Drink Cang Records

My real surname is not Mu, but Ye, who has the same surname as my brother.Before I was born, I was judged by the national teacher as an ominous person reborn as an evil ghost. I crawled out of my mother's stomach on the seventh day after her funeral. I heard that I scared eight elders to death on the spot, so I was decided by my biological father. kill.Fortunately, on the day of my birth, the elders of the clan retreated to vomit blood, and then there were earthquakes and thunderstorms across the country, and the monsters rushed out of the ground roaring, and there was chaos. In the middle of the journey, my big brother who lacked something in his mind took advantage of the situation and escaped out of the house...

Afterwards, there were three consecutive months of endless, endless pursuit from his biological father.

My brother is also really a man. In the battle royale, he was afraid that I would starve to death and sacrificed his virginity at the age of seventeen. If he could, he would marry a married woman and feed me with milk. Blood.

…To this day, I still feel that the taste of blood is sweeter than wine, probably because of that time.

Later, according to my brother, the three-month escape was really wonderful, such as jumping off a cliff without dying, meeting the heaven and earth elixir, being chased into the women's bathhouse by mistake, and meeting the fairy senior who practiced kung fu and passed the kung fu, etc. I won't go into details... From that day In the late summer of 49 and deep autumn, my brother was finally overtaken by the minions of the national teacher. At that time, they sent [-] high-level spiritual girls who were good at suppressing luck. My brother dragged a gaping knife and a wounded body , using the secret medicine that almost killed him, and consumed four forbidden hunting elders... Before taking me to flee, his wounds were all on his chest, after taking me to flee, in order to protect me well In his arms, his back was covered with bloodstains.

My elder brother never mentioned these things to outsiders. It was only when I was seventeen or eighteen that I realized why the other person who told me these old things always understood everything with a calm face.

When autumn was deep, he narrated the things that had passed away in his eyes like a spectator.

To put it bluntly, I find it inconceivable that I have always been as calm as I am—this person who is now becoming the calamity in my heart is only a person who appears in those yellowed legends...God.

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In late autumn, the dead leaves fall like dead butterflies, burying an indescribably cold.The bloody panting accompanied by sweat and the slightly rusty blade made an annoying sound in the dead leaves.

This scene may be suitable for a lonely hero who is on the run, but it is definitely not suitable for a lonely hero who is holding a baby in a dream in his arms, so that the hero can't even feel a little tragic.

The boy looked young and had a good appearance, but he always had an unspeakable aura. If he insisted on describing it, it was probably an aura that attracted women but disgusted men.

"Stinky boy... your brother's right hand is half useless, and he still wants to hug you, but the little white-eyed wolf is sleeping peacefully..." The young man muttered to himself, but his left hand tied the swaddle tighter, and his right hand hung down abnormally. Looking closely, the hand holding the long knife under the sleeve has turned blue, and some frost-like traces are still slowly spreading on the surface of the skin, and bone-piercing pain is raging in the meridians.

The dim consciousness caught the roar of the tame ferocious beast that was getting closer, and the greedy and ferocious expressions of those fellows who were eager to do meritorious deeds almost turned into evil thoughts and washed away the entire consciousness.

"Tsk..." A nasal sound that seemed to be disdainful finally turned into a wry smile on the corner of his lips, and his legs seemed to be unable to walk anymore. It hurt like hell.

The boy held the baby tightly with one hand, dragged the knife step by step, and walked heavily towards an ancient tree beside the dense forest. With his back supported, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Qing Yang, they're here to kill us again... Ha~ These old men are chasing a child and a half-old child at their age, and they don't feel tired..."

"Qing Yang, brother can only protect you here... It may hurt a little later, but don't be afraid, brother will always arrive before you on the road below, and maybe you will get two or three backs."

"Ha~ Don't be afraid, it's just a knife to the left and right... No, I heard that the ghosts who die the worst are the fiercest, see if I want to taunt them later and ask them to chop them up or something, so brother Can become a fierce ghost, so that those big and small ghosts dare not bully you..."

"Qing Yang, when you grow up, remember that you are not reincarnated from a ghost, you are my brother."

The tide-like voices gradually approached, and a chilling bloodthirsty oozes from the clear eyes of the young man.

...Death is like a lamp going out, but the fighting spirit is fierce, the sword is added to the body, and the laughter returns to hell.

Moonlight as blood.

The knife was full of blood, and the scattered stumps were turned into soil... These people fought against each other during their lifetime, but after their death, at least their flesh and blood soaked up this piece of vegetation, which can be regarded as a good fruit that is ridiculed.

The young man's ears were gradually unable to hear the sound. Under the numbness of pain, he still didn't feel the blood all over his body. He just remembered which house had the most mellow wine, or which house had the most delicate girls...

Thinking about it this way, he harmed so many girls in the past, and now his death is not considered an injustice, it just pities Qing Yang.

Finally, the shadows around who were screaming and shouting stopped their movements one after another.

Ye Qiukuang once felt that he was dead, and he looked the same in everything, until the handle of the knife slipped from his blood-stained hand, splashing a piece of ice cold like broken jade.

This year's snow came quickly enough.

He vaguely remembered that snowy nights were always extraordinarily quiet. Those rats, cats, birds, and insects had all nested in their lairs. Occasionally, wolves wandering around looking for animal carcasses hidden in the snow were also very light. With light hands and feet, he will never disturb people's sleep.

In fact, only the sound of human footsteps is so loud, stepping into the snow so lightly, from far to near, it sounds like a white fox turned into a monster, maybe following the candlelight burned by your window come knocking on your door.

...Wait, am I still alive?

Ye Qiukuang spent a little too long thinking about it, and when he opened his eyes with difficulty and shook off the snowflakes on his eyelashes, a figure just passed by slowly in his field of vision.

The shouts of killing that lingered in my ears were inexplicably silent, and the shadows of swords and swords were no longer around.

Ye Qiukuang's first impression was a monster. After the person looked at him blankly, he suddenly remembered that there was an adjective that he had only half understood until now. ——

Su.

This man looks too Su.

The family sister said that [-]% of people who are good looking and see Su's realm speak in a self-centered and hypocritical literary voice. Although most of them are not bad people, usually you will become brain-dead within a few words with him .

——What do you mean by brain damage?

——You fell in love with her at first sight and fell in love with her to the point of death. In the end, you became one of her harem and lived a life of jealousy and jealousy every day.

Ye Qiukuang, who was a little low in IQ, was so frightened that he looked stunned at the man who took out a book with a cover with a beautiful pattern like the sun and the moon, opened it and glanced at it. , walked over with a turn of pace.

The man's voice was a little cold, with a hoarse feeling.

He says--

"You can't hold the child like this, the head will be turned upside down, you have to support the back of the child's head with your hands."

"……"Are you serious?

It took Ye Qiukuang three breaths to react. This person who doesn't know where it came from... the white-haired but young-looking man was talking to him very seriously when he was just being hunted down to death. Discuss normative issues with child holding positions.

Ye Qiukuang has a beast-like intuition, which is not only useful in escaping, but also in judging people.Although the boy Bai in front of him looks like a young master specially sent by some demon organization to be hit by white lotuses from all walks of life, he doesn't seem to have any evil intentions.

It is true that I have never heard of any young master of the Demon Cult who has studied how to hold a child before, and there will never be any future comers.

Ye Qiukuang has never been a gentleman, seeing those chasing soldiers as if they had never been here before, and the injuries on his body are still serious, if it wasn't for the amazing skills he just awakened with his supernatural power If the chasing soldiers are turned into scum in seconds, then I'm afraid it's a ghost.

And to be able to say such warnings, the heart of a ghost will never be darker than that of a human.

A few dry laughs came out of his throat: "I said brother, just now, you saved me?"

The young man didn't speak, he put his hands into his sleeves out of habit, closed his eyes, and turned around, as if he was about to leave. Before he stepped on the snow with one step, his other foot was severely grabbed live.

The blood gushing from the bruised wound on Ye Qiukuang's hand slowly spread on the snow-white satin surface of the boots.

The boy's pale eyes looked at the boy who seemed to be dying, and asked softly: "Your fate is already over, now...who are you fighting for?"

"Even if you send off the Buddha, you have to go to the west to arrive at the end of the day... Brother, don't say any nonsense about forming a grass ring in the next life. Today, you and I must be destined to meet. For my little brother's sake, let's save it together. Otherwise, if I become a ghost... I will bite people."

This person thinks he can live if he is destined?

The young man still couldn't see any emotion in his white eyes, and said lightly: "You are exhausted because of carrying this child. I saved you today, and you will not die more easily in the future."

Ye Qiukuang looked at him, exerted all his strength on his five fingers, but did not loosen a bit: "That's all I have to do, I will worry about tomorrow... I will worry about tomorrow."

The young man took back his steps and seemed a little displeased: "People's time is the most precious. Although a joker like you has never caught my eye, your 'time' doesn't seem to be hard to swallow. It seems that apart from being with you If I trade, you will have no other choice..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Qiukuang's eyes began to blur, as if he was hallucinating, he saw a strange crimson glowing from the boy's white and black pupils. His sigh pierces the soul like a shot...

"There is still a long time before I give you...but after a long time, this child will definitely kill you." He hesitated for a moment, muttering to himself, but his eyes were still indifferent: "Huh? A baby who survives after death ? Maybe, it will kill me too... a joke."

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[A long time later, I asked my brother, how could such a strange existence like Juvenile Bai be so easily touched by him?My brother said, because your master is the only one I have ever seen, who can defeat the existence of the 80-year-old midwife in the village with the correct method of holding the child according to the legend, I throw you...entrust him, and you are more at ease than staying by my side . 】

Ye Qiukuang had a nightmare, in which no weird and mysterious boy appeared, and he watched Qing Yang being robbed by them and chopped into minced meat... Then he turned into a ghost, wandering on the road to Huangquan all day long, for a hundred years For thousands of years, I watched my enemies fall into the underworld one by one, and then pounced on them and took out their hearts.

When I woke up, it was raining outside, with a few wisps of cold smell, the sound of ticking rain slowly infiltrated the coldness in my restless heart, and the frenzy in my eyes faded away.The head is heavy, and what catches the eye is the kind of simple wooden beams. When you touch your body, the sheets are mortal blue printed coarse cloth, but most of the cultivators don't pay attention to high beds and soft pillows, and have a flat place to meditate Breath adjustment is enough... At this moment, either I had a dream last night and was picked up by the fairy sister for healing, or I had a dream last night and was picked up and injured by the fairy brother.

Well, stop making trouble, Qing Yang.

"..." Ye Qiukuang moved his limbs to make sure that he hadn't been amputated because of coma or something, and his cultivation base hadn't fallen too much. His waist and abdomen were wrapped in a white cloth, and the wound inside hurt all the way to his intestines... really To describe it, it is like the feeling of twitching in the stomach after constipation.

Good man, don't get out of bed when you bleed and sweat... Bah, don't shed tears if you bleed and sweat.

Holding the table, I slowly moved to the window, and opened the window a little bit. It wasn't raining outside, but the snow on the roof melted, and the sound of snow dripping down.Looking along the eaves of the corridor, I saw a beautiful young woman sitting on a rattan chair, her face was a little pale, but she was rocking a cradle, and in the cradle... well, it was his family's little Qing Yang, and someone took it. A silk ribbon blindfolded his eyes, and it seemed that the stretched arms and legs seemed to be far away from the end of the game.

So Ye Qiukuang scratched his head through the window and said, "Uh, madam, thank you for saving me last night..."

The young woman was also quite surprised at how the young man recovered so quickly, she stood up and saluted: "Young Xia is polite, the servant is just a nanny hired by that young master, if there is anything wrong, you might as well talk to that young gentleman More on that later."

"... Nanny?"

The young woman hesitated for a moment, seeing that Ye Qiukuang had a clear face, he didn't look like a villain, so she carried the child into the room and said with a smile.

"...If that son is not really young, the servants would really think this child is his own son. The son said that you are seriously injured, and asked the servants to take care of him."

"Isn't it, a young man with white hair? About this height, dressed like a white vixen?"

The beautiful woman nodded and said: "Young master came last night. He hired the slave family to be the child's wet nurse, and gave him instructions on the child's clothes for a long time."

Ye Qiukuang reflected for a while on his level of child-rearing in the past, took a deep breath of inferiority, and said, "Madam, do you know who he is from?"

The beautiful woman was quite surprised and said: "Aren't you together? He said that this child is your younger brother..."

"This...is just a chance encounter last night. To be honest, I never thought that a stranger could do this. Maybe a different person has a different way of doing things."

The beautiful woman respectfully said: "So... that young master can be called benevolent and righteous."

Hearing the word benevolence and righteousness, Ye Qiukuang smiled and said nothing, the word benevolence and righteousness can be said by mortals at will, but to the ears of a cultivator, it is no different from a joke.

After chatting for a while, the beautiful woman put the child down, opened the door to see the rice porridge on the stove and brought it to him later, Ye Qiukuang was not pretentious about bigu, thanked him, and after the beautiful woman left, he lowered his head to look The little baby around.

——You ran out of breath because of carrying this child. I saved you today, and you won't die easier in the future than today.

who is he?Why do you say such things...

I never told him that Qing Yang was my younger brother, how did he know?

Ye Qiukuang closed his eyes and recalled, and made sure that there was absolutely no such person in his memory who was related to his clan or the ghost fetus.

Or a chaser hired by his father?It seems that it is not the style of that father to send experts to approach him in such a devious way just for the sake of a half-disabled person.

Thinking of this, Ye Qiukuang felt a dull pain in his head, the injury was too serious last night, many details were blurred.

He lowered his head to check, and found that the baby was sleeping soundly in the soft swaddle, and his small brows were not as tightly locked as they were when they fled a few days ago.

Ye Qiukuang untied the ribbon that tied the baby's eyes: "It stands to reason that a baby of three or four months is not too young, why haven't you seen this child open his eyes?"

After all, men are not as meticulous as women, and after relaxing now, they realize that the baby has never cried and opened their eyes since birth. Ye Qiukuang murmured twice and tried to gently open the baby's eyelids with his fingers...

The wooden door suddenly creaked open.

"If you want to die, you continue."

The light outside the door fell into the dark room, and the backlight outlined the snow-white hair of the person, giving people an illusion like a god descending in a trance.

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