Merry little roll

The Demon Slaying Sword pierced into the cat's corpse, black smoke billowed, and the Demon of Resentment let out a roar from the soul of the underground...

At the moment when Mo Yin made his voice, the venue was suddenly covered in silver, and all the hustle and bustle under the vastness was instantly swallowed by the thousands of miles of ice sculptures into endless silence.The unreconciled struggle, the bitter memories of the ups and downs, the rolling red flags in the distant mountains, the copper bells emitting bursts of light... were all wrapped in ice and snow into a still silence.

"rise."

Beads of blood penetrated from the left eye, and the back of Mo Yin's hand was covered with a thin layer of ice, permeating the cold mist, the golden lines attached to the pain spread all over the body, a hot golden pill was opened between the forehead, healed Play deeper and deeper.

There is snow all over the world, illusory and boundless, the hot white burns the eyes of the world, and there are only the constantly fluttering ice and snow and the careful breathing of the ice sculptures.

The dead cat with its head held high was frozen into a huge ice sculpture, its neck kept its original curvature, opened up to the sky, and roared silently.On the hunting ground, those mountain people who were screaming and fleeing also became icemen, freezing their terrified expressions at the last moment.

Yuan Yang was exposed to the scalding water in the world, his red clothes fluttered, his eyes faintly glowed with gold, something violently hit his heart, as if it was about to break through the ground, every inch of his breath brought a surge of desire.He reached out and put his hand on his heart, feeling the more and more violent jump there.

The pain was getting worse and worse.

His place should be empty, how could he feel it?

more and more violent existence.

On whom does his heart beat?

A cry came from the ice sculpture, lingering in everyone's hearts, as if it could break through the ice in the next second.

Shancheng knelt on the ice, frozen into a cry with his head raised.

But the chirping cat was dreaming—it dreamed that it was spinning and stepping on the top of the tower, pushing the people who betrayed the mountain god into the endless abyss...continuously falling, constantly falling...until it became a pool of rotten flesh and blood Vague.

The cat had a dream. In the dream, there was an early spring flower rain in the Biluo Mountain Villa. The petals fluttered and fell to the tip of its nose...

Mo Yin closed his eyes, entered that dream with the Demon Slayer Sword, and fell into the bright and worry-free flower bed that filled the sky. He opened his bleeding eyes in the cat's dream.

Demon, stunned, transformed by obsession.

Mo Yin opened his eyes...

cat opens eyes...

Master Shan opened his eyes...

'I', open your eyes - cats are really strange creatures.

Every time I pick up the cats, I can faintly smell their faint fragrance.

It makes me a little jealous.

When I pulled out their pure white intestines, a gust of hot air immediately spread along my hands. If I continue to twist the intestines into sections with scissors, juice like rotten walnuts will be squeezed out.It seems to be cutting good silk.

I like to watch them flee, soft and manic, fatally attracting my attention.The cats ran desperately, running away... until they were cut open by the sharp knife and couldn't move. Thick blood flowed from their mouths and noses, and their tongues spasmed.So I cut their heads into thirds and displayed them in beautiful places.

The elongated tongue was stiff, and in the end it could only stick to the upper jaw, permanently still.What a beautiful picture, such a picture will be firmly attached to my mind and accompany me into dreamland.

I love cats, and when I pet them, they nibble on my fingertips with their teeth gently and gently, as if in return for my love.They licked my pus-soothing wound with their rough and barbed tongues, smashing and smashing, and every time they licked, my consciousness swayed like clouds floating in the sky, and gradually curled up.

It once sneaked into my bed, but was frightened by the cat carcass in the soft bed, running around and screaming, and it also scared me, who was sleeping soundly.

I kill the cat, and the cat instigates me to become a demon.

I collect their claw webs, put them in glass bottles, and give them to my beloved woman.Because I have killed too many cats, I always feel that I have a cat-like air in me, and I don't look like a purebred demon.

In my soft hands, there are sharp claws hidden like a cat, and I can cut people's throats at any time, but we are not like this.People in the world are cruel to demons and cats, but we are very gentle. The more cruel they are, the more gentle we appear.

"dong dong dong"

The windows slammed.

I open the window.

A gigantic cat appeared with a roar, its eyes glowed green, opened its mouth, and sucked me in.The viscous liquid enveloped me, and I curled up in the pitch black with peace of mind like a baby.

Did I kill the cat, or did the cat kill me?

The cat and I love each other and cannot be separated.

The cat and I also guard the Biluo Mountain Villa—because we are cats, we can only guard the entire mountain villa, not own... Only the supreme Biluo Mountain God owns the entire mountain villa. They protect the Biluo Mountain Villa and protect its Free from the troubles of poverty, the harvest of the mountain people of Shouyou will be in the Biluogeng in March, and all the blessings under the vastness will be given to the endless mountain spirits!

The last mountain god didn't like cats, he always hid in the deep part of the temple and took a nap alone, so I secretly transported the cat corpse to the room of the mountain god, let him play in the faint green light of the spirit of the mountain god Come out with stronger power!

The elders of the previous generation called me over before they were dying. A dying person is more fragile than a dry stalk. I can almost see his heart that is gradually turning black and dry under his old and wrinkled skin. He grabbed my wrist, his eyes shone with a frightening light, and he uttered a stinky but determined word from his mouth, "Go... go... find the next generation of mountain gods... go!"

My soul trembled, and I was overwhelmed by this heavy mission, and the cat in my body screamed with frenzied blood.

I began to search endlessly.

Mountain God... Mountain God... Mountain God...

In those few years, whenever there was a woman in someone's family who was pregnant, I would always keep an eye on it and send someone to stare intently at the unborn fetus. Whenever I heard that a woman was giving birth in someone's family, I would be like an ant on a hot pot. They kept wandering around the house, waiting for the arrival of the newborn - but, things backfired.

The crying of babies is always a monotonous meowing sound. I heard the cat-like crying and walked away in loss. I can almost predict the future of these babies...sit firmly at the age of two, learn to walk at the age of four, with a small head, Short neck, asymmetrical moon face... Either I was short due to scoliosis like me, or I died early in my 40s like other mountain people.

"Only if you are not a cat, can you become a mountain god." The elder's hand was on my body, and he hit my temple with a small hammer all the time.

But with the meowing of cats all over the mountains and plains, where can I find the next generation of mountain gods?

In those days, the sound of babies crying and meowing almost filled my entire dream, which made me sweat profusely when I woke up every morning, and I had a headache for the whole day.At that time, the mountain god who was in charge was getting weaker and weaker. When I was cleaning the temple, I found several pieces of cloth from under the mat. The cloth was stained with black and red blood spots... like the steep shoulders of the mountain god when he coughed, it was dull And it's shocking...

This kind of heart-pounding continued until my wife and my child were born - that day I was like a gecko outside the door of the delivery room, watching the bright red blood seep into the bed sheet, watching the flickering candle, watching the big bean Beads of sweat poured from my wife's body, watching her life fade away while the other grew stronger... I held my breath...

A crisp baby cry echoed in the delivery room!

This is more than just reverberating in the delivery room, it is simply cutting open my head, driving away all worries and worries, leaving only the psychic, beautiful melody reverberating, spinning and rising in it!

This is the cry of human beings, this is the cry of mountain gods!

Finally found.There was a faint green light in my eyes.

Mo Yin closed his eyes again, the cat corpse trembled with the flow of evil thoughts, shaking off large pieces of bright ice crystals, the Demon Slaying Sword cut open the flesh of the cat corpse, bit its heart deeply, and let out " There was a violent shaking sound.

The black shadow shuttled, and his eyes changed again.

In the dark night, on the moss-covered stone tower, the long robe was stretched and swelled by the wind, trembling constantly.

I stood behind him, narrowing my eyes slyly like a cat.

"Master Shan, what did you bring me here for?" The people outside the mountain were really dull-minded, and he could remain so expressionless after doing such a thing.

"Tell me, what did you see today?" I reached out and grabbed his wrist like a hawk.

"Ah...Master, I'm also very surprised. I didn't expect that the mountain god-sama I've been curious about for months turned out to be brother Shancheng, but why didn't you release him from the mountain god tower...ah...because of his special status Well, don't worry, I will keep this secret, and do my best to protect the mountain god behind me!"

My heart throbbed just like his words, and my stomach kept churning with the desire to vomit—how could he... how could he despise the beliefs of Biluo Mountain Villa in such a contemptuous tone!

The mountain god is the Tao of Biluo Villa!

And he is just a rickety ant outside the mountain, why... why... why should he understate it, why should he have the face to say such words against the mountain god!

Yes...he disobeyed the mountain god...he saw the true face of the mountain god...he should die, he should die...he should die!

There was a whimpering meow in my throat, transparent blades sprouted from my nails, festering resentment flowed from my eyes, his face kept enlarging, enlarging, enlarging in front of me...

Below the stone tower is the hard mud, and behind him is the howling darkness!

I reach out -

His eyes widened as if he saw a ghost.

The cat stretches out its paws—

He let out a high-pitched chirp.

We docked our strength on the betrayer, with a satisfied smile on our face at the same time, and then...a little push!

That thin figure, like a sack filled with water, flew away comically from the mid-air, and slid into the endless darkness with a "bang"!

Ridiculously, a sigh was left on the ground.

The author has something to say:

Because the Biluo Mountain Villa is closed, the combination of a man and a woman is similar to the current inbreeding, and then their children will have a high probability of genetic diseases...a vicious circle...

Meowing Syndrome - The cytogenetic characteristic is the deletion of the distal part of the short arm of chromosome 5. Infants and young children will make a crying sound like a cat's meowing. Weaker and generally shorter lifespan...

Shancheng's 'uniqueness' - fewer children without genetic diseases.

that's all.

Trivia question: Why did Little Round Face commit suicide?

Everyone is very sleepy on Monday, but we still have to work hard!keep warm! ——Chinese Dog