Far Mountain Black Dog

kill it... kill them...

Monsters are damned...

Go to hell!

"!"

"A strange scene? A strange scene, wake up!"

"Senior...brother..."

Yijing sat up and found that it was his own room.

"How do I...?" He remembered that he seemed to be fighting the dog demon before, and then he crashed into a tree and passed out. Then...what happened...?

"I brought you back." Yi Heng stood up with a serious face, and looked down at Yi Jing: "Do you know what you are doing!" His tone was unprecedentedly tough, making Yi Jing annoyed: "Of course I know! You must have seen that monster too, right? It’s so fierce and domineering, if you don’t get rid of it sooner, it might cause a great disaster! I have to ask Master to destroy it!” Yi Heng held him down: “You can’t do this Tell Master!"

"Why!?" Yi Jing's eyes were full of puzzlement and unwillingness.

"If the dog demon is really a scourge, it is impossible for you and me to escape unscathed!"

"It gave you small favors and small favors, because it was afraid that you would come back and tell the elders!" Yi Jing became emotional, he shook off Yi Heng's hand, and insisted on staying on the bed.Yi Heng sat him down on the couch again: "Then why didn't he just kill us all at that time! Give me a chance to come back unscathed?"

"..."

I remember Wan He once said that Yiheng is like a gentle spring, flexible and tolerant, while a strange scene is like a scorching fire, restless, and it is a miracle that brothers and sisters can get along in harmony. That's all.

"You...will not give in?" Yi Heng asked Yi Jing who passed by him, but Yi Jing didn't answer, and walked straight to the door.

"If you tell Master, don't call me Senior Brother in the future."

The snowy and windy tone froze the pace of the strange scene.

On the Qiyaotai, dozens of disciples of Lingluan Temple were practicing swords, their movements were uniform, and their swordsmanship was upright and awe-inspiring.

"Oh, isn't this Mr. Wutong~"

The voice of Jiao Didi squeezed out water, and the beautifully dressed Widow Wei twisted her round and fat waist and walked towards Changxi, her face was dry and cracked with fine lines, but she didn't know it at all, and kept winking at Changxi, Changxi Goosebumps fell all over the ground, and he forced a smile: "Hello..."

Widow Wei took out a handkerchief from her waist, raised her orchid fingers, and half-hid her face shyly: "Mr. Wutong helped someone bring back the hydrangea from the tree last time, and I haven't thanked you properly yet!"

"It fell by itself, I just returned it to you, you are welcome!" Widow Wei got closer and closer, and Changxi was forced to stick to the wall, with nowhere to escape.

"I hate it!" Widow Wei slapped him coquettishly with a handkerchief: "You mean, the fate between you and me is destined by heaven~"

Changxi finally realized what it means to cry without tears. He put the back of his hand on Widow Wei's shoulder, and pushed her away from him with force: "You misunderstood, any villager would be willing to do this little effort, and you don't have to." Many thanks."

"Oh~ I don't care! I just want to thank you! All the dishes are prepared for you, you must come tonight, otherwise people will come to you every day!" She pursed her bloody mouth on purpose, back and forth like a child coquettishly Shaking her body, the four words of pretentiousness are vividly reflected in her body.Taking a long breath and taking a deep breath, suppressing the urge to hit someone, after a second thought, he said, "If you must thank me...can you repay my kindness?"

Widow Wei was a little unhappy and didn't answer.

"That person's kindness to me is as endless as a river, and I often feel that I can't repay it. If you can help me, I will always remember your good deeds."

"Okay...how come..." Widow Wei loosened up.

"You just cook a table of meals to thank him."

"to whom?"

"Bu Qingjue."

"Him?" Widow Wei had a reluctance on her face. She thought she could spend a good night with the handsome Mr. Wutong after dinner, but this wish came to nothing. How could she accept it calmly?

Long breath lowered his eyes to cover his smile, clasped his fists together: "Thank you."

After delivering a new kitchen knife to Uncle Zhu, Changxi told Bu Qingjue the news about Widow Wei, emphasizing again and again that others had already prepared the ingredients, and they just waited for him to pass by.

"She thanked you and invited me to dinner." Bu Qingjue turned a page of the book calmly.

"Drinking water still reminds me of the source. Thanking me is equivalent to thanking you. Don't look at it and go quickly." Chang Xi took his book and stuffed it on the shelf.

"Then shall we go together?"

"I won't go to the dinner that was specially made for you...don't move." Changxi fiddled with Bu Qingjue's head twice, pulling his hair into a mess.

"doing what?"

"You've got some grass that fell from the roof over your head."

"Oh... why are you touching my face?"

"You didn't clean up your lunch."

Just like that, Bu Qingjue, who didn't think much about it, went out with messy hair and dusty face.

Seizing the opportunity, he took a long breath and summoned the spear/spear, lifted Bu Qingjue's cotton wool, and poked hard.

Dining with Widow Wei, when Bu Qingjue moved his chopsticks, she would praise her for a long time. He was so handsome and good-hearted, he almost praised him as a fairy.However, knowing that Changxi has helped a lot of people as always, he was not only very relieved, but also proud. He never doubted that it would be a wrong decision to insist on keeping Changxi.

After eating and drinking enough, Bu Qingjue returned home hiccupping. He wanted to praise Changxi for a few words, but Changxi eagerly helped him pass the book and bring him water. .

"Tonight... sleep on a new couch..."

"why?"

Changxi pointed to the wooden couch with a big hole in it, his eyes dodged, and he looked ashamed: "Because... I collapsed your couch."

Bu Qingjue stared blankly at the sunken cotton wadding, thinking it was a fantasy. The couch that could bear the weight of two people in winter was actually collapsed by Changxi?

"I'm sorry, I will only sleep on the floor from now on, and I will never sleep on the couch again..."

"Chang, Xi!" Bu Qingjue was about to start scolding, but Chang Xi turned into a dog, pretending to be obedient.He half-dropped his ears first, looked at Bu Qingjue with wet grape-like eyes, and sobbed softly in his throat. Seeing that Bu Qingjue didn't respond, he scratched Bu Qingjue twice with his paw, and then walked out of the house with his tail drooping three times. Shouted outside the house: "Stay outside for a few days and reflect!"

But Changxi didn't intend to reflect on himself at all, thinking about how to make himself look worse all day long, so Bu Qingjue brought him food, he refused to eat, brought him water, he refused to drink, and he just lay motionless by the door without making a sound .Bu Qingjue behaved indifferently in front of him, but hurried around behind the door, but he couldn't save face, so he had to let him be willful.

Two days passed, it was night, the moon was dark and the wind was high, Bu Qingjue vaguely heard the howling of wolves close at hand, so startled that he immediately lit the oil lamp and rushed to the door, vaguely seeing Changxi and several wolves confronting each other.Bu Qingjue didn't know where the courage came from, and his worry about the long breath turned into a passion. He picked up the broom, waved it indiscriminately, and drove away the wolves loudly.Changxi also stared at the wolves fiercely, his eyes gradually turned golden, and for a while, the wolves were frightened by the inexplicable power, and fled back to the mountain with their tails between their legs.

Bu Qingjue held the broom with lingering fear and trembling hands.Black smoke flashed past, and he poked his head with a long breath and cursed, "When will you be able to use your brain when doing things? What if the wolf pounces on you?"

"I'm not afraid that they will bully you! And then..." Bu Qingjue bowed his head in embarrassment, and he couldn't figure out where the courage that poured into his heart came from at that time. I want to protect myself for a long time.

Hearing this, the long-suffering anger disappeared immediately, his eyes sparkled, and his tone rose: "You mean, you want to protect me?"

Bu Qingjue's face was even redder when the happy news was revealed. He hesitated for a long time, and said "I'm going to sleep", then hurriedly hid in the house.

Before it was time for a cup of tea, he opened the door again and let Changxi enter the room to sleep.Changxi caught a glimpse of two pillows on the couch, and was so happy that he couldn't help wagging his tail, the thick tail fanned the wind, and the lights swayed.

Outside the window, the moonlight breaks through the clouds and shines on the earth.

Finally got his wish and fell asleep on the couch, taking a long breath and staring at Bu Qingjue who was resting with his eyes closed, his eyes seemed to contain spring water.Bu Qingjue fell into a hazy sleep, opened his eyes in a strange way, but was startled: "Why are you still awake! Don't stare at me, you're panicking..."

"I was just thinking, you've seen my monster form, aren't you afraid of me?"

"I'm afraid. At that time, I thought I was going to die..." Bu Qingjue yawned, "However, after I knew that giant monster was you, I lost all fear."

"why?"

Feeling more and more drowsy, Bu Qingjue turned over and murmured in a daze, "Because you're a long breath..." There was also a half sentence, "You haven't been mad for so many years, I won't be so unlucky... ..." was unsuccessfully conveyed due to falling asleep.The long breath only heard the front, he moved excitedly to Bu Qingjue's neck, took a deep breath, he thought, he might like the smell of Bu Qingjue.

Since Changxi shared the bed with Bu Qingjue, his true nature has been exposed. Bu Qingjue finds himself in Changxi's arms every day when he wakes up, but Changxi has been counted down countless times and still doesn't know how to repent. He likes to sleep with his master, and he can't change it. After a long time, Bu Qingjue can only accept his fate, after all, he can't hold back his breath.

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