Merry little roll

The night is like thick ink, deep and insoluble.

The universe is the moon, and under the bright and clear light, fireflies are flying around, bumping into the tip of people's noses from time to time.Beside Yaoyu Lake, one fairy and one demon, one in front and one behind, Shi Shi ran.

Yuan Yang walked behind Mo Yin, feeling both ashamed and bewildered.Just now he received the weird gazes from everyone, his head got hot, and he followed out shamelessly.Wanting to say something, my heart churned, but the words were completely blocked in my throat and could not come out.

I thought, if the text is not good, it is better to have a martial arts.Unexpectedly, at such a close stop, as far as the line of sight can see, the majestic figure covered by the white clothes is frighteningly tall, far from the slender figure seen from a distance when they first met.Yuan Yang is one of the most handsome among the male immortals in the fairyland, but she has to admit that she is dwarfed by comparison.

Furthermore, recalling the soul-stirring sword dance of this Yaojun in the Immortal Palace, it was a silver light court, and the soul of thousands of miles of war was destroyed. He is a Simu Xianjun, how dare...

Yuan Yang put away the small calculations in his heart, and obediently followed behind the Yaojun.

Can't mess with, can't mess with.

Yuan Yang moved closer to Mo Yin, and the strange fragrance also enveloped him, mixed with the moisture of the fairyland, it smelled very soft.Under the thick night, maybe the fragrance was too calming, he gradually built up his courage.

"The Demon Envoy of Mo Yin... I really feel ashamed, but I don't know where I offended the Yaojun. If I did something wrong, you can tell me so that I can make amends to you."

He picked up the gleaming multicolored phoenix fur, and murmured: "If you want this phoenix fur, just take it. It's not a precious thing, so don't get angry with me because of it."

After finishing speaking, Yuan Yang realized belatedly that he used the familiar tone he used to get along with the fairies on weekdays.

Intuit is frivolous.

Yuan Yang couldn't help giving himself a slap in the face.

Hearing this, Mo Yin turned around, without looking at the multicolored phoenix fur in his hand, but stared straight into Yuan Yang's eyes.

"Yuanyang... Immortal Monarch"

"That's right, I'm next." Yuan Yang froze for a moment, then hurriedly responded.Sure enough, the beauty's voice was one in a million, cool and deep, like the sound of spring water.

"Xianjun has never done anything wrong, it's just that I'm thinking about the past with Xianjun in the mortal world, and I'm touched by the scene."

Yuan Yang pinched his own palm when he heard the words, it was true!

According to his romantic temperament thousands of years ago, he is by no means the kind of master who will take part in the calamity of the world.The hundred years washed away by the spring of reincarnation really created a disaster!

Now it's all right, an old friend came to the door, and I was still empty-headed, at a loss as to why.

Yuan Yang's temple was throbbing with pain, and he wished he could throw out the phoenix hair in his hand.

"Have Xianjun drank the spring water in the realm of reincarnation?

"Yes, drank."

Mo Yin lowered her eyes and was stunned for a while: "That's fine, it's fine to forget..."

Yuan Yang shifted his gaze, "I don't know what kind of fragrance is on Yaojun's body, but it smells calming." He laughed, trying to ease the slightly dull atmosphere.

"If you like to smell it, let me stay by your side all the time." The man in white smiled, and whoever's eyes were dazzled.

Yuan Yang couldn't help but blushed when he heard these words, he took the title of the most romantic in the fairyland for nothing, and let the younger generation of the demon realm take advantage of it.A character who has been molesting others thousands of years ago, today he really experienced the embarrassment of being molested.

Mo Yin is obviously not satisfied with this.

Just now, the two were chatting through the colorful phoenix fur, and they kept a respectful and respectful distance from each other.In just a few short sentences, Mo Yin Yaojun got closer and closer to him, and the fragrance wrapped Yuanyang's three orifices without leaving any gaps. He could almost feel Mo Yin blowing on his face through the veil. warm breath.

Yuan Yang took a step back, and Yao Jun took a step closer to him.

"Xianjun, would you like to play a game with me?"

"Let's talk." Yuan Yang was slightly stunned, thinking that this Yaojun is interesting, and it would be nice to have one more friend in the world.

Mo Yin grabbed Yuan Yang's sleeve and slowly lifted his hand up.Smelling the aroma from the three orifices of Yuanyang, feeling the cool temperature of the man's palm on the back of his hand, his fingertips slid across the cool white brocade silk from bottom to top, and finally stopped at the man's neck.

The fingertips were slightly hot, and Yuan Yang could almost feel the blood flow and pulse beating under the man's skin, and this feeling seemed to be able to connect with his heartbeat, every breath and every movement.

"If Xianjun can catch my veil before it falls, then Xianjun wins."

Yuan Yang took a shallow breath: "So what if you win, so what if you lose?"

"If Xianjun wins, he can do whatever he wants. If he loses, I will have to harass Xianjun's palace for a few days."

Yuan Yang turned the small wooden bead in his left hand, and it was not a loss to see the legendary face anyway.It's just that this Yaojun deliberately put his hand on his neck, it's too small to look down on him.

Just a veil.

Mo Yin raised the corners of her lips, raised her hand, and he hooked away from the silk knot next to her ear, the tulle was about to fall away, Yuan Yang's left hand tightened, and the right hand placed on Mo Yin's neck grasped upwards.

The aroma became stronger and stronger, making him feel dizzy.

The tulle in front of him was covering his face, white, silky, cool, and psychedelic, making his eyes only white.Time was infinitely slowed down, spiritual power fluctuated in the mist, Yuan Yang could almost imagine the tactile sensation of skin and yarn rubbing against each other when the veil seeped through the gap between his fingers.

Unfortunately, it was not his hands that caught the veil, but his face.

The veil was wrapped around Yuan Yang's face, covering all his eyes with snow white, he was taken aback, and a muffled voice came from under the gauze.

"Yaojun uses illusion so well, I can't see clearly at all."

The man in white just smiled, and approached the dizzy Yuanyang with the scent, the warmth clung to his ear, and the breath blew: "Xianjun, you lost."

A gust of wind blew by, and the veil slowly fell off, turning into mist on the cloudy and misty ground, and drifting to unknown places.

He turned his stiff neck and vaguely saw the person's appearance through the fog, which was very different from what he had imagined.

The corners of Yuan Yang's eyes were astringent, and he felt flustered.He is a majestic Immortal Simu, who has occupied the reputation of being handsome and miserable for thousands of years, and finally today, he met a formidable enemy.

The sun and the moon rotate in the fairyland, and the gods in charge of the universe turn their hands over, and the day and night are reversed.

A few cranes outside the Yuanyang Hall raised their feet high, swaying arrogantly in the yard, and croaked from time to time.A few pieces of auspicious clouds drifted past, blowing bursts of warm wind with aura.

"Master, is it true that the monster who touched your head wants to come to our palace?"

Yuan Yang's hand was holding the woodcut lettering, when he heard this, his hands trembled, almost drawing a mark. "Nonsense, you are obviously intimidated by my true face."

He noticed the smothered smile on his little apprentice's lips, and became angry with embarrassment. He threw a wooden bead right in the forehead.Fu Yuan yelled out in pain, hugging his head in grievance.

"Stop making trouble, and go out first." Yuan Yang lowered his eyes, and there was a sense of solemnity between his brows, and he no longer had a playful smile.Seeing the situation, Fuyuan bent over to salute, and exited the room obediently.Master didn't like to be disturbed when he was carving wood.

Yuan Yang closed the door and cast a simple formation. He took out the unfinished hookah from the side of the bed and shook it in his hand.

This kind of sacred wood is close to fire, and if it is carved into a letter with spiritual power, it can become a good fire-controlling artifact.He thought about carving the hookah first, and then sending it to the envoy of Immortal Sihuo, as a wayfinding.

The material used for this object is very particular, and it is a sacred tree from the land of Dongyang.Yuan Yang took out the carving knife forged by Heng Ning and compared it with the wood.

The carving knife is the soul that walks on the sacred wood, and every grain and crease is the wasteland it faces. Yuan Yang's technique circulates, and the carving knife deftly works on the wood, quietly searching for the heart of the wood in a blunt way the softness.

Shaking hands, blades of knives and pieces of wood are mixed together, like lightning flying through the clouds, and the spiritual power diffuses in the clang, and auspicious clouds, birds and spells gradually emerge on the desolate lines... Ingenuity Let the stubborn wood bloom with warm and elegant wisdom, every place is lifelike, every place is full of color and fragrance.

Even those curly shavings and sawdust also wafted out the unique fragrance of Dongyang wood, and under the company of spiritual power, they gathered into a new mass of wood.

Yuan Yang drew the last line, stopped walking with the carving knife, and the Dongyang Shenmu in his hand seemed to be endowed with new life.

He held the hookah over his head and twirled it in the air, letting the light polish the crevices of every texture.

After that, it's just touch-up and paint.

Yuan Yang raised the corners of his lips and sighed, put the wood carving in his hand back into the box, and covered it carefully, the stone in his heart was finally missing.

Just as he stopped, there was a commotion outside.

From far to near.

The barrier was broken suddenly, and Fu Yuan barged in, panting anxiously: "Master, it's too bad, a woman came, it's... the pipa fairy from yesterday!"

"Why panic?" Yuan Yang stood up.

Fu Yuan was about to answer, when the formation behind him fluctuated again, he turned around stiffly, the image of a person was reflected in horror in his eyes, and his mouth was trembling.

The person who came was the girl who played the pipa superbly under the peach blossom tree yesterday, she was still holding the pipa in her hand, and she walked slowly towards Yuanyang with small steps.

She has peach cheeks and pink face, but her two green eyebrows exude vigor.It's tender and sassy again.

The girl raised her head, her face was indifferent, and her eyes were even more calm.In an instant, she was seen tightly gripping Yuan Yang's robe, her vermilion lips parted.

"Xianjun Yuanyang, I am pregnant with your child, you need to be responsible."

Fuyuan looked at the corner of the clothes that Pipa girl was pulling in her hand in horror, her mouth trembled, she didn't dare to approach the formation.When he saw Master winking at him, he could barely close his eyes, with the appearance of killing relatives righteously: "Master, one person does things, and the other is...a man, a man is as strong as the sky!"

Yuan Yang sighed deeply in his heart, and the girl's hand on the hem of his clothes became even harder.

"Girl, I'm afraid you have admitted the wrong person, I..."

In the middle of Yuan Yang's words, a feeling of dizziness and nausea came from the depths of his body, and he couldn't help but bend down and cover his stomach.

Oops, it's the backlash from the Samsara Spring.

"I'm sorry, girl." Yuan Yang recited the mantra silently, tore off the corner of the brocade robe under the surprised eyes of Fu Yuan and Miss Pipa, and flashed to the backyard of Yuan Yang Hall.

Yuan Yang was able to support himself on the pillar, with bead-sized beads of sweat protruding from his forehead, and his dizziness became more and more serious.If he didn't get out of the house again, he should spit on the girl.

A scalding sensation appeared on the surface of the skin, Yuan Yang pulled open the front of his shirt, and as expected, the lines of the reincarnation flower had slowly climbed up his chest, and gradually spread to his neck, threatening to start a prairie fire.

He remembered what the old man Si Ming said to him that day: "When you drink the reincarnation spring, you have to abide by its rules. If you violate it carelessly, you will definitely suffer backlash. Your taboo is 'sex', and you must obey its rules. It is to stay away from women. I know that you are romantic by nature, so you need to be more careful in everything. If you break the rules, you must remember to do the opposite and find an opposite method to break it."

Yuan Yang gritted his teeth with hatred, he had managed to guard the lone window for thousands of years, far away from all women, and it was just a little carelessness today that led to such consequences, he might as well be a monk.

The opposite, what the opposite, where did he find the opposite?

Yuanyang's own wood-type spiritual power and the scorching heat of the Samsara flower repel each other. When the two forces are involved, he feels as if he is being grabbed by two giant claws, sometimes torn and squeezed, just like a thin tornado in a hurricane. Leaf, the whole body was trembling non-stop.

Suddenly, a vague fragrance hooked into his spiritual aperture.Yuan Yang smelled the fragrance and felt his pain gradually relieved like a mountain spring flowing into a ditch. He couldn't help but follow the fragrance to go deep into the yard.

Wude, crashed into someone's arms.

He raised his head, it was not the Mo Yin Yaojun who was wearing a veil.

"How could Xianjun..."

Before Mo Yin could finish his sentence, he was stunned by Yuan Yang who threw himself into his arms, his eyes full of disbelief.He raised his hands, froze in mid-air just a short distance from Yuan Yang's back.

"Don't move, let me hold you for a while." Yuan Yang tucked his head into Mo Yin's skirt, and took a deep breath.

If he didn't still have half of his senses, Yuan Yang would have liked to embed himself in Mo Yin's body, sucking up the fragrance that soothes the pain.

"Master!"

The crane in the courtyard gave a long cry, Fu Yuan rushed to the backyard, his face was full of anxiety, followed by the fairy holding the pipa.Unexpectedly, just after he found someone, he found that his own immortal was like a hooligan, hanging in other people's arms and unable to get off, and rubbing against him from time to time, how sloppy!

Shengsheng frightened Fuyuan and Miss Pipa to stand still where they were, not daring to approach them.

Fu Yuan's "Master" knocked Yuan Yang back to reality, he was about to recover his consciousness and turned around, but when he saw the pipa girl behind Fu Yuan, his pupils suddenly dilated.

The pattern on the skin was painful, he walked around behind Mo Yin, shamelessly, and continued to bury his head on Yaojun's neck, all he wanted was to get closer to the fragrance.

Mo Yin Yaojun was completely stunned, unable to make any reaction, just froze in place, allowing Yuan Yang's face to move around his neck.

"Yuanyang Immortal!" The pipa fairy behind Fuyuan finally couldn't bear it, she clenched the red brocade robe rags in her hand, and took a step forward, "What do you mean, you really don't care about me and our children? ?”

Yuan Yang's mind was chaotic, and the words of the fairy sounded like "buzzing" to his ears.

Indistinctly, he found out the romantic posture of thousands of years ago in the psychedelic fragrance.

He took a deep breath on Mo Yin's neck, then slowly raised his head.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Yuan Yang was dressed in red, his eyes were faintly red because of backlash, and that smile made him look coquettish and wanton.

Fu Yuan gasped, the prodigal master from thousands of years ago seemed to have returned.

Yuan Yang continued to slump on the Yaojun's body, with his red clothes half off, he seemed to regard Mo Yin as a human-shaped pillow carrying fragrance.

Mo Yin didn't move, he just stared blankly at the bald head on his neck, feeling itchy in his heart, and really wanted to touch it.

With a smile on the corner of Yuan Yang's lips, he took Mo Yin's hand and walked slowly towards Miss Pipa.

"Girl, you said that the child in your womb was born, but what evidence do you have?"

Fu Yuan looked at the clasped hands with trembling lips, and estimated in his heart how many slaps he should slap himself if Shi Zong regained consciousness.The master didn't know what kind of ecstasy water he drank. Back then, he only provoked the fairyland girl, but now even the demon king is not spared.

Miss Pipa threw the rags of the red brocade robe in her hand to the misty ground, and raised her eyes slightly: "Don't you know what kind of person Xianjun is?"

Yuan Yang shouted in his heart that he was wronged, what kind of character is he?He is an old slut who hasn't touched meat for a thousand years, and he is a fake monk who has never actually fought with a gun because of his golden body, and has a coquettish posture.

"I don't know if the girl has been pregnant for thousands of years, what kind of thing can she give birth to?"

"Yes, yes, yes... I can prove this, Master has never been close to a woman in the past thousand years." Fu Yuan slapped his head, finally came to his senses, and ran behind Master and the others.

"You talk about white strips, but two people become tigers, how can there be any credibility! The famous Simu Immortal, but you want to deny it?" The girl raised the pipa in her hand, her eyes raised guard, "Are you a prodigal? figure!"

"Girl, you probably didn't do your homework before you came to me." Yuan Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, "Yuan's notoriety has indeed spread far and wide, and I admit that I'm really a loafer, but it's not the kind that everyone who comes is close to me." Characters still have some rules."

He raised his finger, "First, women who are good at rhythm should not be close to them. Second, women who comb their hair should be kept at a respectful distance. Third, women who wear white shirts should be kept away."

"The girl wears white clothes, combs her hair, and is good at the pipa. She has all these taboos. No matter it is a thousand years ago or now, I really dare not get close to her."

"That's right, that's right, I can also prove it. Girl, you can read "The Chronicles of the Heavenly Realm", the page printed with my master has such remarks, black and white!" Fuyuan nodded repeatedly, wishing to give his head to throw out.

Mo Yin lowered his head slightly, looking at Yuan Yang lying on his body, his eyes thoughtful.

He looked at the pipa girl through the veil, his eyebrows gradually frowned, and the spiritual power quietly gathered into sharp needles in his hands. He moved his fingers slightly, and those needles shot towards the pipa at a speed that the naked eye could not capture. The fairy struck, making a piercing sound in the air.

The needle light scattered in mid-air, as if it had self-awareness, and sparks were embedded in the girl's body precisely.

The pipa strings broke at the sound.

At the beginning, the pain is not noticed, and then the meridians are stirred.

The fairy whose skin was embedded by the needle light was startled for a moment, and then her facial expression became extremely ferocious. There was sharp pain in her abdomen, and cold sweat continued to break out on her forehead.

She yelled and bent down, covering her stomach, and the pipa in her hand fell to the ground, making a piercing rubbing sound.

Fuyuan stared wide-eyed, seeing the black air continuously coming out from Pipa girl's abdomen, she looked extremely painful, her whole body seemed to be convulsing.

"My child, my child." Black blood flowed out from her body, gurgling and spreading on the ground, making a corrosive sound of "sizzling".

Yuan Yang smelled the more intense fragrance behind him, and his spiritual consciousness became more and more blurred. Seeing the pipa girl in front of him gradually lying on the ground, he was puzzled, and was about to step forward to help her, when the girl suddenly let out a shrill cry.

"Ah, ah!"

A pair of black wings tore apart the clothes, burst out from Pipa Girl's back, and vigorously flapped in the air, waving bursts of extremely stench.Her face took the shape of a giant bird, and then a human, with hair growing out of her skin.

"You are a demon!" Fuyuan stared wide-eyed.

In ancient times, the Demon Realm had already been defeated by the Three Realms of Demon, Immortal, and East China Sea, almost completely wiped out, and disappeared without a trace for tens of thousands of years.Now in Wonderland, descendants of Demon Realm will appear!

With Yuanyang Hall as the center, the surrounding spiritual pressure suddenly changed drastically, with gusts of hurricanes blowing, fluctuating in all directions.Apparently, other nearby immortal families had discovered the unusual aura of the demon realm, and moved towards Yuanyang Hall one after another.

A golden light burst out in mid-air, and auspicious clouds were densely packed. A group of immortals rode their immortal birds on the hall to observe.

The Pipa girl has completely turned into a terrifying black giant bird, grabbing the soil with its yellow claws, flapping its wings, and screaming loudly while shaking, black blood drips from its body continuously, flying in the air. It smells fishy.

Yuan Yang, who was not sober himself, became even more confused. He shook his head, and everything in front of him was spinning.

What day is it today, there are beauties visiting, and then giant birds appear, and now it is good, so many immortals have come.The Yuanyang Hall is so small, how can it fit in it, no, he has to ask Fuyuan to make tea.

No, you can't keep people talking.

"help……"

Before Xianjun Yuanyang could finish his sentence, he felt the world spinning for a while, and he fell straight back, vaguely. He felt that he was falling into a very fragrant and soft embrace, so he closed his eyes in peace.

"Master!" Fu Yuan shouted when he saw this, but was stopped by the hurricane.

With the veil blowing, Mo Yin looked at the sky where the rain was about to come and the wind filled the building, his eyes were indifferent.

He just hugged Yuanyang in his arms a little tighter.