Merry little roll

"As for the sacrificial offering, you should prepare quickly."

The lady quickly shuttled through the corridor, and the wooden clogs made a "da da da" sound in the corridor.

The servants behind her retreated after hearing the words, and went to work elsewhere.

The morning wind blew on her face, which was a little moist, with the freshness of grass and dust.

In response to the rain last night, the ground in the courtyard was covered with broken petals, and the crystal water drops were translucent, and they were about to fall from the willow leaves.

The young lady passed the pale young man's room, the wooden door was closed tightly, and she didn't know if she was in better health.

This man was caught by a cat, and he might not live long.

She paused for a while, then continued to walk forward, turned around, crossed a small cobblestone field, and then walked to the other end of the corridor.

"Hey!"

She didn't pay attention to her feet, the wooden clogs were caught by a small hook on the floor, she fell backwards, Wusi drew a curved arc in the air, her eyes widened in horror, and she couldn't help letting out an exclamation.

"boom."

As soon as Yuan Yang pushed open the door, he saw a woman leaning towards him. Without hesitation, he teleported to the back of the young lady, and stretched out his arms to wrap her waist.

The young lady's goose-yellow clothes fluttered in the wind, the tulle that touched the skin was cool and smooth, brushed against Yuan Yang's arm, and the unique softness of a woman fell on his arm.

The young lady lowered her head, her closed eyes slowly opened, a vermilion burst into her eyes suddenly, a powerful warmth came from her waist, and she looked along the lines of the brocade robe, her hands, arms, shoulders, neck, chin ...

She just saw the lips of the man in red, and suddenly, the strength supporting her waist was pulled away instantly, and her body suddenly fell to the ground, because she was caught off guard, she slammed her head hard on the stone floor, making a "bang" sound. There was a muffled sound, and the rainwater accumulated on the ground soaked through the clothes along the tulle.

The young lady lay on the ground with her eyes wide open, dizzy and dizzy, yet she didn't realize what happened.

Yuan Yang froze in place, the hand that had just been stretched out to support the young lady was trembling in mid-air, there were vaguely scalding patterns extending from the palm of the hand to his arm, the feeling of nausea revived in the body again, everyone There is a tendency to intensify.

Mo Yin heard the noise, walked out of the room, and came behind Yuan Yang.

"Mo Yin..." Yuan Yang smelled the familiar fragrance, he took a few steps back, his temples were burning with pain, "give me your hand."

The veil fluttered in the wind, Mo Yin froze for a moment, then stretched out her hand silently.

"Thanks……"

After a long drought and rain, Yuan Yang grabbed Mo Yin's hand fiercely like a hungry tiger rushing for food, and his fingers scrambled to insert into the gap between the Yaojun's palm, not letting go of every corner, so tightly that there was nothing left.

The cold touch spread down the palm of his hand, Yuan Yang sighed lightly, his tense nerves relaxed, the tingling pain gradually disappeared, the reincarnation pattern gradually faded, and finally disappeared into the skin.

From the young lady's angle, I could just see two hands with interlocking fingers.

She was stunned.

Are people outside the mountain so strange?

"Thump, thud, thump..." There was a sound of disorganized footsteps on the cobblestone floor, and the round-faced servant ran over in a panic, and hurriedly supported the young lady who was lying on the ground with his hands, and helped her up.

"Miss, what are you doing on the floor?"

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault..."

The round-faced servant raised his head, only to see the umbrella bearer in red outside the door yesterday hiding behind a tall man wearing a veil, his face pale.

"Doctor..." The servant helped up their young lady, as if suddenly remembering something, he suddenly turned to Yuanyang. "There are only a few medical clinics in Biluo Mountain Villa. I have never heard of you. Are you... from outside?"

"Yes."

"From outside the mountains?"

"Yes."

A strange color flashed across the round-faced servant's eyes, his hand dropped, and accidentally brushed the young lady's buttocks, the young lady leaned forward a few steps immediately.

"There's nothing else, so let's go first." Mo Yin saw the look on the servant's face, but didn't say much.

His hand was tightly locked by someone, and the scalding heat came from Yuan Yang's palm continuously. The Yaojun tried to move his hand, but found that the other's hand was like brown sugar, not only refused to relax , but gripped even tighter.

"clatter"

The bamboo tubes in the courtyard are filled with water and droop naturally. The water in the tubes flows downwards. The upper bamboo tubes tilt their heads back to their original balance, and the tails tap on the stones, making a crisp sound.

There were rustling noises outside the door, and the pale man coughed a few times, slowly got up from the bed, and walked slowly towards the window.

The sunlight penetrated through the gap in the window and hit the man's pale face. He stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, and his slender eyebrows frowned slightly.

The noisy voice came from the courtyard.

"Miss, has the master gone crazy? Why are all outsiders brought to the house!"

"I do not know."

"Miss!"

"You don't have to ask."

"I know, the lady has changed her mind too."

"You bullshit!"

"..."

Hearing this, hurried footsteps suddenly approached his room, and the pale man took a few steps back suddenly, but coughed a few times uncontrollably in his throat.

"Tap-tat-tat" sound of clogs tapping on wooden boards.

"Squeak!" The round-faced servant opened the door.

The room was pitch black, the quilt on the bed was slightly raised, and the dust floating in the air swirled in the reflection of the sunlight.

"cough cough"

There were several muffled coughing sounds from the quilt, and there was a lingering smell of paint in the room.

The round-faced servant took a last look at the room, and shut the door angrily with a "bang".There was no one in the corridor, and in his mind, the clods of mud on the young lady's light-yellow clothes appeared for a while, the coughing of the pale man, and the brocade robe that was as red as fire appeared in his mind for a while.

"Outsiders, sooner or later, will be killed by cats."

The round-faced servant's lips trembled a few times, and the words he spoke were deep and misty, which were instantly lost in the sound of the wind.

On the side of the mountain, a large cloud of flowers was blown by the wind, and scattered petals kept falling down, like a precarious dream.

On the other side of the mountain, there is a dusty gray-red land. Groundhogs and insects and ants move around in the potholes. The fine soil flows down like running water, and the dry soil is crushed by ox hoofs and plows, turning into dust. Soar into the air.

The corn beat against the wind, making a whirring sound, and the dust on the field was thrown into the air, forming streaks of gray smoke.

A few old men wearing straw hats shuttled through the fields, all in bunts, their dark skin was exposed, and there were hard calluses on the jaws and palms of their tigers.

The dark boy walked on the winding path, his steps were slow, and the scimitar at his waist swayed with his movements.

"Black Pancake!"

The old man driving the cattle let out a yell, and his skinny hands were bruised from the rope used to pull the cattle.

"Old man." The boy turned around and nodded in a gesture. The old cow next to the old man snorted loudly, as if he was also saying hello.

"Hei Panzi, you have become a mountain god, but don't forget about us!" The old men in the field waved their hands.

The boy didn't answer any more, but suddenly looked towards the sky.Dust was flying in the sky, and a falcon flew through the air. After spinning a few times, it dived straight down the hillside, bursting out a burst of air.

The setting sun is crooked, unable to penetrate the thick dust.

"Hei Panzi, where are you going?"

"Where am I going..." The black pan boy drew lines on the ground with his feet, one after another, "I'm going to the cat's residence to monitor the sacrifice of the mountain god."

The falcon swoops down the hillside, and the waving of its wings drives a burst of airflow. It passes through the dust, and then flies up to the cloud of floating petals, shuttling up and down.

In front are the eaves of a group of mansions, and there are delicate green potted plants between the wooden pavilions. The falcon landed slowly, flapping its wings and landing on the branch of a willow tree.

"boom"

A tiny white light suddenly burst out from the wooden window, barely hitting the branch where the falcon was resting, causing it to fly away screaming in an instant.

"Don't mess around"

Inside the wooden window, came the calm voice of the man in Tsing Yi.

"You don't care about me!" The one who spoke was the little girl who was timidly hiding behind the man in Tsing Yi yesterday. She was lying on the ground, her legs raised up and her legs were shaking.A little electricity flowed in the palm of her hand, making a flowing sound of "嗞嗞嗞". "Smelly Taoist priest, when did you let me go!"

"Stop swearing."

The bells on the eaves of the wooden windows made a crisp sound of "jingling", and the short red and green ribbons swayed in the wind.

There is a large table in the corner of the room, the table is almost half the length of the wall, a huge drawing paper is spread out on the wooden table, covering the entire wooden table, and the corners are tightly suppressed by the carved ruler.

The man in Tsing Yi rolled up his sleeves, lowered his brows and eyes, and put the brush in his hand on the drawing paper, carefully sketching the outline of the landscape.

"How long do you have to draw like this?" The little girl kicked her feet violently, and the wooden clogs on her feet fell out, and one of them happened to rub against the man's Tsing Yi, leaving black and conspicuous stains. "You don't know how to use Taoism. You've been here for a few years. Are you stupid?"

"Don't step on the wooden clogs indiscriminately." The man in Tsing Yi put down his pen, picked up the clogs scattered on the ground, and put them on the little girl's bare feet again.

"Zimu, when will you let me go back?" Seeing the man in Tsing Yi pick up the brush again, the little girl felt bored, she gathered spiritual power in her hand, and listened to the sound of electricity flowing in it boredly.

"I don't know what that old Buxiu is doing?"

"Stop swearing."

In the courtyard, the startled falcon circled and landed again, flying low among the potted plants in the corridor.

"Swipe" across the eaves, it shakes off the feathers on its wings, brings up a gust of air, and slightly lifts the veil on Mo Yin's face.

Yuan Yang stood beside him, a little embarrassed.

At the end of the corridor is the backyard. A woman in a skirt is sitting on the bluestone, vigorously scrubbing the contents of the barrel, her callused hands turning white from the soaking in the well water.

Her hair was disheveled, and crystal sweat dripped from the corner of her forehead. I don't know if it was sweat or acacia water splashing out of the laundry tub.

Mo Yin lowered his head and looked at Yuan Yang who was holding his hand tightly, the cold palm was inadvertently wrapped in warmth.

The effect of the reincarnation flower is still there, Yuan Yang is dizzy, and looks down along Mo Yin's line of sight, only then can he realize that this old rascal is still holding someone else's hand.

He loosened his hand, pulled his fingers away from the gap between Mo Yin's fingers, and was about to put his hand down completely.

"DengDeng"

The woman in the smock held the barrel to her chest, her hair was strewn across the corridor, and the straw sandals made a dull sound on the board. She didn't look up, but hugged the barrel tightly and walked straight towards the two of them.

Seeing the woman striding forward, Yuan Yang felt dizzy, and was so frightened that he immediately inserted his fingers back into Yao Jun's palm, which seemed to be getting tighter and tighter.

The woman passed them by, her upper body slightly bent, completely covering the mouth of the barrel.

Yaojun turned his head and looked thoughtfully at the woman in the skirt striding past.

"DengDeng"

The woman turned around through the corridor, and then straightened her waist, and lifted the wooden barrel tightly in her arms.She hopped over the cobblestones and jolted up another corridor, going on and on until she reached the room at the end of the corridor.

"Master, I have brought something."

"Squeaky" The woman pushed open the door and carried the wooden barrel in, water swayed in it, and inevitably splashed onto the floor.

The middle-aged man in purple robe leaned on crutches and slowly approached the door, his footsteps were so soft that they could not be heard.

He raised his head and looked into the barrel, his eyes reflected a faint light.

"It's a cat."

He showed a look of satisfaction and enjoyment.

Chu Chi laughed.