Plug your head full of hairpin flowers

During the process of extinguishing the smoke, there is no pain, no regrets, and no fear, just...

Kind of a pity.

He has been dead for more than 800 years, but the severe pain of taking blood from his heart is still vivid in his memory. He has experienced it before. How painful it must be to die like this.

He hoped that she would be safe and happy, that she would find someone she loved deeply, have a few filial children, and live like an old lady who couldn't even walk. After living enough, she would pass away peacefully in a peaceful sleep, and finally... In this life, you will not be angry, hurt, or wronged.

But he couldn't protect the master when he was alive, and he didn't expect that after death, he couldn't protect the master in the next life either.

... Sure enough, he is not worthy.

He is still the lowly one who has fallen into the dust.

How can he deserve to like it.

"Break the Void!" Zhan Li exclaimed, and somewhere in his heart felt like a sharp needle pierced him, causing him to suffocate with pain.

He is a Yin soldier, he has no afterlife, and if he dies again, he will be wiped out in ashes!

Poxu regained consciousness, but turned his head, stretched out his hand that was dissipating like smoke, pressed it lightly on his lips, gave a "shush", and said softly, "Don't tell her."

Don't tell her.

Don't let her bear the heavy identity of master's reincarnation for no reason, and don't tell her how long a little fool like yourself has been waiting for her in her previous life. Let's reincarnate once.

Reincarnation becomes a better, gentler, more ordinary person, living a life in peace and without disease or disaster.

Immediately, he turned his head away again, and he no longer concealed the affection and tenderness in his eyes, he just stared at her back so tightly and eagerly, as if he wanted to engrave this back into his soul , disappears with itself.

Anyway, he's about to be wiped out, whether he deserves it or not... just let yourself be willful for a while.

Seeing that his figure was rapidly dissipating, Zhan Li couldn't help but clenched his fists tightly, wanting to do something, but couldn't do anything, he was powerless to reverse the current situation.

Suddenly, the words I heard before echoed in my mind——

"...This is the water of the Yaochi. It can give you three crown feathers, which represent three wishes. No matter what the wish is, it can be fulfilled, so as to help you overcome the catastrophe..."

Guan Ling!

He raised his head and looked at the Zhizhong female Taoist monarch who was struggling with Qiongqi and splashing his blood as hard as he could, and then looked at the dissipating Poxu. Gritting his teeth, he stretched out his hand and pulled it hard, ignoring the pain, pulled out a crown feather, and just threw it out.

The water of the Yaochi is the supreme sacred object of the fairy garden, supporting the operation of the entire fairy garden. As soon as the water of the Yaochi comes out, the sky and the earth will change color in an instant. She wrapped it, she turned her head, wanting to take another look at Po Xu, but she didn't have time.

The white light dissipated, and the person under the light chuckled, holding a colorful white jade banjo in his hand, Zhang Kuang shouted: "It's you little tiger again!"

Zhanli didn't pay attention to how he was fighting with Qiongqi, nor did he care about the rapid loss of divine power from his body, he just stared at Poxu's almost completely dissipated body——

Say it now!

The person who waited for 800 years has come back, hurry up!

Even if there is only one word, say it quickly!

Those years of waiting, there are still so many nostalgia, tell me quickly!

But he didn't.

He didn't say anything.

Zhan Li could only read deep satisfaction, relief, and such deep, deep-rooted joy in his last eye that disappeared.

——Even if the person he waited for 800 years only gave him a back view in the end.

His heart, his feelings, and even his joy were so humble until death, that he couldn't say "Master" when he was dying.

Zen Lingzi was summoned back out of thin air by the power of the water of the Yaochi, and the impact of the reincarnation of the previous life was that the reincarnated Zhizhong female Taoist disappeared temporarily.

He is still the frivolous young man in fresh clothes, bearing the reputation of a genius who is famous all over the world, and easily suppressed Qiongqi back again with a flip of his hands—Zhan Li didn't even pay attention to what he did—afterwards, the turbulent world finally Return to calm.

He walked back a few steps, stood still at the place where the broken void dissipated, and bowed his head in a daze.

Zi Sui regained his strength, stood up with difficulty holding his wound, took a closer look, and finally confirmed who the person in front of him was: "Zen... Zen Lingzi?"

This guy has already been reincarnated, how capable is Zhanli, to be able to call him back?

Zen Lingzi came back to his senses, blinked blankly, and there was a certain kind of brilliance in those enchanting peach blossom eyes: "You said...he has been waiting for me for 800 years, why not wait longer? Even just for a moment?"

Just a moment, just a moment.

Give him another moment, he can solve Qiongqi, at least he can look back at him, but after all he...

Didn't get to see him.

Why not wait? 800 years... He waited 800 years and didn't even see his back!

Zhan Li's tightly held heartstrings broke, he vomited blood, and passed out.

The three worlds are independent and interdependent, each with its own rules and regulations, but Zhanli borrows the power of the water of the Yaochi, travels back in time and space, and forcibly recalls the Zen spirit who has disappeared, but the reincarnated female Taoist king who knows the reincarnation is forced to As a replacement, it disappears temporarily, which has seriously affected the balance of the Three Realms, and the price is...

He lost all power.

Without divine power, his wound could not heal, and the broken horn hidden in his heart could neither be taken out nor suppressed, and the evil spirit quickly permeated his body, Zen Lingzi had no choice but to pierce his finger in a hurry, and wrote Zhang Fulu for him with his own blood , and put it on his chest in a nonchalant manner: "Nine-character mantra, upgraded version with blood, no deception, 1000 taels, give me the money."

Zhanli is no different from ordinary people now, even a little weaker than Zhifeng Xiaodaojun. He raised his eyebrows in pain and hissed: "I will give you four times."

He didn't recall it, and asked for money very straightforwardly.

Zisong sat obediently on the side, gathered evil energy to wrap his whole body, and repaired his wounds. He gave him a contemptuous look and said, "Do you know how much I will give you in two points and four times?"

Only then did Chan Lingzi realize later that he slapped Zhanli on the back of the head, straightly slapped his bun in a crooked way, and raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes: "The little poor boy has grown up and his wings are stiff, right? How dare you change his tricks?" scold me?"

The crisp sound of slapping the back of the head plunged the god-ghost into a strange silence. Realizing that Zisong was staring at him in shock, Chan Lingzi was still unmoved and snorted coldly. : "I can't hit you? Why, do you still want to take it back?"

Zhan Li stretched out his hand to straighten his bun, and secretly thought that if Po Xu hadn't followed him all the year round to help him apologize all over the world, he might have been assassinated before he lived to the Three Realms War.

Such a temper, what a shame.

Grinding his teeth bitterly: "Qingqi has already been sealed, why are you still here?"

At that time, he was in a hurry. He wanted to solve Qiongqi, but he didn't want to know about the sacrifice of the female Taoist monarch. At the same time, he wanted to fulfill the last wish he had obsessed with for 800 years. Moreover, Qiongqi was indeed the only one who could seal Qiongqi. After various selections, Only then did he find the perfect solution of forcibly recalling him. Logically speaking, since the goal has been achieved, he should disappear.

Chan Lingzi spread his hands, and the insolent bright red dress made his expression even more awkward: "It's rare for me to come to the world, so I have to settle my own affairs, right?"

Zhan parted too far, with exhaustion written all over his face, and sighed, there was a child on the left and a Zen spirit child, very good, the two catastrophes, this time they really came together.

"Give me less time to stay in the human world, and hurry up and return Master Zhizhong."

Chan Lingzi kicked him again unceremoniously: "How dare you say me? Get out of here quickly and go to Penglai, my talisman can only suppress evil spirits, but cannot heal your injuries. It’s no good, if you go down, you will be wiped out sooner or later, so don’t jump around in front of me.”

Zi Sui sneered, and cursed "two hundred and five", the evil spirit in his palm suddenly rose.

Seeing that the atmosphere was about to explode, Zhanli had no choice but to grab him one by one: "You two were tortured by Qiongqi just now, don't you two still have strength?"

Why does his head hurt so much!

Zi Sui glanced at him, and the murderous desire surged up again, and he said coldly, "Let go."

He just calmly stared at his blood-colored pupils so calmly: "You said, let me give you a hand if you're crazy."

Hearing this, Zi Sui squinted his eyes, gritted his teeth and retracted the rising evil spirit, and the murderous desire in his eyes gradually receded.

☆, die together

Zhan Li...

Inexplicably, he became the only one who could rescue him from the ocean of killing desire.

He never felt that there was anything wrong with the desire to kill. It was the only thing that had been with him for nearly a thousand years since he was a child, and he never thought about restraining his desire to kill. After pulling it out, I realized that the person controlled by the desire to kill was no longer me.

When he thought of Zhanli, he somehow felt that it was not good.

Blood-stained, crazy and paranoid, grinning and sinking in the desire to kill, dirty and lowly, it seems that he is getting farther and farther away from the clean and dust-free Zhan Li, he is so lofty and compassionate, that is not good.

not good.

But he couldn't figure out why he had such an idea.

Zen Lingzi glanced at them both, then suddenly paused, not knowing where the thoughts in his mind had flown to: "Aren't gods and ghosts the same species?"

...Can interracial relationships be possible?

Zhan Li didn't know what he was thinking, but he had an intuition that the remaining half of the sentence should not be a good thing, so he raised his eyebrows and changed the subject in a hurry: "I'm going to Penglai to recover my divine power, what about Qing Geng? I promised The mountain god will send Qing Geng back to Jinli Mountain safely."

It's just that I didn't expect this little chick to sneak out again.

As he said that, he glanced at Zi Chong again, implying: "He will definitely come with me."

Qing Geng’s favorite thing is to eat melons and go to the theater. As soon as he heard about Qiongqi, he immediately threw his new friend, Anyu, into the sky, and rushed to watch. When he heard that Zhanli wanted to send him back to Jin Li Shan jumped up and was about to run: "I don't want to go back!"

However, Chan Lingzi was faster, as soon as the talisman was released, it had already wrapped it tightly, fell from the air, and fell into his palm: "You can just tell me to run errands?"

Zhan Li chuckled, although his face was pale and a little sick, but it did not affect the unique tenderness and supreme compassion, he was still the boy in Tsing Yi floating in the clouds in a trance.

——This is what I was waiting for.

Chan Lingzi was so annoyed by his unsalty attitude, he gritted his teeth and cursed "little poor boy", Qing Geng learned quickly, and shouted "little broken boy" together.

This little chick is a quick learner, isn't he? !

Seeing this, Zhanli couldn't hold back, and could only grit his teeth at Qing Geng to express his dissatisfaction, but Qing Geng pecked his head instead. This is probably the so-called "Shenluo Pingyang being bullied by a bird".

I had no choice but to cover my head and grit my teeth: "Qing Geng stewed mushrooms, fried Qing Geng in vinegar, Xiao Qing Geng in hot pot, chopped Qing Geng in vain..."

Qing Geng was so angry that he jumped up and down: "It's not a pheasant! It's a beast! It's an auspicious beast! I'll live forever if I eat it!"

Zhan Li smiled, and narrowed his eyes on purpose: "...then I'll treat you as a quail, and when my powers recover, I'll be the first to kill you!"

Regarding this, Zen Lingzi laughed out loud, and said happily, "Give me a share!"

—— Guessing that he only understood the name of the dish reported by Zhan Li.

Poor Qing Xiaogeng cried "Wow": "I want my fairy sister!"

Only Zhizhong Nv Daojun doesn't think about eating its meat every day!

In the end, no matter how noisy it was, it was useless. In the end, Zen Lingzi wrapped it tightly with a talisman, put it in his sleeve and took it to Jinli Mountain. Qingpeng was marinated when it was a baby quail.

And Zhanli took Zisong to Penglai Xiandao to recover his divine power.

He has lost all his powers, only two crown feathers remain on his head, and his wounds are not healed, and a talisman given by Chan Lingzi is pasted on his heart, to suppress the broken horns in his heart, if Zi Sui uses evil spirits to resist the wind Walking will inevitably affect that talisman, so I have to choose to walk.

Zisong was unusually quiet, but this kind of quietness made Zhanli miss that broken mouth full of running trains for no reason, and originally planned to settle with him for releasing Qiongqi, but he couldn't say the words of blame for no reason. , I couldn't help turning my head and shouting "Zi Sui".

He turned his face to the side when he heard the sound, and didn't make a sound, but that face was covered with a layer of frost, and under the freezing frost, it was engraved with doubts and boredom.

"I have lost all my powers, and I have disabled one person, and the two-life contract has also expired. If you want to kill me, it's easy, and you can get back your broken horn. Why don't you do it? Don't you want to kill me?"

"Think. Endure."

He blinked, and felt that Zi Chong, who was too silent, was even weirder than usual, so he couldn't help trembling: "Zi Chong...?"

Zi Sui suddenly stopped walking, his dull eyes couldn't distinguish between joy and sorrow, he just said coldly: "You lied to me, in fact, the two-life contract has been terminated long ago, you just played a trick on me, right?"

He lowered his head in embarrassment, and gave a low "hmm": "How did you find out?"

"You... told me to leave when you were hurt by Qiongqi, but I didn't leave, so I know that the word-for-word order is invalid." Zisong looked at him deeply, his black eyes full of doubts, "Why? Zhanli, you want to kill me too, why did you run out to block it at that time?"

Zhan Li shook his head: "I don't know. The body moves faster than the brain, and I can't figure out why I should block that for you."

Hearing this, he walked two quick steps in silence, and Zhan Li quickly caught up with him, only to see him stop suddenly, turn around solemnly: "I don't understand."

"I can't understand the 800 years that Poxu waited, a full 800 years! He waited for a person for 800 years in an unchanging desolate place! Why? That is a place that even I can't stay in! Zen Spirit Zizi had long since abandoned him in reincarnation, and he had already abandoned him when he drank Mengpo soup, but Poxu didn't complain, didn't say anything, and was even willing to do it for someone who didn't remember him at all. Reincarnated and wiped out!"

He furrowed his eyebrows deeply, looked at him, and shook his head: "I don't understand. It's obviously a fool in the world to call this kind of thing and this kind of feeling love!"

Zhan was silent.

Yeah, be silly.

He exhausted all his powers and tried his best to call back Zen Lingzi. He wished to "fulfill" his obsession with breaking the void. As a result, in the end, he couldn't even be regarded as the one who really saw the one who had been waiting for 800 years. people.

...isn't that just being stupid?

However, he clearly saw such deep and satisfying joy in that exceptionally bright eye.

Just like a hanging bell, when it was struck heavily, the dull and melodious bell sound spread to every corner of my heart, which was deafening.

He chuckled lightly, and shook his head with lowered head: "I can't figure it out either, but at least... I'm very happy when the broken void disappears."

Zisong was troubled by doubts in his heart, he couldn't figure it out, the more irritable he was, the more he couldn't help but continue to think deeply, trying to gain a new understanding of the word "love", but after much deliberation, he could only conclude that The word "stupid" made me even more bored.

Seeing this, Zhanli smiled again, with a flat tone, and glanced at him: "If one day, we can be willing to wait for each other for 800 years, it must be love."

Zi Sui said seriously, "You probably haven't, but I've been waiting for you for 800 years, but I still don't feel that I love you."

He is hatred, the kind of unforgettable hatred that has sustained him for 800 years.

Zhan Li choked, thought for a while, and then said: "Then wait for the day when we two can die for each other without complaint or regret, maybe it will prove that we have fallen in love with each other. "

He looked him up and down again, and sneered: "Then I can't imagine the day when I love you."

"...I can't imagine it either, but," he turned his head and glanced at him again, very relieved, "if we still haven't learned how to be tempted by the day of crossing the catastrophe, let's have a quick fight, and then Let's die together."

After that, he walked forward.

Zi Sui stared at the blue back, then suddenly grinned, his eyes were burning, revealing the small white canine teeth.

Although he doesn't understand human emotions, but...

I personally think that "to die together" is the most romantic vow for a boy like him who lives by killing.

Penglai is the most famous of the five fairy islands. However, the reason for this is not because of the lingering and abundant aura, but because it is close to the shore. It is rumored that standing on the shore of Guixu, you can see the island hidden in the clouds and mists. The Penglai fairy island, as well as the looming immortals on the island, have always been talked about by the world. According to the current situation, it is the only fairy island that Zhanli and Zisong can board.

but……

Even so, it is far away for Zhanli who has lost all his powers now.

Zi Sui was silent for a whole day, and accompanied Zhanli until it got dark, but he didn't go very far.

Zhan Li's injury hasn't healed yet, he's very weak, walking for a day is already the limit, and finally he stopped, with a pale face, and slowly slid down against the tree: "Zi Chong, I can't walk anymore , take a break."

Seeing his dying appearance like a sick beauty, Zisong squatted in front of him, and couldn't help but think of the boy in Tsing Yi who was dressed in the sun's rays and walked one step at a time when he first met, and sneered maliciously. With a voice: "Look at you like this, how can you still be as high as that noble quasi-god back then?"

He was used to this unforgiving mouth, so he didn't take it seriously, and even took up the conversation: "Yeah... even if it is a quasi-god who is as bright as the nine heavens, if he can't survive the catastrophe, he can only do it." It can be destroyed like a shattered void."

Zi Song would not let go of any opportunity to taunt him: "Afraid of death? What kind of God is this?"

"I'm not afraid of death, it's just..." Zhanli's eyes suddenly showed a touch of tenderness. Even if he loses all his divine power and is no more than a cripple, it won't affect his unique compassionate and Buddha-like temperament. "The world is beautiful, I like this world very much, but mortals are too weak, I want to overcome calamity and become a god, manage the vernal equinox, protect the world, take care of these mortals, I want...to make this world a better place."

☆, Baishengke Town

Seeing the ripple-like gentleness in his eyes, Zisong thought it was ridiculous, and snorted lightly: "For the sake of the world? Ridiculous. Shangshen is worthy of being a Shangshen. Even if he is alive, he still has missions and responsibilities. Like me, I only live for myself."

He blinked, momentarily stunned.

live for yourself?

For nearly a millennium, he never seemed to have considered this issue, nor had he ever doubted his position, but...

When asked so suddenly by him, he suddenly became thoughtful.

"what happened?"

Zhanli turned his head and was so startled that his whole body was shocked. He glanced at the person who was squatting in front of him and got closer, and suddenly said with some kind of affection that he didn't notice: " Zisong, I found that since I met you, I suddenly thought of many questions that I had never thought of before."

Being stared at by his overly blunt and explicit expression, Zisong felt uncomfortable all over, and couldn't help but leaned back: "What?"

"I was transformed from the willow branch in the clean bottle in front of the Buddha. I was born in the Buddha's teachings. I was sent to the Yin-Yang School when I was born. Since childhood, the masters taught us to love the world and all living beings. Since I was born As a god, you should be aware of your responsibility to benefit the world, so... Before I met you, I never thought about what it would be like to be separated by a whole world of hell, and I never thought that I am alive, It can actually have a meaning beyond the human world."

He really loves the whole world deeply, but this kind of love is actually more like a responsibility, a kind of responsibility.

Zisong stared at him, carefully savored the deep meaning in the words, and commented with a smile: "It seems that the life in the Immortal Court is quite miserable."

Zhanli: ...

"By the way, Yin Yang School... what kind of place is it?"

He remembered what Zisong said to him when he was waiting for the edge of the living hell, and he raised his eyebrows slightly, hiding his words: "This...in short, it is a place like a school, where everyone gathers together , forcing you to do homework and study Buddhist scriptures, it’s no big deal.”

There was no wave in Zisong's eyes, it was flat, and just when Zhanli was almost inaudibly relieved, he heard him mutter again——

"It's so lively."

Zhan Li immediately didn't dare to say any more, his overflowing sympathy made him afraid of poking Zi Suong's sore spot, and the atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

There is an untouchable mysterious light on his body, and the kindness and tenderness in his brows make him faintly enveloped in a layer of clean and clear Buddha light.

This kind of light attracts Zisong, and also pulls him, the murderous desire spreads silently like this.

Just look at him, and the murderous desire that subsides will explode for no reason. He has such a strong attraction.

Zhan was horrified, he was just a useless person now, if Zi Chong wanted to kill him, it would be almost the same as crushing an ant!

However, in the next second when he could not avoid it, he saw that Zisong condensed his evil spirit into a small black blade, which directly pierced into the palm of his other hand without hesitation!

He couldn't stop him, he could only watch blood dripping from his palm, and hurriedly grabbed his wrist: "Why are you..."

Zi Sui blinked, and let out a bewildered "ah".

He had no choice but to take a deep breath before suppressing his anger and trying to be calm: "Don't always hurt yourself..."

"I want to kill you. If I don't stab myself, why don't I stab you?" Now he is as fragile as a candle in the wind, and it will go out with just a slight blow. How can he withstand his touch?

Zhan Li was choked by him, and didn't know how to argue. Seeing that his palms were full of old scars, he couldn't help but said again: "Do you often do this?"

Zi Sui's face was meaningless, and he didn't heal his wounds. He opened the wound with his fingers, and his hands were covered with blood: "There is no darkness in the underworld, let alone dawn, and the time is so long. I have to find something to prove that I am still alive, right?"

Seeing him staring at his palm, Zi Chong's heart tightened suddenly, he subconsciously withdrew his hand, turned his head awkwardly, avoiding the overly hot eyes, and half-deliberately said, "I'm not going to go to the underworld and also serve as a ghost." After you, don’t play with yourself like this.”

"That……"

He raised his hand casually: "Play with the dead."

Anyway, the dead in hell will be subjected to all kinds of torture, and no one cares about bearing his murderous desire occasionally, but it has developed from self-torture to abuse of others.

However, Zhanli paused again, and there was a sudden stirring somewhere in his heart, all kinds of sourness came to his heart, a little distressed, and a little sinful.

He finally let out a light snort when he saw this, a trace of scarlet anger flashed in his eyes, his grin showed his small canine teeth, and he swung his hand to splatter blood all over the floor: "Shangshen's look... Could it be that he feels sorry for me, a mere boy?"

"Probably."

However, as if he had received the greatest insult in the world, Zi Chong's black eyes suddenly overflowed with blood, and he bullied him and knocked him to the ground: "What kind of heartache, do I deserve it? God is not afraid of heartache." It is ridiculed for a bad boy to speak out! I don’t need the love of alms, and I can live well if no one cares about me!”

Zhan Li was crushed until his heart ached, his old wounds were affected, his facial features were twisted into a ball due to the pain, and he hissed.

Zi Sui breathed a sigh of relief, perhaps he heard his cry of pain, and suddenly let him go, got up and spread out to the side, and lay down next to him on the spot.

He rubbed the wound, hissed again, and turned his head: "Sorry."

perhaps……

He should have shown enough sincerity and concern on the first day of acquaintance.

At that time, he was still too immature, and he didn't know how to better fulfill his duties as a god.

Zi Chong lay on the ground and spread out into a big character, looking at the dark night sky, he was speechless for a moment, and after a long time, he said: "God, I suddenly want to cross the catastrophe."

"fear death?"

He chuckled again: "Probably so."

Zhanli never thought that Zisong would be afraid of death, so he looked at him in shock.

"I didn't care about life and death. Anyway, it's meaningless to live. It's just... I don't want to die like Poxu. After 800 years, I got nothing. Even, the person he was waiting for has been letting him down."

Zhanli thought of the bad words that Zen Lingzi had been talking to each other all the time, so he also sighed slightly and didn't speak.

No one wants to just dissipate like that.

Can……

Zi Song didn't know that in the end, one of them had to die.

After that, there was a moment of silence, and the gods and ghosts slept peacefully all night, and continued on their way in the morning. This time, they drove in silence for three days.

On the third day, the gods and ghosts got colder and colder, and the temperature difference between day and night increased significantly. At night, even the gods and ghosts couldn't help hugging their shoulders tightly. Seeing the moon and the moon, everything was silent, and finally passed a... ...a very strange looking town.

Zi Sui patted the rough wooden board with distorted words on it, turned his head and asked, "What is this place?"

Zhan Li followed his gaze, and saw that under the plateau, a dozen large tents were clustered together, and they were coiled together with colorful flags. Groups of cattle and sheep were raised in simple wooden fences. The horses huddled together to keep warm in the desolate night, quietly, and the wooden sign at the door was filled with crooked words, which looked like a series of graphics.

After carefully identifying it, he suddenly smiled and said, "Bai Sheng Ke, this is Tibetan, a script evolved from Sanskrit. This town is called Bai Sheng Ke Town. It seems that we have already reached the vicinity of Zhang'e Mountain."

"Zhang'e Mountain?"

He let out a "hmm" and stretched out his hand to press his wound again. The pain made him gasp. In fact, Zisong didn't care about cold or heat. His tolerance was not at the same level as ordinary people, and he was born as a ghost. , but Zhanli is different, he is a useless person now, and he is still injured, and he has been sleeping in the open for three days, and even the injury looks serious. If he encounters a village or town, it is best to stay overnight and have a good rest.

Seeing the moonlight brushing away the long night, casting a faint light at his feet, a small, pink flower was swaying in the cold wind and struggling to hold on, so he softly said "sorry" and pinched the flower It is necessary to insert it on the temple of Zisong.

Zi Song was so frightened that he almost jumped up: "What are you doing!"

"My wound hurts. It's so cold tonight. Let me blow the cold wind for another night. I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it. If you want to stay overnight... this town is full of mortals, so don't scare them." He grabbed his collar to prevent him from moving around, and strangled him slightly, and carefully fixed the flower on his forehead with one hand, so as to cover the unbroken horn.

As for the other broken horn...

Looks like a scar and shouldn't be noticed.

And what he didn't notice at the same time was that when he got a little closer, Zisong suddenly held his breath.

——He is like a bubble, with long eyelashes, slightly drawn down, the tip of his nose is almost touching the tip of his nose, his chest is almost touching his chest, his fingertips are obviously cold, but when his fingertips occasionally brush the corner of his forehead, But Zi Song felt that it was hot like fire, like charcoal, like strong wine burning his throat, and he was even afraid that his own breath would burst the bubble.

"Okay." He fixed the flower to cover the horn, and quickly drew back his hands.

Zisong finally let out a dull breath, and then felt the blood all over his body suddenly stop, and frost quickly formed in his blood vessels, making him ache from the cold. When he raised his head with a stiff neck, he saw the man smiling brightly against the moonlight, clearing his eyes. The shallow light made his shadow slender, shiny and moist, his eyebrows and eyes were curved, exuding a peerless elegance. At that moment, he even thought that this man was shining, which made him eager to chase after him, and the light enveloped him , are warm, like blood.

"Stupid?" Zhan Li didn't want to understand his dullness, but became more gentle and brilliant, with light shining in his brows and eyes, "What are you thinking?"

He finally turned around, reached out his hand to touch the flowers on his head, grinned, and showed his canine teeth: "I was thinking, there is a saying in the world, it is called Weier's hairpins are all over your head, hold both hands, and you will not worry."

——Sha Tong, who rolled out of the sea of ​​carrion corpses, is willing to make hairpins for you, hold hands with you, even breathe for you, and is full of you.

☆、Friendly Tibetans

Zhanli finally realized it later, his pale face suddenly turned red, and after holding it in for a long time, he could only utter the word "you", so he turned around and walked into the town by himself, because he was too hasty, and even alarmed those who were tied up. Small bells and lines of bunting.

Zi Song laughed loudly behind him, and secretly thought to win back.

Although he still doesn't know what it means to be tempted, but he always feels that the one who is tempted first will lose - he must win him.

Originally it was midnight, and the wind was howling, and the sound of the little bell was so soft that it could not be heard at all. However, people could not notice it, but dogs could.

What's more, there are one or two dogs tied to the door of each tent in the small town, and they bark one after another when they hear the small bells, so fierce that they seem to rush to bite them in the next second, Yingying in the dark night The flashing dog eyes scared Zhanli back a step.

Seeing this, Zi Song let out a "tss", and was immediately aroused by the barking of the dog, and the evil spirit came up again quietly: "Annoying!"

Zhanli quickly turned around and pressed his hand: "You are also a thousand years old, so you won't be able to get along with dogs?"

"you……"

Suddenly there was a clanging "Zhandui" in the dark night, and then someone opened the tent and came out, lighting a torch, so the well-trained shepherd dogs fell silent, jumped up and down around the person, and quickly put their fluffy tails on the ground. It was broken, and coquettishly, under the orange flames, an old face was reflected.

Zhanli quickly smiled warmly, folded his palms together and bowed slightly, and said softly: "Gongzhu Dele (good evening), we pass by Baishengke Town, and it is difficult to travel in the middle of the night, can you take us in for a night?"

The old man walked here with a torch, wrapped tightly in a Tibetan robe, but his face was full of kindness and kindness of the old man. He obviously had a good impression of Zhanli's Tibetan language: "You are from it, right? My Chinese very good."

"That's good," he smiled awkwardly, "Sanskrit and Tibetan are still a little different."

Sanskrit is a compulsory subject in the Yin Yang School, but Tibetan... Although it belongs to the same clan, it is not proficient after all.

The old man chuckled, with a Tibetan-style accent in his Chinese, simple and friendly, he extended his hand in a very hospitable manner: "It's cold today, please come and stay at my house temporarily."

"Thank you, thank you. Let's stay overnight and leave tomorrow."

While speaking, the old man had already led them, a ghost, to their tent. The fierce dogs were tied to the door and sat in a row, holding their heads up and waiting for the old man to touch them all the way. Everyone settled down, Zhan Li His hands were itchy, and he wanted to touch them, but the majestic shepherd dogs came forward to sniff them vigilantly. They could sense the smell of blood on both him and Zisong, so they bared their sharp teeth and let out a few threatening moans from the depths of their throats. whimper.

Zhan Li was startled again, and hastily withdrew his hand. The old man quickly patted the head of one of the big black dogs: "Zhandui, be good, be good."

Then the dogs fell silent again.

"Occupy the heap?"

After Zhan Li said, a big black short-haired dog in the dog group raised its head vigorously, barked loudly, and had the right to respond.

He wanted to touch it, but finally held back, for fear that this fierce looking big dog would rush up and bite him.

The old man smiled and set up the tent, and a gust of steam gushed out from the tent: "Zhandui is the king of dogs. In Tibetan, it means subduing demons, eliminating demons, defeating enemies and winning victory."

Thinking back to himself who was stunned by this fierce and brave dog, Zhanli couldn't help but laugh. This dog can not only subdue demons and slay demons, but also kill gods.

Zi Sui is irritable, yes