Merry little roll

The owner of the ship said while leading the guests up the stairs of the cabin, "Everyone, be careful where you step."

The stairs got narrower and narrower, and they finally came to the end, and in front of them was a huge bronze door.On the dark door, there were patterns of various mythical beasts, with bumps and bumps, exuding a dark, cold metallic color.

The chains rattled harshly, the bronze door opened in half, and what appeared in front of everyone was the empty cabin on the ground floor.

The smell of paint mixed with a faint fishy smell.

The four walls of the cabin are all dark and transparent mirrors, and the figures of people appear ridiculously distorted in it, and the dim light drags the shadows strangely.

Yuan Yang stretched out his hand to touch the mirror, and found that his bald head had turned into a pointed head.

After staring in the mirror for a while, he suddenly realized that Mo Yin had already gone far away, and hurriedly followed.

When stepping on the glazed ground, the footsteps will become transparent and crisp, and every step seems to be playing a butterfly piano.

A ray of light shone on the veil of Moyin, glowing a dull purple.

The cabin was very empty, with only a few columns and armrests, and the flickering candles made people flicker around.

Yuan Yang raised his head and found that the roof of the cabin was completely pitch black, which is probably the reason for the darkness in the room.

The owner of the ship walked up to a pillar, and he seemed to pull something. There was an astonishing clanking sound in the cabin, and the ground began to shake violently.

"The divine bird has appeared, please look to the ground."

Everyone held on to the handrails tightly, and lowered their heads in trepidation while shaking.

The originally blurred glass under their feet became extremely clear. When they looked down, the sudden sense of suspension made people feel great fear, and they clenched the handrails tightly.

The sea breeze of the fishy tide passed through the hall.

"Is there... water on the boat?"

The noble lady covered her mouth with her fat hands, leaned against the pillar, and let out an exclamation

The short boss knelt down on the glazed ground excitedly, widening his eyes desperately to distinguish the scene under the glazed ground. .

Under the glass, there is a whole pool of clear green water, which fluctuates with the movement of the boat, and a strange lingering light is refracted from the thin surface of the glass. The light is reflected by the mirrors around, and the faint green light immediately fills the whole room.

The sound of the green water tumbling was drowned out by the sound of the waves.

"It's so beautiful..." Mr. Junlang shook off the fan in his hand, and couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

The concubine of Changqun watched her pink robe being dyed dark blue by the light, and she couldn't help but look towards the undulating ground.

"what!!!"

Fat Ci looked at the woman in front of him suddenly falling towards him, caught off guard, slipped on the sole of his foot, and fell straight backwards, the whole figure was like a soft ball, making a muffled sound on the glass surface.

"What is this, what is this, monster!"

Miss Chang Qun sat slumped on Fat Cimei's body and squeezed backward desperately. There was a huge muddy object under her moving toes.

That's a huge eye.

The eyeball in that eye was moving slowly, creating bubbles in the green water.

Everyone present seemed to be stared at by those eyes, froze in place and did not dare to move.

Silence lingered in the air, that eye slowly pulled away from the glazed surface, and then, a flip, the monster sent its other eye, almost all of which were weird whites, which were extremely small in comparison. But the eyeballs were turning rapidly, as if they were about to jump out.

The green water was sloshing, and a large area of ​​blisters rolled upwards. Something was rapidly approaching the glazed surface.

The feathers are large black feathers, the kind of entangled, messy, pitch-black feathers that are soaked in green water. If you observe carefully, you can see that there are many white soft worms wriggling in the monster's flesh and blood.

The tall one covered his mouth, his stomach churning violently. "This is what the second master Guan said... the divine bird?"

The captain did not make a sound, but the short boss who had been kneeling on the ground shouted excitedly: "Of course, of course! Have you ever seen an ordinary bird that can swim in the water!" His whole body was trembling, "Master Guan Er, you make an offer, I'll buy it, I'll buy it!"

While he was speaking, the monster gradually got into the water, and after the glazed ground shook again, all the feathers on the water surface sank to the bottom, leaving only a layer of small white bugs struggling on the surface.

"This divine bird is priceless." The eldest lady, who had been silent just now, stepped forward, "If one of you can guess father's question correctly during the voyage, then this divine bird will be worthless." Forever to that one."

"What's the problem?" The tall withered man and the short boss yelled at the same time. The short boss turned his head and gave him a hard look. The tall withered man looked sluggish and took a few steps back stiffly.

The captain let out bursts of laughter in a deep voice, and raised his hand gracefully and slowly, "Yuanyang, please explain to them what kind of bird this is."

Yuan Yang, who had been nestling next to Mo Yin, staring at the ceiling in a daze, was suddenly called. He was stunned for a while, met everyone's gaze, and recited the words in his mind.

"During the period of Yan and Huang, the Yellow Emperor killed Chi You, and a cockroach and a tiger accidentally devoured a woman. For seven days, the Yellow Emperor mourned and buried him in a heavy coffin. A bird flew over his tomb, and his voice called himself a sad soul. , so it is called the soul-scarring bird."

The captain nodded slightly, and continued: "Yes, this is the soul-sorrowing bird. It usually appears when a loyal person is killed, or when a grievance is unresolved. This divine bird is not accepted by the gods because of its ugly appearance. It's hidden in the mountains where wars start and the world returns." He paused, then took his hookah from his daughter, "My question is very simple, what does this soul-scaring bird eat?"

"You don't need to rush to give the answer. Father has already asked someone to lay down a drawing board in the main cabin. Whoever draws the correct pattern on it will get this divine bird."

The businessman valued profits, and the short boss's eyes radiated even more when he heard this.

"It's too late now, everyone, let's return your cabins and have a few sips of hot tea." The eldest lady raised her head and walked out of the glazed room first.

Everyone had no objection, and a group of people followed behind and walked out, climbing up the stairs one after another.

When re-boarding the deck, everyone felt as if they had returned to a familiar world and regained that sense of peace of mind.

The sun shines on the deck, and the humid sea breeze continues to blow.

Yuan Yang walked back to his cabin and took out the astrolabe from the cabinet.

"Hey, Mo Yin, do you think this shit is broken? Why hasn't it stopped blinking since I got on the boat, blink, blink, blink, I knew that old man Si Ming is unreliable!"

No one responded to him, Yuan Yang felt that something was wrong.

He turned around, Mo Yin sat on the bed behind him, motionless, the veil covered his face, he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Mo Yin, Mo Yin?"

Yuan Yang cautiously approached the man in white on the bed, what happened.

He had just walked to the bed when the man stretched out his hand, and a strong force dragged him down, Yuan Yang flung himself into Mo Yin's embrace, and the strong fragrance immediately filled his consciousness.

"What... what's wrong?"

Before Yuan Yang could finish his sentence, the man stretched out his arms, and they were fastened firmly behind his back, which seemed to be getting tighter and tighter.

Yuan Yang felt that he was about to be rubbed into Mo Yin's body, squeezed so airtight, he moved vigorously, finally pulled his head out, and sucked in fresh air.

"Mo Yin, what happened to you?"

Yuan Yang twisted his body and found that it was difficult to move an inch. The man's arms were like pliers, nailing him firmly.

"Mo Yin, Mo Yin... Mo Yin?"

Yuan Yang was stunned suddenly.

From under Mo Yin's veil, blood-red liquid dripped continuously, those warm beads that seemed to have been broken, sprinkled one by one on Yuan Yang's neck and the back of his hands.

Blood-red teardrops flowed down Yuanyang's skin, leaving irregular long marks, and then hovered over the fingertips.The warmth that dripped on his neck flowed down the river, trickling into his robe, causing trembling.

"What's the matter, how did this happen?"

Yuan Yang thought he was someone who had seen big scenes, but now he panicked like a six-year-old child, he was in a hurry, he hesitated, he didn't move, he didn't move.

They didn't dare to get up to take the veil for Mo Yin.

"Big man... man... no, no, no, what made you sad, my brother will fight for you!"

Like an old woman, Yuan Yang carefully put his hands behind Mo Yin's back, and patted them lightly.

"The blood and tears are beyond my control."

Mo Yin finally made a sound, he felt his limbs twitching and aching, as if countless insects and ants were gnawing at his bones and sucking his bone marrow, and the moisture in his eyes did not obey the control of his consciousness at all, and fell directly out.

Yuan Yang breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to pat his back stiffly and gently.

"But what's the unspeakable secret?" Yuan Yang recalled the scene of "sword dancing and weeping demon king" at the feast of the three realms.

"Trigger... It's because of your physique, when you see something, it will become like this."

Crying like this, Yaojun's eyebrows are completely indifferent, but he has become extremely greedy for the woody fragrance on that person's body.

More.

More is needed.

Mo Yin hugged Yuan Yang even tighter, "I don't know why, but the woody scent on Immortal Yuan Yang's body seems to have the effect of relieving pain, and the severe pain just now eased a little."

Yuan Yang looked at Mo Yin who was hugging him, and while talking, tears kept dripping down, and he couldn't help feeling a sense of sympathy for each other.

"You said there was a trigger, what triggered you?" Yuan Yang guided carefully, the movements of his hands didn't stop, and the cool silk was inserted into his fingers from time to time.

"Since I met that soul-wrenching bird..."

Only after Mo Yin uttered the words "soul-scaring bird" did the bone-piercing pain suddenly intensify, and he squeezed Yuan Yang's bone hard enough with his hands.

"Let me hold you for a while."

Yuan Yang panicked.

"Okay, okay, as long as Yaojun is willing to hug her!"

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When you see the little angels here, don't carelessly press the favorite button! (rubbing hands)