Merry little roll

The captain squatted on the glazed board, his fingers trembling constantly. He put the hookah on the ground and tapped it, making a crisp sound of "knocking".

The green water was floating, and the soul-sorrowing bird was spinning under his feet.

There is only a glazed surface between humans and birds, and the shadows of people are projected into the illusory green water, while the floating birds rotate on the glazed surface.

In the mirror image, I don't know whether it is a bird as a human shadow or a man as a bird shadow.

In the turbulent green water, pale thin skins slowly float up, gradually converging into one place, tilting in the ups and downs of the water waves, spit out strings of blisters.

Looking closer, those thin skins are biting each other fiercely and full of resentment.

It was a human face.

These faces floated on the surface of the pool, pulling out their tongues, already white and wrinkled from the soak.

Red duck's face, Zhang Futian's face, Shen Zishu's face, Tian Sanqing's face, Yan Erniang's face, they floated up and down in the green water, and from time to time, white bugs crawled into those pale, almost transparent skins up, wriggling in the flocculent flesh.

The faces let out a dissatisfied cry of "cuckoo".

The captain couldn't help himself, he held his breath, his throat trembled, and then he let out a low cry of "cuckoo".

The soul-sorrowing bird and the captain looked at each other.

It suddenly closed its eyes of different sizes, and plunged into the seemingly bottomless green water, and the swaying feathers permeated with resentment and determination.

A large number of air bubbles rushed to the surface of the water.

The captain tapped the hookah in his hand and let out another "cuckoo" sound.

"Master Ye, when will you start?"

The stunned captain turned his head, his mouth that made the "cuckoo" sound was still pouted stiffly.

Two people walked towards them, one was the eldest lady with her head held high, and the other was the fat and kind eyebrow who should have been buried in the sea.

"My lord, I don't know how long I will be able to repay this kindness! If the master is reluctant to do it, let me do it." The sun shines through the glazed room, and the light passes through the body of the young lady. Cover her in a cloud of nothingness.Her face changed under the green light, for a while it was the intact look of a young lady, and for a while it was the face of a strange woman covered with burns.

"The bluegrass is already an inhuman body, even if it kills people and commits crimes, at most it will be wiped out in ashes."

The eldest lady raised the corners of her mouth, and a hot light burst out from her eyes.

Fat and kindly eyebrows watched, without saying a word, but holding a kind and charitable smiling face honestly.

Guan Ye lowered his eyes, his face full of vicissitudes showed melancholy and hesitation, he held back the "cuckoo" sound in his throat, and stroked the cold glazed ground with his hands.

"It's almost...it's time to come."

Just as he finished speaking, the glazed surface suddenly made a dull crashing sound.

"boom."

"Bang bang."

"Bang bang bang!"

Like the heartbeat of a human being, it goes faster and faster.

Until, burst...

The whole ship shook violently, and the mirrors around the glazed room burst suddenly, falling with a "thunderbolt" and colliding with each other sharply, harsh and dangerous.

Outside the cabin, the servants shouted in panic, and their hurried steps kicked on the slippery wooden boards.

Yuan Yang in the room was dozing lightly, when he suddenly felt the ground shaking, and opened his eyes suddenly.

The cabin shook violently, shaking off bursts of dust.

With the ship as the center, the surrounding waves rolled desperately, violently hitting the hull.

Yuan Yang poked his head out, and found a huge vortex suddenly appeared not far from the boat, which was constantly spinning and approaching the hull.

Under the vortex, it seemed that something was about to break through the waves.

In an instant, a huge black wing jumped out of the vortex like a whale, and then "swiped" and fell back into the sea.

The waves are stirred up to a thousand layers high, and the hull is like a thin blade in a hurricane. Under the impact of the thousand layers of waves, it sinks and floats rapidly, and tilts into an incredible angle.

The water waves stirred up in the air rushed back to the sea surface again, hitting the deck like a torrential rain, making the sound of "swiping, swishing, swishing".

The servants on the deck were covered in bunts and were already soaked. They walked with difficulty in the wind and waves, shouting loudly, "Quickly turn the ship!" The wooden barrels and railings next to it, so as not to slip out of the boat and fall forever into this gnawing deep sea.

God, it's dark.

"Strange...monster!"

An old servant stared wide-eyed, and shouted out a hoarse voice with trembling lips. A black shadow was reflected in his eyes, growing bigger and bigger at a terrifying speed.

Everyone followed his gaze to the sky.

it's dark.

A huge black shadow covered the sky and covered the sun. It spread from the swaying water to the sky. The damp and stench of the sea breeze swept everyone, and wet and tangled feathers kept falling on the deck, which was big enough to cover the entire people.

For such a huge ship, it is as small as a mould.

The monster seems to have wings, and it is constantly waving on the water surface, but it does not pull away from the sea water. It twists its body slowly, bypasses the top of the ship, and wraps itself in a half circle like a mollusk, engulfing the ship. in arms.

The giant bird bent down, letting its feathers float in the water, and its sharp beak streaked through the air.

Everyone raised their heads, and saw two huge holes that glowed with green light.

Inside the hole, something black was spinning.

It seemed to be huge eyeballs, and it seemed to be countless writhing scorched black faces. All the servants who looked at it hugged their heads in pain, knelt on the ground and screamed desperately.They seem to see countless faces of themselves in the huge eyes, one big and one small.

The soul-sorrowing bird let out a sharp cry from its chest, and danced its huge body excitedly. .

At this moment, Yuan Yang jumped down from the window, and at the same time as he fell, a beam of warm light enveloped him, the air current exploded around his ears, and the red robe swelled in the wind, so he simply took off the outer robe.The slender girdle fluttered in the air and landed danglingly on the wooden railing.

Yuan Yang stood on the cabin, his robe fluttering in the wind, and the skirt was blown up.He narrowed his eyes and looked at the monster that blocked the sky.

The blackness was spreading, and the miasma swirled around the monster, blowing out a hurricane invisible to the naked eye.

It seemed that there were spiritual elements swirling in this hurricane, he sniffed it, it was too strange.

and many more.

Yuan Yang suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"It's magic!"

"It's demon energy." Mo Yin walked behind him at some point, and made voices with him one after the other.

Yuan Yang spun out the two wooden beads from his palm, spiritual power evaporated in his hand, the beads shot out like arrows, and they rushed to the sky with white light, making a sharp sound of piercing through the sky.

There was another violent shaking, and the soul-sorrowing bird widened its big and small eyes, and screamed fiercely.

The wooden bead seemed to have its own soul, spinning in the air, Yuan Yang's spiritual power was attached to it, and a white mist was diffused.The wooden beads fell into the flesh for a while, and pulled out for a while, without muddling, moving according to a certain rhythm in the cycle.

Blood water and feathers continuously fell from the skin of the soul-scarring bird, and fell in large chunks on the sea surface, scarlet blood spreading in the water.It beat the water hard with its wings, causing more waves to splash on the cabin, almost cutting through the planks.

The two beads fell slowly, and returned to Yuan Yang's palm under a cloud of mist, hot to the point of scalding.

"Yaojun, what should I do?" He turned to Mo Yin, "If you pull this bird and move your whole body, if you move this bird, the boat will be destroyed."

Mo Yin didn't make a sound, he raised his head, and the veil covering his face shook violently in the wind.The familiar pain returned to his body.Fluid dripped from his eye sockets, and he wiped it away with his hands.

Spreading out the palm, it was already blood red.

There was a powerful force hitting Mo Yin's atrium, and his head seemed to be squeezed by something.

Drops of red blood fell to the ground drop by drop, splashed, and then slowly spread to the gap.

Time is up.

A gust of air suddenly rose from the tops of the two people's heads, and the spiritual power that swept through the fluffy hair gradually entangled, gathered, and took shape.

A mysterious sword hangs in mid-air.

The whole body of the sword was black, but a dark red light flashed the moment Mo Yin held it.

At that moment, the veil that had been covering his face disappeared instantly like a fluttering illusory light and shadow.

Yuan Yang's eyes reflected the appearance of the sword-wielding man.

He Qi's son is full of heroism.

The face of Xianyao Chi seen through the tulle is just a vague description.What appeared in front of Yuan Yang now was the clear outline of Yao Jun.

Different from Yaojun's gentle voice, his face is completely cold, just like the god in ancient mythology who hides in the world of ice and snow, with no emotion in his brows.The Yaojun's eyes are like a fairy and a demon, as if the waves have not changed since ancient times.

But it looks like an ice fairy from beyond the sky.

It's not as warm as water in Yuan Yang's imagination.

No wonder the Yaojun is dressed in white, looking at him like this, this person looks more like a God who is nine days away than a real god like him.

Under the wind, thousands of blue hairs and a pathetic and cold dress appeared.

"Mo Yin... what are you going to do?"

Yaojun heard the words and turned to Yuanyang.

While time was flickering and concealing, Yuan Yang saw blood continuously rolling down from Mo Yin's eyes, and there was a hot golden mark on Yaojun's forehead, which was faintly glowing, the shape was indescribably strange but familiar.

He rolled his eyes.

"Yaojun, this bird cannot be killed."

"Don't kill it."

Yuan Yang was stunned for a moment, but Yao Jun's voice was still like a spring.

"Who are you, what are you going to do, put down the sword!"

There was a sound of flustered footsteps on the cabin, the owner was followed by the young lady, who was hurrying towards the place where the two were standing, the wind and rain made the two of them sway on the wet deck, the owner staggered, completely It lost its usual dignity.

"Yuanyang, who is this!"

Yuan Yang was about to explain, but who would have thought that the Yaojun beside him suddenly turned around.

Yibo made a sound of shattering, and the cold black sword pierced into warm flesh and blood.

The captain stared wide-eyed, lowered his head, looked at the mysterious sword piercing through his body, and made a "cuckoo" sound in his throat.

Mo Yin held the hilt of his sword in his hand, with a cold expression on his face.

"Cuckoo, cluck"

The hull swayed, and there was a gust of wind and waves.

The soul-sorrowing bird above his head uttered the most miserable cry.