My old enemy always likes to pull my furry ears

Chu Rong left straight away, Chu Ruo seemed to have been greatly wronged, tears hung in his eyes instantly, sobbing with puckered mouth: "Weak and weak, I also want to sleep..."

He cried, buttocks collapsed to the ground, raised his head and wailed, screaming loudly.

Apart from Chu Ruo who was crying, Nan Xiaohui was the only one in the yard. He looked around in a daze. If he didn't know the reason, he would almost think that he made Chu Ruo cry.

It's really... a little hard to start.

Chu Rong lost his temper without knowing the truth, and slapped his ass and left, leaving behind Chu Ruo who didn't know which string he poked in and cried loudly. His crying was parading in the empty yard, creating a terrifying atmosphere.

Nan Xiaohui "has a heavy responsibility", so he had to bend down, touch Chu Ruo's little face, and said nicely, "Don't cry, don't cry, you want to sleep, right? I'll take you to your maid, okay?"

"No, no, I want uncle, uncle to coax you." Chu Ruo hiccupped, and wanted Chu Rong to coax;

"Uncle hugs...uncle to sleep, I, too, want to."

Uncle...Chu Dan? !

Nan Xiaohui asked him: "Why does uncle sleep with uncle?"

Chu Ruo's crying gradually subsided, and the tears were squeezed out. He shrugged his nose and said, "Uncle, uncle, we had a fight, and uncle fell down. Uncle, uncle hugged him and said, sleep."

He finished crying, stood up, and wiped away the tears, "Uncle is very tired, and often falls to the ground to sleep, but the ground is dirty."

Chu Ruo pointed to the ground, his eyes full of disgust.

"Uncle, is that Chu Dan?" Nan Xiaohui asked.

Chu Ruo hummed.

"Then Chu Tan often sleeps on the ground, have you seen that?"

Chu weak and um.

"Every time uncle hugs him to sleep?"

Chu Ruo thought for a while, then raised two fingers, "I saw, twice. Uncle said, he was coaxing, uncle, to sleep."

This is subtle.

The relationship between the two brothers surnamed Chu could be interpreted as being a hindrance to the family's prestige, but it is unnecessary for them to be brothers after they get married.

However, if Chu Rong is the kind of person who is full of face, everyone has been impeccable and thoughtful, it seems reasonable, but...

In connection with his exasperated, dog-shit-like expression just now, Nan Xiaohui felt that he couldn't pretend.

Everyone knows that Chu Ruo, the little son of the Chu family, is a little fool, he is happy day and night, outsiders will feel pity to eat candied haws when they see it, and the two brothers surnamed Chu will not shy away from him in front of him.Chu Ruo is easy to lie, no matter what he says, he memorizes it according to the most obvious meaning he can understand, or he only remembers what others say, acting like a brainless learner.

Thinking about it this way, the "sleep" in his mouth does not mean that he is sleepy and needs to rest, but has other intentions.

Nan Xiaohui clicked his mind and asked Chu Ruo a question.

"Can you tell me why uncle is sleeping?"

Chu Ruo lowered his head and thought hard, his head was spinning fast, the pictures were fragmented and he couldn't put together the whole picture, so he could only say, "Uncle is tired. Hug my uncle."

Nan Xiaohui naturally didn't want this answer, and asked again: "I'm just tired? Then why did you sleep on the floor?"

This question was in vain, Chu Ruo stopped talking after answering the previous question, squatted down again, and played with fingers on the ground, leaving Nan Xiaohui aside.

Still just a kid, he thought, let him be.

Sending people home safely, Nan Xiaohui's task is considered a success, he needs to go back to the inn and tell Xue Huan what he knows, that is his job.

However, just as he took a step away, Chu Ruo's voice entered his ears softly.

"It looks good because it looks good."

what?

Chu Ruo stood up, raised a finger, and stretched it upwards. He was short and couldn't reach the position, so he stood on tiptoe.

He persevered in doing this movement until Nan Xiaohui obeyed him and squatted down, letting his fingers poke his neck, and then he cried out.

"Uncle, poke here, Uncle's...here." Chu Ruo spoke with difficulty, "Uncle will sleep, sleep."

Nan Xiaohui was puzzled, what kind of action was this?

"Chicken bones, chicken bones, white chicken bones." Chu Ruo poked Nan Xiaohui, and began to shout again.

Not being completely enlightened, Nan Xiaohui can probably feel a little way out.

The reason why Chu Dan "slept" was not because he felt the depths naturally, but because of Chu Rong.

Either Chu Tan was not in good health, and Chu Rong had a big fight with him every three days, arguing and agitating, and fell to the ground with a slap.

Or Chu Rong hit him!

Comparing the two conjectures, Nan Xiaohui tends to the second one.

What I just couldn't figure out was, what does it mean to look good, and what are chicken bones?

At his feet, Chu Ruo rolled to other places to make trouble, and Nan Xiaohui, who didn't care about exhausting all his life's knowledge trying to explain his bird's language, looked like a scumbag.

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The moon is covered by dark clouds at night, but the silver light scattered in the forest is not affected at all, and the huge mountain is bright and almost daytime.

Chu Rong stayed here when he was Youshi, and there was no movement on the top of the grave until Zishi.

He was alone and hid behind a tree, watching the movement of the tomb in front of him.The tombs in this area have been around for a long time, and they are the sleeping place for the older generation of Yong'an. Yong'an was not rich in the early years, and the ancestors just found a hill to dig and bury them when they passed away. Rain, even after death is not covered with clothes.

Later, when the tea business started, some filial sons and daughters bought coffins and erected monuments for the elders, collected the remains, and comforted them.

The sun and the moon rotate, and the human world is full of years, and the old people will always be forgotten.After Yong'an went smoothly, the people no longer buried the dead on the top of the mountain, but found another place with mountains and rivers to shelter their descendants. This old grave was gradually forgotten, and no one would come. Occasionally, the old occupations in the city for generations to sweep graves My husband comes up to clean it every once in a while, and the rest of the time is almost useless.

As the night progresses, the wind gradually picks up and the shadows of the trees stir up.Chu Rong rubbed his sore eyes, exhaled, and his eyes fell on the shadow not far away.

Yong’an has high mountains, rivers and long trees. The forest is big and there are all kinds of birds. The bird’s nests are bigger than the other ones. The tree accidentally fell down and broke his arm, so his father forbade him from jumping up and down.

Many years have passed by, and Chu Rong almost forgot what a bird's egg looks like. When he saw the big shadow on the ground, he realized that no matter how many years have passed, Yong'an's bird's nest is still so big.

The wind blew past, Chu Rong shrank his neck, a shiver hit half, he stopped.

The reflection of the bird's nest in front of him swayed with the wind, swinging slowly.

Does the bird's nest move?Chu Rong thought, the bird's nest is fixed in the middle of the branches, how could it move?

Since the bird's nest can't move, what is this shadow?

Is there something round and always on top of his head?

Chu Rong felt cold for a moment, moved his half-stiff neck, looked up suddenly, and was facing a round head, which was still dripping blood sparsely.

The shock only lasted for a while, Chu Rong reacted and quickly left under the tree, and wiped it on the back of his neck.

The hand stretched out in front of him was blood-red. No wonder he felt something dripping down his neck before, but there were only a few drops. He thought it was raining and didn't care.

Now it looks like it's blood.

He looked up again at the head hanging on the branch. A very long bone was inserted into the skull, and the other end was glued to the branch, hanging the head firmly.

It's the dead thing he raised!

Chu Rong recognized who this head was at a glance. He looked around vigilantly, except for a bit of night wind blowing around, there was still no waves.

The teeth in the corpse chewing boy's wide open mouth were still embedded with some blood-red paste, the pupils were frighteningly red, and the black mist around the eyes spread to the back of the head, completely stiff and dead.

Ever since Chu Rong stayed behind the tree, this head has been hanging above him.

Damn.Chu Rong cursed secretly.

Whose prank is this?

"Do you like the meeting gift I gave you?"

Accompanied by the sound of laughter, Chu Rong roamed around the empty old graveyard, looking for no one, and after being played for a while, he saw a man and a woman.

The woman sat on the tombstone, and the man flew out a flash of spiritual light to cut off the hanging bone. The head landed heavily and rolled towards Chu Rong.

Chu Rong was usually calm and unreliable, backed away in a panic, and only after a while did he release the spiritual method to split the head in half and wave it aside.

Master Shuang sat on the tombstone dangling his feet, looked at Chu Rong who was pretending to be calm with interest, and chuckled, "Guess where I got his body?"

How could Chu Rong have the heart to play guessing riddles with her, the other party's spiritual skills were hard to measure, even though she sat there motionless, the temperature around her suddenly dropped.

He has to be a little in awe, the origin is unknown, and he should not be underestimated.

"May I ask who you are, and what enmity do you have with me?"

Master Shuang said in a salty and unknown tone, "You don't know?"

Chu Rong wanted to frown, but he didn't want to make it obvious. His eyebrows were twisted into an ugly bundle, and he said, "Should I know?"

He is really an inexplicable person. He has been staying in Yong'an City all the time and has never been out of the city. He has only come into contact with the city. How could he know and become enemies with these two people?

"The answer lies in you." Crow said: "The things on your body do not belong to you, don't you understand?"

Master Shuang hummed a pair of words calmly and lightly, with a frivolous ending.

Chu Rong's eyes tightened, "What do you mean?"

There was silence for a while.

"He really likes to beat around the bush." ​​Master Shuang said to Ya'er, his dangling feet were no longer happy, "I don't want to talk to him anymore, it's so boring."

Ya'er whispered: "Leave it to me, Master, just listen to me."

"Good."

Ya'er was ordered to deal with Chu Rong, and said straight to the point: "The spiritual source in your body is not yours, say, where did you steal it from? Don't rush to deny it, you can't lie to us, you'd better tell the truth, otherwise Master Shuang won't Let you go!"

Master Shuang nodded in satisfaction: "The momentum is good."

"Master Shuang?" Chu Rong had never heard of it, didn't understand it, and of course he wouldn't be fooled by them. "I, Chu Rong, protect Yong'an with my own ability. Who are you, dare to come here to act wild?"

"Don't pretend, you're just stealing other people's things to enjoy your reputation, and you're still pretending." Ya'er pointed to the head of the corpse-chewing boy on the ground, "How dare you say you don't know this evil thing? Do you have any contact with this thing? The spiritual source is not pure at all, just add some mud to the muddy water, why are you crazy."

Chu Rong was stabbed to the nerves, and shouted: "Who is with this dead thing? I am righteous, I protect the people of Yong'an, and I am loved by others, and I will always be loved by my people, because I will always be loved by my people." protect them."

Chu Rong can't stand any talk about his own spiritual origin and crooked ways. He takes killing demons and demons as his own responsibility. He is just, and he is definitely not that kind of filthy person.

Crow: "Your people?"

Chu Rong shut his voice after drinking, his consciousness was rubbing back and forth like a ball of dough, his eyes were swollen, and his ears were also a little tinnitus. He suddenly felt palpitations and flustered, and just wanted to escape.

He looked at the head of the Corpse Chewing Boy who was split by himself not far away, the eyes that were divided into two halves were bleeding, and he looked at himself desperately, as if he was about to pounce on him and eat people in the next second.

Stepping back a little bit, the palm spread out in front of him, the spiritual method on it almost disappeared.

He shook the palm of his hand, and felt a force leaving his body.

Chu Rong trembled uncontrollably.

Crow looked at the movement over there, "What is he doing?"

Master Shuang jumped down from the tombstone, groaned, and said, "I seem to have been frightened by you."