Cub's father is not human

At night, Yin Li finally fell asleep.

After a while, I was awakened by a throbbing pain in my heart, and when I took off my clothes, there was a dark patch on my chest, which was very scary.

Fan Lang also woke up, held him tightly in his arms, bowed his head and kissed his forehead, and reached into his clothes.

Yin Li, "..."

Hey!

Fan Lang looked down at him, "This way you won't feel any pain."

Yin Li frowned, took a breath, first pulled Fan Lang's hand out of his clothes, and then withdrew a rope from his neck, the pendant on it was cold and moist.

Yin Li rubbed it, "It doesn't hurt much, just a burst." He was a little puzzled, "Something is pulling out from his heart, it's not uncomfortable, it seems that it is absorbing Yin spirits."

Fan Lang tore off his clothes, stared at his heart carefully, then bowed his head and kissed him.

Yin Li, "..."

This is not good, I'm talking about business.

Fan Lang took him into his arms, "Let the patriarch take a look at it tomorrow, maybe it's a treasure." He pressed against Yin Li's forehead, closed his eyes, and hoped that all the bad luck would leave Yin Li and make him safe and happy.

Fan Lang rubbed Yin Li's heart, and after a while, Yin Li fell into a deep sleep.

But he rolled over and got off the bed, covered Yin Li with the quilt, lowered his head and kissed his forehead, and walked out of the room.

In the middle of the night, the trees at the foot of Yinshan Mountain radiate green fireflies to their heart's content.

A few nimble people shuttled among the trees, and the green stars flew lightly as they passed by.

The sky is full of stars.

On the second day, Yin Li woke up in a daze, touched the side of the bed, and realized that Fan Lang had gone out at some time.

Yin Li felt refreshed when he woke up, and his body was extraordinarily refreshed.

He took out the pendant from his body, the crescent-thin stone flakes on it were still warm, and the dark brown color on it was as moist as if soaked in spring water.

Han Shuo knocked on the door and came in. Yin Li was already dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed shaking his legs, not looking at him.

Yin Li turned his head away, revealing a fair neck with a deep red patch on it.

Han Shuo smiled, "Let's eat, it's ready."

Yin Li nodded dryly, "Where did Fan Lang go?"

"Patriarch Yin and the others have something to do business, Fan Lang asked me to tell you to eat on time, don't worry."

Yin Li pouted.

After lunch, Yin Li had nothing to do, and taught a few young spiritual poems for offering sacrifices to mountains in the house.

Lingyun's ancient poems contain the fragrance of ink for thousands of years, and they are very beautiful to read.

Yin Li had nothing to teach, so he had to teach them what he learned outside the game.

One of the mountain spirits suddenly asked, "Is it easy for people and ghosts to get along?"

Yin Li thought for a while, "It's actually not easy, people's hearts are unpredictable."It's like sacrificing mountain spirits to compete for the source of spirituality. There are more things in the world that can easily fascinate people's minds.

"Then we will not leave Yinshan"

Yin Li sighed, standing still and complacent, offering sacrifices to the spirits of the mountains will eventually destroy the clan one day.

At night, it rained suddenly, and the pouring rain washed thousands of creatures, and it didn't stop for a moment, and the sound was deafening.

Yin Li didn't see Fan Lang Yin Xingzhi for a day, and even Sheng Xia didn't know where he was going, so he was worried.

Han Shuo braved the wind and rain and entered the house in good time.

It was only around nine o'clock, and there were no entertainment facilities in the house, and it was too early to go to bed.

Seeing him coming in, Yin Li immediately tensed up, leaning against the table and glaring at him.

"Can't sleep? Shall we talk?"

Yin Li groaned twice, reluctantly moved to the table, sat down, poured a glass of water and handed it to him.

Han Shuo smiled very relieved.

What are you laughing at?

"What are they doing?"

Han Shuo said, "Defense, Cheng Yan's Yin spirit can't be controlled for a long time, maybe not long, there will be a fight here."

Yin Xin also said in his heart that something will happen one day.

Yinshan is like a piece of gold. The ghosts, strange beasts, and mountain spirits who need a spiritual source all want to get a piece of it to increase their cultivation.

Seeing that he was depressed, Han Shuo changed the topic and said, "Can you tell me what you did after you left Yinshan and how you met Fan Lang?"

Yin Li blushed and struggled in a low voice, "What are you curious about?"

But after all, he talked about his life with Han Shuo.

From leaving Yinshan, to going to school, the snowstorm in the Northeast, meeting Sheng Xiaxue, and later being admitted to university, the people I met, the places I visited, and the things I saw.

Joy is no different from others, but there is always a kind of plain tranquility.

Without the interference of others, Han Shuo and Yin Li had obviously made friends for a few days.

By the time Fan Lang reappeared, four days had passed.

Behind the three of Fan Lang, there were about [-] others offering sacrifices to mountain spirits, all of whom looked tired.

Yin Li was squatting by the river washing vegetables, with his sleeves rolled up very high, he soaked the leaves in cold sweet water, took them out and washed them clean.

Two young mountain spirits were squatting on the open space holding a stack of green paper, um——on the paper were drawn dumbfounding clowns, and a pair of cards made by Yin Li.

Sheng Xia coughed twice.

Yin Li turned his head and saw them, and immediately ran over with a smile and jumped on them.

Fan Lang hugged him and rubbed him hard in his arms.

The few single Ji Shan Ling behind him looked jealous and embarrassed.

Yin Xingzhi also showed a shallow smile.

Sheng Xia touched her nose, "I'm really not ashamed."

Yin Li generously kissed Fan Lang, proudly showing his eight small white teeth, "I'm so envious of you."

Then he turned his head, frowned, and stared at Fan Lang, "It smells so bad, go take a shower."

The temperature of Yinshan is constant, and there is a clear spring flowing from the mountain behind the mountain, leading to the house, and it is very convenient to burn.

The bathroom is made of clean stones, the stones are like jade, without moss, very antique and authentic.

Fan Lang took a shower standing up, and the hot water was very comfortable.

Yin Li looked outside the door for a while, feeling his face was steaming.

"Why don't we wash together?"

Fan Lang flushed with his eyes closed, and said suddenly.

Yin Li choked on his saliva, peeking at others taking a bath and found something.

Wearing only shorts and a vest, he stepped onto the water platform barefoot, took Fan Lang's towel and wiped his back.

From the back to the waist and eyes, it is thin and hard, and it feels good to touch the abdominal muscles from the back.

Yin Li felt his throat was dry.

And began to regret that he didn't seem to have bathed with him.

Just a waste.

Fan Lang laughed softly on the water screen.

Yin Li closed his eyes and squatted down.

The scalding almost melts in the mouth.

Yin Xingzhi was not far from the base, sitting on a rock, a little empty, and sitting on the rock, he could see the majestic and sacred rolling mountains in the distance in the perennial fog.

He finally changed out of his military uniform and wore a set of clothes for offering sacrifices to the spirit of the mountain. The gauze was pure white.

Sitting on a rock in a daze.

They stayed up all night burying formations near the base and painting them with cinnabar.

Once you enter the Burning Soul Formation, you will feel the pain of being burned by raging fire.

From the flesh to the bone, the pain is scraped layer by layer.

At night, the entire Yinshan Mountain will be covered with light green light spots, shrouding the entire Yinshan Mountain hazyly.

Dreamy.

Yin Xingzhi leaned on the big rock and looked up at the vast stars.

The spiritual source is as beautiful as the stars floating around.

Rourou was floating by the wind, and then formed an attractive vortex towards the sky above the wooden house behind her.

Yin Xingzhi opened his eyes slightly in surprise, watching the spiritual sources all over the mountain seem to be consciously floating towards Yinli's wooden house, forming a beautiful circle in the sky above.

The spiritual source rises into the sky, almost as bright as the stars in the sky, and you can touch it with your hand.

The place where Yin Li and Fan Lang get close to each other is full of enthusiasm.

He pushed Fan Lang, squinted his eyes, panted and pulled out the pendant from his neck. The crescent-shaped stone slice seemed to be covered with a layer of cool mist, very moist.

"how?"

Yin Li took off the pendant and stuck it on Fan Lang's lower abdomen.

Fan Lang, "..."

Yin Li bent his eyes, "I just want to see if you can warm it up."

Fan Lang moved where he and Yin Li wanted to stick it, it was the hottest place, like a burning iron rod taken out of a raging fire.

"It's fine if I can warm you up." Fan Lang sighed, leaned over and kissed him, "Concentrate?"

Yin Li held the meniscus stone in his hand, leaned his head on his shoulder, "Okay."

Two days later, Yin Xingzhi brought back a sacrificial mountain spirit from the burning soul formation.

The skin on his body was burnt black, and the wound was bleeding continuously.

The patriarch, Yin Run, poked the ground hard with his cane, "Evil barrier."

If there weren't these mountain sacrifice spirits who took the initiative to betray, they wouldn't be attacked by evil spirits and try to destroy the formation, but they would not end up in such a miserable end.

The formations laid down were useful, and Fan Lang, Cheng Xia and the others immediately began to set up formations more closely with other mountain spirits, and often there were not many mountain spirits to be seen during the day.

Yin Li was uncomfortable staying in the house, and Fan Lang and the patriarch refused to let him help.

He read Yin Run's collection of books back and forth several times in the room.

Even Yin Run couldn't explain the boundary and composition of Yinshan clearly, and the more Burning Soul Arrays needed, the better.

Even if the other mountain spirits can't help, they still have their own things to do.

Yin Li thought angrily, this is treating him as a pregnant woman.

It's not like he's really going to have cubs.

Not human.

Doesn't count.

Yin Li took out the meniscus pendant and looked carefully at the sunlight.

The stone flakes of the crescent moon turned slightly hot under the sunlight, and there were faint lines floating on the stone flakes.

Yin Li took off the pendant and put it on the table, and poured tea.

When he sat back at the table, he turned his head unconsciously, and was surprised to see an obvious light white mark flowing on the meniscus stone.

Yin Li changed the direction of the pendant.

The mark on it slowly changed, still pointing in the direction of the window.

Yin Li happened to have nothing to do, so he took the pendant and went out the door, facing south, east, north and west, and tried it out.

Sure enough, the light white above was still stubbornly pointing to the rear of the wooden house.

Yin Li followed the direction of the flow on the pendant and walked towards the dense forest behind the wooden house.