Merry little roll

The Qingshi platform was very humid, and there were finely shredded cotton fluffs floating in the sky, slowly blowing down onto Yuan Yang's arm.

His heart was itching.

The eaves outside the window were built too flat, and from a distance it was just a featureless earth-gray line. After looking at it for a long time, I thought that the world was divided into two without any difference.The afternoon sun was just right, the wild cat shook off the fur that was wet by the rain yesterday, climbed up the eaves of the wall with a snort, blew its nose, and then lazily put its head down to bask in the sun.

"What are you looking at?"

The Yaojun was elusive as always, and Yuan Yang's sun-burned ears inevitably twitched.

"Looking at a little brother."

Mo Yin followed his gaze, "Cat?"

"Yes, Brother Cat."

"What is it doing?"

"It..." Brother Wildcat has very good hearing, as if he has heard their voices, his drooping ears moved slightly. "Probably what Spring and Autumn Ono Dream."

Mo Yin stretched out her knuckle-boned hands in front of Yuan Yang, paused, and then gently picked up the old scroll on the table.Yuan Yang was in a daze, and the shadow of the Soul-Sorrowing Bird vaguely emerged from his mind, and the tall and straight figure in the ice and snow that day became more and more distinct.

"Prickly" Because of the long time, the yellowed pages still had to make the sound of breaking and decaying under the infiltration of spiritual power. Mo Yin continued to turn down, and his movements were a little lighter.Yuan Yang on the side also followed Mo Yin's gaze to the book, moving his gaze through the blurred lines.

"Mo Yin Yaojun, I have a question."

"Ah."

"How tall are you...?" Yuan Yang originally thought that the demon king was only half a head taller than himself. What do you think, now I think that the person's height after unlocking the seal seems to be about three heads taller than him.

He is tall and imposing in the fairyland, and he can only look up at people, so people have to care.

Mo Yin seemed to have seen his thoughts, the face under the veil seemed to be smiling, and seemed to be staring at him at the same time, Yuanyang was rarely excited. "It's not... I'm really envious of Yaojun's stalwart figure."

Mo Yin didn't speak, just put his fingers on the yellowed pages, Yuan Yang looked along his fingertips. ——Ancient God of War, Xiaoyao, eight feet two inches tall.

"Five." When Mo Yin uttered the five characters, the lines appeared as the palms spread out, and the sound of spring water sounded, and Yuan Yang could almost smell the cool taste of ice water.

Four inches off.

He swallowed the "one" in his heart, but his eyes were attracted by Mo Yin's hand again, it was cold, his fingers were interlocked, and they were holding each other...

Yuan Yang coughed in his heart, barely stopped.

"Patta" the branches outside the door swayed, the dozing wild cat stretched, arched its body and shook its head, and then suddenly jumped down from the height.

It was slightly cold in the morning, dew dripped on the slender leaves, and several transparent insects crawled over, rubbing their small wings on the turquoise veins.Last night's fresh rain knocked off the petals and scattered them on the green bricks wetly. The muddy water bubbled up and wet the flower cores.

"Hey, the muddy water on the ground!" The eldest lady rolled up her long skirt, her delicate eyebrows furrowed in a good-natured manner.She felt itchy this morning, so she deliberately picked out a floor-length dress, and the light red skirt dragged straight to the ground, who would have thought that it would be settled by the clods of dirt on the ground in an instant.

"Miss, you are so careless again, this dress is ruined, I will ask the servant girl to wash it for you later."

"Why are you so indifferent." The eldest lady kept looking down at her soiled skirt, and she knew it was the round-faced servant without looking up. "It's just because my brother appreciates you, it's just a small round face, hum, if my brother is here, he will never let my skirt get dirty..."

When she said this, the eldest lady gradually darkened her eyes. "pity......"

She raised her head, only to find a boy in black clothes who was about the same size as her standing in front of her, and she stepped back a few steps in fright. "Who are you?"

The boy in black wears a flat bamboo hat with a slanted bamboo hat, and a few thin red brocade ribbons hang down from it. He stares intently at the eldest lady with his deep black eyes, reflecting incredible light like some kind of animal.The boy stretched out his hand and slowly reached out to the eldest lady. She could even feel the sound of each of his knuckles.

"Snapped"

"What are you doing, what are you doing!" The round-faced servant knocked down the boy's outstretched hand neatly, "Even if you are an adult sent by the mountain god, you can't make a move. Just now he looked like a fool, why? Once he sees our young lady, he becomes such a thug!" He strode up to the eldest lady.

I don't know if it was the effect of this slap, but the light in the black-clothed boy's eyes was fleeting. He lowered his head silently, and all the vitality around him disappeared at once, and he became the lifeless look at the beginning again.

The round-faced servant looked at the novelty, and couldn't help but slapped his mouth and turned around in front of the black-clothed boy, "You are so funny, why do I say that you shrink back like a quail bird, how can a man cringe? Yes, I'm really curious how you were chosen to be the envoy of the mountain god... Hey, hey, miss, what are you doing!"

The eldest lady grabbed the braid at the back of the little round face's head and pulled it desperately, the nagging mouth finally closed.

"Master Messenger, don't listen to this guy's nonsense, he has some problems in his mind, let me take you to see your father later." The eldest lady lowered her head, and happened to see the dagger hanging from the boy's waist, "I don't know , Why did the Messenger look at me like that just now?"

The black-clothed boy was dumbfounded, looking up at the eldest lady in a little bewilderment, but his eyes were completely blank.

"Miss, he seems to be dumb." Xiaoyuan's face was being pulled by the braid and he was not being honest, looking at the knife in the boy's waist with an eager look on his face.

Hei Panzi's ears trembled in the wind, the brocade belt hanging on his forehead covered his sight, his mouth twitched slightly, and a sentence floated out of his mouth.

"You look just like him...really."

The eldest lady was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help opening her eyes wide.

When he said this, an orange cat happened to jump down from the wall. It meowed nonchalantly, then twisted its body and slid out, like an orange sword.

The leaves on the branches have long been wet by last night's rain, and the old rain and new dew are dripping on the bare branches.Three or two girls walked slowly in the yard with showers and bamboo baskets in their hands, and the sound of their footsteps was actually softer than that of the cat that jumped down the wall.

"Smelly Taoist priest, do you think it's strange?" The little girl crossed her legs, and there was a flash of electric current in her hand, which was light blue at first, and then gradually turned into deep purple, flowing back and forth.

The man in Tsing Yi sat on the wooden chair and carefully adjusted the painting on the painting plate. The rice paper was a little damp, and the corners were curled together due to wrinkling.The little girl with cross-legged legs leaned against his wooden chair and sat on the floor. When she swayed her feet like this, she shook the man in Tsing Yi. Not only did the wooden chair creak, but even the ink on the table was shaken. Small swirls.

"Sit down." The man in Tsing Yi made a short voice, but his eyes were still fixed on Danqing.

The little girl frowned, and the spherical electric current in her hand burst with a "pop", spreading along her wrist to her body.

"Smelly Taoist, you don't talk much, but you have a lot of demands." The little girl pinched the corner of the man's Tsing Yi, held it in her hand like a small animal, and tore it.

"You turned me into this, it's inconvenient to do anything. I don't know why you came here, and you ignored me when I talked to you. I can understand that you are planning to kill me. This corner I can't escape from the place, I don't even have anyone to talk to, I call you and you don't agree to me, didn't you say you want to influence me, I think you want to suffocate me to death."

"You..." The man in Tsing Yi finally responded, and turned to look at the little girl sitting on the ground.

"You, you, I don't have a name, so I can say that all beings are equal, and I don't even bother to call my name. How did you get kicked out of the teacher? Is it because you don't like to talk to people?"

"you......."

"I really don't understand, why would you find such a dilapidated place and draw pictures of strange things like 'mountain gods'. This kind of thing sounds fake. Is your brain flooded or what? Yes, superstition!" The little girl raised her eyes. "I look down on you."

"Are all demons so talkative?" The man in blue stretched out his hand to cover the little girl's mouth, staring at her intently. "Don't talk anymore, you will buy candy later."

The little girl struggled symbolically. "You think I'm a three-year-old kid?"

She squeezed the corner of the man's clothes, but said nothing.

The bell outside the window was blown, and there were echoing low sounds, and the brass-colored patterns swirled in the wind.

The servants in the backyard come and go, moving lightly on the bluestone slabs.

"grown ups."

The door was gently opened, and the pale man struggled to crawl out of the bed while coughing, his entire face was bloodless.

"You don't have to get up, are you feeling better recently?"

The lord walked to the pale man's bed in the dark vision, and seemed to be holding something in his arms.

"It's much better, I still want to thank you for taking me in."

"Don't worry, you can stay for as long as you want. If you are bored, you can go out for a walk, but you must pay attention to wearing our clothes here. Biluo Villa is small, and I don't care about unexpected visitors, but there are always some people. Radicals are using this as an excuse, and you need to pay attention."

"Thank you for your reminder, my lord." The pale man was attracted by the silhouette protruding from the lord's arms, trying to distinguish in the darkness. "My lord, what are you holding in your arms?"

"Ah, you said it." The adult laughed in a low voice, stretched out his hand and stroked the things in his arms. "It's called Brass, and it's one of my cats."

"Brass?" The pale man's heart moved, and he looked at the cat carefully, only to find that the cat had already fallen asleep and remained motionless. "I slept so soundly."

"Yes." The adult patted the cat. "Too sound asleep."

The wind passed by outside the window, and the bell on the eaves trembled again.