Merry little roll

The scene before Mo Yin's eyes was 'black and white'.

The shadow of 'black and white', the gap of 'black and white', the distortion of 'black and white'.

People of all colors walked on the crooked road, tentacles sprouted from their bodies, intertwined and entangled with each other, making a sticky sound of squeezing.Some are obedient, some are humble, some are bullying, and some are relentless... Their bodies are bleeding, and they drag out long-term traces along the spreading tentacles on the ground, with a stench Dangling in the air.

Black and white eyeballs accounted for more than half of the whole body, and they dragged their feet to crawl on the ground. Under the distorted light, the rotating eyeballs emitted a strange brilliance, as if they were talking, or whispering resentment.

Mo Yin stood in the 'black and white', watching the distortion in front of him crack a huge gap, and his shadow began to expand infinitely until it filled the entire gap.

Suddenly, countless tentacle figures in brocade robes poured out from the gap. They pushed each other and made loud noises with their weak chests.They did not dare to move under the cover of the huge shadow, kneeling on the ground trembling and pus.

Gradually, more tiny people rushed towards his huge feet, as eager as a tide rushing out of a dam. Mo Yin couldn't feel sorrow or joy, but just wanted to get rid of these squirming black and white.

Mo Yin was completely naked, with no clothing to cover him. When he was running, a tree scratched his leg, and white blood flowed continuously from the wound.The sun overhead is deforming, magnifying, entangled, shining a black light.

Mo Yin lowered her head.

Those tentacles in brocade robes drank the white blood hungrily, watching him secretly with their eyes while drinking, muttering words in their mouths.Thousands of whispers converge into words broken in the wind.

It was a sound of "good...good."

Unbearable pain suddenly exploded from Mo Yin's chest, as if something was about to burst out, he began to shake, and desperately stepped on those tentacles with his feet, screaming, and the viscous wriggling penetrated the soles of his feet, becoming Formed into puddles of black blood, flowing curvedly.

Listen carefully, they cry out loudly before they die, and cry out with their wide-eyed eyes.

"Good... good."

The world of 'black and white' is collapsing, and broken suns are constantly falling from the sky, hitting the ground.

"Moon Yin Demon Lord, Mo Yin Demon Lord!"

Yuan Yang shook the Yaojun who was shrouded in a blood-colored light in front of him. He didn't know whether this person was sitting down and entering the realm, or had a short sleep and fell into a dream.I only know that whether it is a scene or a dream, it must not be too beautiful.

The fragrance around Yaojun's body became extremely violent, entwining Yuanyang's three orifices, as if it could suffocate him.

Yuan Yang sighed, and took out a kit from his bosom, which exuded a fresh smell of sawdust.This kit contains all kinds of cuticles from sacred trees, which have the effect of calming the mind and gathering energy.

He hung the kit on the waist of the seated monster in front of him, and gradually the suffocating aroma in the air gradually faded, and black miasma was continuously sucked into the bag and turned into nothingness.

Mo Yin opened his eyes, his vision gradually cleared up, at first it was swaying, and gradually, a figure appeared in front of him, an unknown warm current flowed through his heart, and the vague smell of sawdust rippling in his consciousness , the breeze passed through the hall.

With the person in front of you as the center, the surroundings gradually become clear, not just black and white, everything begins to have color.

The eyebrows under the veil were slightly frowned, and he couldn't tell what it felt like.

Seeing the Yaojun in front of him finally awake, Yuan Yang smiled, and the red brocade robe reflected the joy in his brows.

"Yaojun..." Yuan Yang just said, suddenly the appearance of his own prodigal son yesterday appeared in his mind, his temples hurt suddenly, and the words that lingered between his lips turned back into his throat.

Yuan Yang paused, "Thank you for the Yaojun's rescue yesterday, if I have any frivolous behavior, please..." Yuan Yang raised his hand, and felt the pain of scratching his head for the first time in a thousand years.

The wind blows in from the window, bringing with it a few broken leaves, the curtains shake, and the veil flutters.

"Xianjun has a bloody smell on his body."

The hostility around the Yaojun has dissipated, and the usual warm breath has returned, and the voice is like spring water to soothe people's hearts.

"Stop it, stop it." Yuan Yang managed to catch the topic, and excitedly raised his voice two tones, "Damn it in the daytime, it's really unlucky, as we are old, we can meet anything! "

"Old man?"

"An old friend I don't want to see."

The Yaojun smiled slightly, and the breath from his lips made the tulle flutter slightly. He picked up the kit at his waist, and an unknown emotion flashed in his eyes.

"Tea has its destiny, and pot has its cause and effect. Maybe all the Pingsan are in order to deserve the reunion today. The old people who don't want to see will still meet after going around."

He twirled the blue kit bag with his hands. The pattern of auspicious clouds on the surface made people feel peaceful. The sawdust was bulging, and the corners were squeezed with fabric, making it a little uneven to the touch.

Yuan Yang was taken aback when he heard the words, but he also laughed, "Yao Jun said well, let go of it, let go of it!"

There was a rustling sound at the window, and when I looked back, it turned out that it was the two elder cranes, relying on their long necks, who were pushing their heads in. Unfortunately, there was porcelain on the table, which still blocked their sight.In a fit of anger, the brothers cried out several times of anger from their chests, and with a flick of their heads, the celadon was thrown to the ground.

The crane brothers stared at Yuan Yang with their small eyes, and Yuan Yang also stared at them.

This raises Lao Shizi fairy bird, this raises two ancestors!

The ancestors spat out a glowing letter from their mouths, flung it to the ground lightly, left Yuan Yang with a haughty ass, and flew away with high legs.

Broken porcelain pieces are left all over the floor, and the surface coated with green glaze glistens.

Yuan Yang felt resentful in his heart, and the thought of taking the wrong edge of the sword kept popping up in his mind, and he hummed through his teeth: "Monarch Moyin, why don't we brothers have a banquet tonight and eat only cranes!"

The Yaojun smiled but said nothing, just hung the kit in his hand back to his waist.

The letter that fell on the carpet rose slowly, flew in front of the two of them, spun around in the air rather strangely, and slowly opened automatically.

A blinding golden light burst out suddenly, and Yuan Yang could barely cover his eyes with his hands.

Your Majesty is still as coquettish as ever, and even sent a letter with a golden light, for fear that others would not know his good taste.I heard that the tradition of this "golden light letter" began thousands of years ago, and I don't know how many immortals' eyes have been hurt.

The letter paper slowly unfolded in the air, and turned around in a showy manner, sprinkled with gold dust.

I saw densely packed characters floating in the air——

"Everyone from the Immortal Family of Aiqing, when you read this letter, I already... I am still alive, and the Immortal Palace is fine, thank you for your concern.

The flat peaches in the backyard of the Immortal Palace have already grown. I have tasted a few of them. They are delicious and juicy. If you love to eat them, you can bring your friends to the Immortal Palace. I will arrange some heavenly soldiers and generals outside Watch it so you can't come in.

The empress is also very well, recently took a lot of elixir, her appearance has become extremely beautiful, and her strength has also increased a lot, so if you lovers have the willingness to open and expand the harem for me, please don't play it openly, say it in private, say it in private.

well, let's get back to business.

Recently, first there were astrological changes, Dongyang Shrine exploded, and then there was a ghost sneaking into the fairy palace.

Immortals, demons, and the East China Sea form an alliance to select the person who can go down to the mortal world to find the omen.

And the person who broke the curse was the reincarnation of Xiaoyao, the ancient god of war. Because of his broken soul, there was no news of him in the mighty years.

Today's astrological signs are extremely urgent, and the world can be mighty. I send out letters, and the immortals I receive are all carefully selected.

Odd things can make people's livelihood miserable. I sighed all night, and issued this command. I hope that all brave men will exhaust their talents, eliminate evil and evil, and find the God of War!

The god of war returned to his place, and the astrolabe returned to orbit.

The fate of the world is in your hands. "

Yuan Yang looked at the words floating in the air, and his expression gradually became serious. He thought that the "catastrophe" said ten thousand years ago was just a joke, who would have thought of a sudden order.

If this is the case, you will have to go down to earth to find it.

Nowadays, a school of happiness and prosperity is full of murderous intentions, just like a disaster in a dream, making people feel like a dream come true.

Suddenly, Mo Yin Yaojun's palm felt hot, and a burst of blood-red light radiated from his palm.

"Mo Yin, what's the matter?" Yuan Yang only felt that the room was full of evil spirits.

"It's nothing, it's a letter from the Demon Emperor."

Mo Yin spread out his palm, and saw that there were strong blood characters on the palm, and there were only two large characters in short - "God of War"

The blood trembled, and after a while, it turned into a pool of scarlet blood, which slowly permeated back into the skin.

Yuan Yang touched Mo Yin's palm curiously, and it was already intact, without any blood stains.

"Our lord and your demon emperor are really two extremes."

Yuan Yang was talking in this room, but the thoughts in his mind were spinning rapidly.

He wants to go down to the earth to find the God of War, and Mo Yin also wants to go down to the earth to find the God of War.This mortal search, he must contact a woman. If he goes alone, the taboo of reincarnation must be a bad thing, why not...

Yuan Yang hadn't cleared up the old abacus in his heart, but Ruquan's gentle voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Yuanyang, let's go together."

Moyin Yaojun slowly approached Yuanyang, and the white tulle fell on his face, soft and cool, and the fragrance instantly filled Yuanyang's three orifices.

The red-clothed man was distracted, only feeling that his consciousness was in a state of turmoil.

"of course can."

He put aside his body and escaped from the prison of the fragrance.

Another gust of breeze blew through the window, and a few petals fell onto the table.

In the courtyard, birds chirping.