his daughter, and said through gritted teeth: "You girl... Your father can't teach himself? Anyway, shut up now—what did you just say? You have some accomplishments, you must follow my advice, you stay with my girl, and you two will return to normal soon."
I looked at Father Bing suspiciously. The more I looked at him, the more nervous I became, and the more nervous I was, the more I couldn't help staring at him. Then I saw cold sweat dripping from his forehead, and the old man even patted my chest: "Look Look at my clear eyes and sincere expression..."
"It's all right, just leave it to me," I quickly waved my hand, no matter whether Uncle Kuvain really wanted to help his daughter "return to the throne" or he wanted to quickly implement the son-in-law issue, his request was nothing to worry about. When I was in the world, I told my family that I would take good care of Bingtis, "Wipe your sweat, it's running down your neck..."
It can be regarded as far away from this pair of wolf-like parents. When I left the restaurant, Bingtis and I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. We turned around and confirmed that the dead fish-eyed Bingjie was still following me Behind me, when I turned to look at her, she hiccupped specially for the occasion...
"It's pretty nice when you say you're going to be quiet." I took this dead fish-eyed cute girl and followed the pet-type Sister Bing in the long corridors of the Obsidian Palace, walking in my mind while I was wandering. The spirit of Ice Teece chatted, and it was a strange feeling.
"You're looking for smoke, when will the concubine's body look bad-you walk slowly, the concubine's body can't keep up, turn left in front, there is a small door at the end of the small corridor, go there and have a look," Bingtis He muttered, and followed me forward while pointing the way blindly, "By the way, have you seen the power of my father? That's why I don't dare to stay at home for too long. They almost tied me in a box and went from house to house. Delivered door to door…”
Bear girls who were forced to marry by their parents probably have the same troubles. After Bingtis disappeared for tens of millions of years and returned home, he was forced to marry again, and the troubles may be doubled. I thought about the things I had been thinking about before: "Bingtis, do you think our usual appearance together is really like a romantic relationship?"
After half a minute of silence in my mind, Bingtis reacted with a bluff: "Fuck, your question is so powerful, it's scary... Wait, you won't... No, it's really a bit... I'm just hypothetical, hypothetical Only a little bit, a little bit like concubines, right?"
"I don't think so, but you know that psychology is the most complicated thing." I didn't intend to avoid this topic, anyway, we have already talked about it, "I feel relaxed with you, but it's more like being with a bad friend. The feeling of being together. But looking back now, you said that this state of getting used to each other's existence is also a kind of... 'living'?"
The reason why I think so is that I suddenly remembered the time when I was with Qianqian. I played with Qianqian from the age of wearing open crotch pants together until we were in elementary school. We didn’t realize that the other party was different from our gender, but It was in this living atmosphere that they became lovers. The biggest commonality between this and my state with Bingtis is: in most cases, I don’t realize that Master Bing is a woman...
This time, Bingtis was silent for a longer time. I know that this fierce female hooligan actually has an unexpectedly innocent side in her bones—although this innocent side is often described by Sandora as "I never get a partner, so I don't even hold hands with the opposite sex." Will" come to attack her weakness, but she is indeed really weak when it comes to this topic. After a while, I heard her weak reply: "Damn, I'm confused... I have no experience at all so I don't know what love is! You have experience, can you tell me about it?"
"This can't be explained," I couldn't laugh or cry, "And do you think I have a normal relationship with Sandora?"
"Oh, you forgot if you didn't mention the concubine's identity," Bingtis said suddenly, "You have the Lord's dry food... Let's discuss this, aren't you afraid that you will be eaten raw by Sandora after you go back?"
I stopped and looked up at the tall Gothic vault. Bingtis' body walked a long way before he suddenly realized that he trotted a few steps and came back behind me.
"Well, I have Sandora and the others, and we are responsible and good men—it seems that I let your parents make you a little nervous," I shook my head, watching this line finally come to an end The long corridor, "Where are you taking me?"
"You'll know when you go out, have you seen the small side door in front?"
I saw the small gray door, and the pattern on its surface was almost integrated with the reliefs on the surrounding walls, so that I didn't notice that there was another door here at first. I stepped forward and pushed gently, the door was not locked, so I pushed the door and went in.
"Fuck!" I almost stepped on the ground, and suddenly screamed, there is a scam behind this door!
Opposite the door is a circular patio with a radius of tens of meters, which is bottomless. This door is completely opened on the inner wall of the patio. When you push the door out, there is only a small platform about one meter square for your feet. Take a step forward Just fell down. I carefully stood on the edge of the platform and looked at the bottomless pit below, then looked up at the top, and found that the top of the patio was open: not far above, I could see the exit of the patio, a blood-red moon Hanging in the middle of the small circular sky, the faint red light sprinkled illuminates the top of the patio. Blood red is a color that is easy to depress, but under this weird moon, I feel a strange sense of peace, as if that red moon can soothe people's hearts. I froze for a moment, remembering that there is no moon in the God Realm, and there is no moon in the other space that usually floats in the obsidian palace...
"This is the inside of the Holy Spirit Tower, and the outside is an independent space, and the red moon is also something unique to the tower," Bingtis said quietly, "There are also residents and civilizations on that moon, even my father doesn't know When were they born, but they claim to be the Guardians of the Holy Spirit, and they have consciously helped to manage the Red Moon for tens of millions of years... Things made by God often do this, and sometimes small worlds are created somehow. I rarely go Excuse them, I don't know if the guardians on the red moon are still the same batch... Ah, it doesn't matter."
For God, this kind of thing is probably equivalent to planting a potted flower by oneself, and then a small colony of ants suddenly appeared in the flowerpot, and as a result, the small colony of ants produced civilization, and they claimed to be the guardian of the flowerpot—I thought so , observing the patio curiously. Its style is different from other places in the temple. The inner wall is made of a dark-toned crystalline substance, with alternating luster of purple and blue, and the exquisite reliefs that can be seen everywhere in other places in the temple cannot be seen on the inner wall. , there are only straight dents running through the inner wall from top to bottom, and there is a deep and solemn atmosphere lingering here, and even Bingtis's mood seems to be affected by this and then sinks down: she has been silent for five minutes. up.
"Let's jump."
Finally, Sister Bing broke the silence and said two words lightly.
"Huh?" I didn't respond for a while.
"Jump down!" Bingtis said clearly this time, and there was no doubt about it, "I'm going to go down there, you can just jump, anyway, you won't die if you fall."
I looked at the bottomless tiankeng below, I could only curl my lips helplessly, and jumped down. RS