Male Fox Liaozhai Fanran

On a moonlit night, the pavilion in the center of the lake, the old residence of the Liu family.

The fox never thought that he would come back here.

The summer night is cool, the moon is bright, the soft warm wind blows the snow waves in the pool, and several white lotus pavilions are swaying on the clean water, nodding and smiling.

The wine glass that was abandoned by that person was still placed alone on the small stone table, and the white jade wine bottle was covered with a thin layer of dust, like a gleam of light rooted in memories.

Looking at it now, it seems that nothing has changed, but in fact, things are different.

Ruyu's flawless fingertips lightly stroked the edge of the stone table, pausing for a while inevitably brought the taste of nostalgia for the past, the fox raised his eyes and looked at the person who was hurrying across, raised his lips and smiled, and there was a cool and cold expression between his brows and eyes Moonlight, "You are here."

"Yes... yes, have you waited long?"

"I just arrived too."

Liu Zigu looked at the man's pale and thin face under the moonlight, and always felt that what stood in front of him was a spirit transformed from a white plum tree, which would fade away with the east wind if he was not careful.

His eyes fell on the fox's slender and slender body's bulging stomach, and Liu Zigu's lingering pity was shattered by the fear of Shaking.

"Zi Gu, what's wrong with you, why is your face so pale?"

"No... nothing."

A pair of bare hands grabbed the air, only lightly grasping a wisp of cold air, interlaced with the dark gray sleeve corners of the man.

Liu Zigu stopped the staggering steps of dodging backwards, raised his eyes to meet the surprised and hurt eyes that flashed in the fox's eyes for a moment, felt his chest tight, turned around and gritted his teeth and said, "I'm fine... Shiro, you come with me."

The fox secretly rubbed his cold palms, couldn't help shaking his body, raised his hand and pressed the bottom of his abdomen calmly, lowered his eyebrows and endured a while of pain that wasn't too sharp.

He had been feeling sick to his stomach since the morning, only felt that the little guy was moving more violently than usual, and there were bursts of pain in his lower abdomen, which stopped after lunch. The fox didn't care much, thinking it was just like the previous few The "false labor pains" that were the same as every day, unexpectedly broke out again at this moment.

The colic has been repeated several times, and it seems to be getting worse.

Seeing Liu Zigu's evasive, alienated and indifferent attitude at this moment, the fox felt even more bitter and unspeakable, and suddenly felt a faint blood churning in his chest.

Liu Zigu walked in a hurry, as if fleeing from a disaster, completely ignoring the slow and faltering steps of the person behind him.

The fox has a strong temper, how can he open his mouth to say soft words such as begging the person to slow down, it seems like a pique, he followed silently, staggering all the way down, the thin shirt on his body has long been stuck to a layer cold sweat.

What I came to was a familiar room, which was empty on all sides, except for a spacious pear wood wine table in the center, a blue ceramic wine jar on the table, and a white jade cup on each side, the wine in the cup was clear, Under the orange candlelight, there is a silvery red luster.

The snow-white gauze is like a slender girl, dancing silently and mournfully under the moonlight.

"Xiu Lang, do you still remember this place?"

Liu Zigu sat on the side of the table, held the wine glass in his hand, but seemed unable to bear to drink it down, only looking at the transparent color in the glass, his eyes could not hide his nostalgia.

The fox also propped himself up on the edge of the table and slowly sat down, his tense body lost all his strength for a moment, but the little guy in his belly didn't stop, still recklessly waving his fists and feet, as if he had endless energy.

"Of course I...remember..."

How could he forget that it was here that he had a very short and happy time drinking and chatting with that person all night, and it was also here that he foolishly handed over a heart that had been tossed about for a hundred years.

Here, he has sketched countless times of longing for the future, and those many longings also stop here.

Everything starts from a fake skin, but no one sees the true heart underneath it.

Or see it, but dare not respond.

Looking back on the past, most of them are like clouds and smoke, coiled in the apex of my heart, and they are no longer as heavy as they used to be.

The fox raised his hand and gently stroked the pot of railings, staring at it with a faint smile, and touched a piece of cold moonlight under his softly walking fingertips.

"Zigu, you invited me here today, it's not just to reminisce about the old days."

The scholar raised his eyes suddenly, and saw that man was dressed in moonlight, sitting upright like a fairy Buddha, with a smile in his eyes and a haggard brow.

The face is as elegant as tea, but also as indifferent as fog.

Looking at it, the words I want to say are stuck in my throat, and I can't move up or down.

"Xiu Lang...I know...I don't have the face to talk to you now."

"I also know that you blame me in your heart."

"I don't ask you to forgive me, but I beg you to drink this last glass of wine with me. From then on, you will treat me as dead, and there will be no such person named "Liu Zigu" in the world."

The fox looked at the man's resolute expression, his face was still as calm as the surface of calm water, but the five fingers covering his stomach under the table gradually gathered into a fist, and he didn't even notice that his nails were deeply embedded in his palm.

He took a deep breath, but when he was about to speak, he felt a colic in his stomach, which was so fierce that the fox lowered his eyebrows and bit his lip, saying, "I can't drink wine...can I replace it with tea...?"

Liu Zigu was taken aback for a moment, and unconsciously stretched out his hand to touch the man's pale forehead dripping with cold sweat. His arm paused in mid-air, and finally fell quietly. He stood up, knocked over the wine glass on the table in a hurry, and it shattered crisply. The sound exploded in my ears.

"You...you wait, I'll get it for you..."

After saying that, he ran out of the room without looking back.

The fox could no longer support himself, his body was limp as a puddle of mud and he lay low on the table, his mind was in a daze from the pain in his stomach, and the corners of his eyes were moist.

The moment the gate was closed, it seemed that the last ray of moonlight was cruelly cut off.

The night was silent, the dew was heavy, and the bottomless sky was like an upside-down inkstone, and even a single star could not be seen.

Under the promenade, at the corner of the painted eaves, vermilion lanterns are swaying alone in the cold wind with drizzle, and the warm red soft light is dying to illuminate a corner of the light, which seems dim.

It was a clear moonlit night just a moment ago, but now it is raining, which only makes people feel a little uneasy for no reason.

Liu Zigu wandered down the corridor with a slightly anxious expression, suddenly turned around, grabbed the cuff of the person beside him in a panic, and unintentionally tore off a few strands of long hair from the snow-white fly.

"Master Dao, if you let me trap him in this room, you really won't hurt him?"

"That's natural. Pindao only catches monsters who make trouble in the world, and won't attack monsters who keep their own way. Now it's just to get rid of the evil spirits in his belly. You know, the person who tied the bell is needed to untie the bell. Since you told me , Mrs. Ling may have been harmed by Biwu, so I naturally have to clean it up so that Mrs. Wang can wake up safely."

"But... I'm not sure..."

"It seems that Mr. Liu misses that fox demon so much that he doesn't even care about the lives of his family members."

The old Taoist probably looked to be more than a hundred years old, with a strangely long face, white and disheveled hair scribbled on the back of his head, wearing a Buddhist gray Taoist robe, with a shabby cloth bag on his waist, and a simple whisk in his hand. , who looks like a fairy, is holding his long gray beard in his hands at the moment, looking at the scholar's disoriented appearance with a bit of admiration.

Liu Zigu was speechless for a moment, his face flushed red.

"Mr. Liu, please don't worry, that little demon will be fine. At most, he will lose some cultivation, and he will make up for it in a few days... Young master, please let go of the poor man's sleeves. The time has come, and the poor man needs to go in."

Liu Zigu paused, but before he could respond, his palms were empty, and even the pot of tea on the stone table disappeared without a trace.

The thunder billowing in the sky seemed to be whimpering, and it seemed to be whispering. After a few snow-white lightning bolts, the rain fell in an instant, and it seemed like a small waterfall was flowing in my ears. No other sounds could be heard. Liu Zigu only took it as an illusion as the weak voice of "□□" lingered in his ears.

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The empty hall was frighteningly cold, the candlestick on the table topped with half of white wax, the candle tears piled up layer upon layer as thick as light snow, the pale light lingered faintly, like a lost soul, clearly reflected the A face that lost all color before the case.

Black hair wetly stuck to the forehead soaked in cold sweat, biting lips, half-closed eyes, slightly trembling back, all the more so that the man was as fragile as a smear of moonlight in the early morning, and the shallowness was about to disappear. It turned into a touch of warm air in the morning light.

The fox didn't know how long he waited. When he noticed something abnormal, the pain in his abdomen was so intense that he didn't even have the strength to speak. Every time he took a breath, he felt like a dying patient, not daring to use all his strength.

Feeling the increasingly/hard/hard/rising belly, the fox felt joy in his heart, a light smile flashed in his wet eyes, like a weak butterfly breaking out of a cocoon, swaying in the dark night With soft and shiny wings.

He took a deep breath, raised his hand to press his restless stomach, blue veins appeared on the back of his pale hand, and on his jade-like face, two emotions of pain and joy were intertwined, presenting an increasingly soft and moving radiance.

"You little thing, someday is bad... you have to... come out at this time..."

At this time, the tightly closed door was pushed open, and the sudden rain rushed into the dry, cold and stuffy room, bringing a faint fragrance of grass and trees, and the hem of the clothes in Buddha's ashes was gently rubbed, and after a few heavy steps, a The pot of clear tea was placed on the table with care.

The fox struggled to stand up, straightened his back a little bit, and was not surprised when he saw the person coming. There was only a bitter smile hanging on his pale lips very weakly.

"Sure enough...it's you old man..."

"Don't come here without any harm, evildoer. I think back then you ruined my good deeds in Prince Duan's mansion, robbed Liu Zigu, smashed my fairy stone, and King Duan was furious. He destroyed my Taoist temple and killed my young disciple in a fit of anger. Today is the day to repay the debt." Time to repay!"

The visitor had a gloomy look on his face, looking down at the fox condescendingly, his compassionate face suddenly turned into its true form, "Unexpectedly, you will have such a miserable day."

Hearing the words, the fox smiled lightly, covered his waist and abdomen with one hand, and stood up very slowly. Even though his white clothes were messy and his hair was tangled like mist, he still couldn't hide his cleanliness and integrity.

"You forced Zigu to bring me here? Where is he now?"

"Hmph, that stupid scholar, still using me to force you? It's just that he used a trick to keep the girl awake, and said a few deceptive words. He sold you obediently... Where is he? Naturally, I spend time with my wife and children at home."

"..."

"That day he took the initiative to find me and begged me to get rid of the monster in your belly and save his wife."

"The child you desperately want to protect is just an evil spirit in his eyes."

The fox frowned slightly, and his face became more and more ugly. He raised his hand to press the soft and hard bottom of his abdomen, and shouted: "Shut up! Smelly Taoist priest, stop talking nonsense, I should have beaten you to death long ago! You will never be reborn!" !"

"You don't believe it? I can show you clearly."

A cup of clear tea rippled slowly, and gradually, two figures appeared on the clear water, a man and a woman, one lying down and one sitting, one sleeping peacefully and the other keeping quiet.

Silence is more ruthless than thousands of words, more passionate than thousands of intimacy.

"Did you see clearly?"

The dim candlelight was flickering, reflecting that stiff face as pale as paper. The fox moved his lips, but before he could speak, he choked out a few muffled coughs. Brightly dyed on the snow-white skirt.

The fox felt as if he had been buried in the snow for three days and three nights, his hands and feet were terribly cold, and his whole body was icy.However, the sleepless pain in the abdomen did not stop, tearing fiercely without sparing any effort.

It's like tasting a poisonous cup, and it's just self-inflicted.

"//uh//uh//…"

A burst of severe pain that was thousands of times stronger than before spread in the lower abdomen, accompanied by a strong smell of blood gushing out/out of/two/legs/between/one/share/warm/hot/sticky/thick/of/water/ Stream /, instantly filled with cool air.

The fox couldn't hold on any longer and his legs went limp, and he was like an asparagus plant that had been torn by the rainstorm, sinking deep in the muddy swamp, and his life was so weak that it was worrying.

"Thinking back when King Duan ordered to set fire to destroy my Taoist temple, how many of my disciples were tortured to death in the sea of ​​fire, your repayment now is far from enough."

The fox raised his eyes, but the eyes were already in darkness, only an unclear gray outline remained, flashing back and forth like moths, the child in his belly was eager to find an exit, and rushed into it desperately, the fox bit his lower lip desperately, between his lips and teeth It was full of blood, and only then did he retain his sanity, but he no longer had the strength to push away the pair of hands that were pressing hard on his stomach.

The whole person is like a fish that has landed on the shore, and even /gasping/breathing/ consumes a lot of life.

"No...don't...don't touch me...get off... /uh/!"

The fox raised its arm, its nails were deeply embedded in the withered skin, and it couldn't stop trembling. The white jade's fingernails were bloodshot after a while, and almost broke into the human flesh, while the other hand seemed to have taken root. Generally, the tight circle is placed on the most vulnerable part of the lower abdomen.

"Zigu...please...I will never bother you and Axiu again...I will never see you make you difficult...you save him..."

"Save him..."

The blue and purple nails scratched the cloud patterns woven with gold thread on the snow-white skirt, and the veins on the back of the thin hand burst out, like old tree roots intertwined, spreading to the pale, sweat-drenched forearm. Underneath is a rock-hard round belly, like a solid iron prison, gently imprisoning a mass of flesh and blood that can't wait to see the light.

"Liu Zigu...you bastard! Coward! You're trying to kill me...you might as well kill me..."

"Zi Gu, I will die by your hands..."

In the vague and weakening words, there was already a crying voice.

Throat filled with hot gravel, the stinging pain was unbearable, the dim candlelight flickered with the shower outside, and the /groaning/groaning/groaning/groaning intermittently falling from between the crushed silver teeth was wet by the rain one by one, A bit sad, with a bit of unspeakable resentment towards something in the world.

The fox lay on his back on the icy ground, his black hair spread out softly and folded under his body, intertwined like an ancient totem, a pale face, two dry and cracked lips, two pairs of wet eyes, dark and deep, Like the stars and the moon disappearing into the long night together.

Gao Long's stomach pressed against his slender body, like an endless nightmare in an endless night.

The old man watched coldly, his dry and cloudy gray eyes did not feel a bit of pitiful compassion, but he still took out a rune from his bosom, leaned forward, raised his hand and slowly strangled the man's white and fragile neck .

"Poor people must have something to hate. If you didn't ruin my plan, how could King Duan go on a killing spree? You carried more than a dozen lives of my disciples on you, and now you only pay back one-thousandth of them."

The fox looked at the person in front of him coldly, felt a pain in his throat, and couldn't help coughing in a low voice, "King Duan's crimes...cough...you should...find him..."

"He's dead long ago! Besides, if it wasn't for you, how could I have lost my Taoist temple and my position as a national teacher?"

The man threw his hand violently, only to hear a dull sound, the back of the fox's head was smashed to the ground with force, he bit his lip and did not speak, a line of blood snaked to his jaw, condensed but not dripping, a white jade The carved face is almost transparent.

The fox endured a stinging hum in his head, and when he opened his eyes again, his cold eyes streamed with undisguised sarcasm.

"At the end of the day...you didn't do it for the life of a young boy...you just hated me...cough...that hindered your "official career"...you, a Taoist priest, have this heart...you are no different from ordinary people... I want to become a fairy..."

The fox paused, gritted his teeth to endure another severe pain in his stomach, frowned and sneered, "Dream."

Perhaps it was pierced to the bottom of his heart by these words, the man's face became more and more gloomy, his eyes were as fierce as snakes and scorpions, he grabbed the hands of the fox's lower abdomen and pressed them to the ground, sneering: "It's useless to talk more, evildoer, Mr. Liu entrusted you I get rid of the evil in your belly, you say, how should I get rid of it?"

The fox's already weak body could not move at this moment. The pear-shaped belly hung between the narrow waist and crotch, precariously. The hem of the snow-white clothes was stained with a large piece of light yellow mixed with deep red /liquid/body/, It was a mess.

A pair of hands relentlessly pushed up the heavy belly, and the pure and compassionate Taoist heart completely turned into terrible unwillingness and anger.

The boundless pain was like a plum rain falling quietly, so long and so deep, it made people's blood drained, and it was difficult to catch the ray of light hidden behind the thick clouds.

"Let go.../Ah/..."

The sound of the rain outside the window is getting tighter, the loose window screens are damp, and ice water is lying wet on the old window sills, the moonlight is cooler than the rain, faintly, gently containing a mournful /low/ Yin /.

"Taoist...I give you this life...please...don't hurt him...don't..."

The voice was like a soft sob, tossing and turning, flickering and fading.

A pot of railings on the table is quietly placed there, looking at it quietly, bathed in candlelight quietly, quietly, brand new as before.

The pain in the abdomen was already numb, as if a prisoner who endured Ling Chi didn't feel any pain after being stabbed hundreds of times.

There is only endless sleepiness, and the night weighs heavily on the top of the head.

The fox closed his eyes, feeling the faint but unceasing trembling in his belly, like a fragile young bamboo shoot, desperately trying to break through the soil and bathe in the spring breeze...

The fingertips inadvertently touched the safety buckle that fell to the ground and shattered. The cold jade body was filled with soothing heat for some reason.

"White Pond……"

There was a slight smile on the pale and dry lips, which was so weak that it was not noticeable.

The fox bit his lower lip, and with the strength he didn't know, he grabbed a piece of broken jade in his hand, and by the dim candlelight, he stabbed viciously at the neck of the man exposed in front of his eyes.

The sound of flesh and blood tearing apart was exceptionally clear, like a taut brocade suddenly snapping. The fox didn't know how much effort he had used this time, but felt that his arms were sore and numb, and all the broken jade the size of half a palm was submerged in. In the man's neck.

The blood flowed like a fountain, and the fox tremblingly pulled out the broken jade, his hands were red.The jade body was soaked with warm blood, and it looked even more coquettish and moist under the candlelight.

The fox gasped and swallowed a mouthful of thick blood from his throat. He struggled to stand up and folded his clothes. He didn't know how to place this limp body, but a sharp pain suddenly spread in his abdomen, and he was torn and crushed like a wheel. nerve.

The child without hindrance is like a small stream with a gate, rushing down.

The thin waist and crotch may have been stretched, and the bones were shattered into powder.

The fox lay on his back in a pool of blood, stretched out his hands and grabbed the corner of the table above his head indiscriminately, erected his waist and abdomen heavy as if tied with a lead block, and broke and fell like a tight string in an instant.

The long hair was stained with blood, and it was sticking wetly to the blood-stained face, setting off the elegant and flawless eyebrows, as if hugging a withered wintersweet, white and flawless, stunningly beautiful.

“/ah/…/uh/uh/…”

The wind and rain are bleak, and the hoarse /panting/breathing/floating submerges into the noisy rainy night, beating the hearts of sleepless people one after another.

The night is as deep as ink, making people forget that there is still time to flow. I don’t know how long it has passed. A weak cry accompanied by the continuous sound of rain cautiously rang out, as if afraid of waking up something. The softness makes the heart tremble. .

The moonlight is endless, and the long rain does not know when it will stop.

People in pain are still struggling.

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"Zi Gu, why are you out of your mind?"

The scholar was startled, lowered his eyes and said: "It's nothing, you just woke up, I... I'll help you make something to eat."

Liu Zigu got the answer, and left the room as if fleeing, but he couldn't escape the bitter chanting like reciting Buddhist scriptures in a low voice, one sound, one sentence, burned in his heart with scalding heat.

He put on his coat, grabbed an oil-paper umbrella and rushed into the heavy rain, the night was dim, and the moonlight looted the huge city.

In a panic, he passed by a person who bumped into him in a trance.The man had a strong bloody smell that could not be washed away by the rain, his body was staggering, and he was about to fall, but he tried his best to protect something in his arms, so as not to let it get wet.

Liu Zigu had no time to think about it, wiped the rain off his face, and hurried towards the old house of the Liu family.

On the slippery and muddy road, a winding trail of blood behind the staggering man was washed away by the rain and disappeared.

In Kunlun Mountains, the flying snow turned into a sea of ​​fog, covering a person's head and shoulders.

Standing on the cliff in white clothes, blue silk covered with snow, eyebrows like long swords, eyes like stars, snow-green robes fluttering in the wind, and a romantic temperament can't be concealed, but at this moment, there is a cloud of worry on that handsome face, as if the mountain will never melted snow.

There is only one person in the world who can dissolve it.

"Aze, the teacher asked you to come back, not to let you stare at the mountain head all day long."

Hearing this, Bai Ze turned around to look at the visitor, his slender eyebrows were as sharp as knives, and a sneer hung on his thin lips: "Everything is safe in Kunlun, you tricked me back in this way, you are really a "teacher" "."

"Otherwise? What do you want to do? Do you still have this place where you were born and raised in your eyes? Do you still know who you are?! Are you really going to ruin your own fairyland for a little demon? I tell you, stupid!"

Bai Ze looked at the hysterical white-haired man in front of him, even though he felt a lot of guilt in his heart, he still said lightly: "Give me back my jade pendant, you took it."

"That thing will affect your cultivation, so I threw it away for you as a teacher."

As if he had expected to get such an answer, Bai Ze was not annoyed, he just rubbed the old man's shoulder and didn't look back.

"You can't trap me."

As long as he knows that there is another person waiting for him in the world, nothing can stop him.