Five supernatural bosses are vying to marry me

"I heard that the Shaking Flower Festival will give people to the Witch God, I don't want to go," a hoarse young voice cried: "My brother was chosen to give it to the Witch God three years ago, and he never came back, even though the Witch God is very good. , but I want to be with my parents."

Another weak male voice sounded muffled in the darkness: "Why don't the children of the upper classes need to be picked up to the witch gods every year, and they can still eat so many delicious things every day, but if we want to eat good food, we have to hold a ceremony to worship the witch gods first." Ritual..."

"My grandma told me," a young voice continued: "The witch god likes pure children, we are, they are superior people who don't deserve to be liked by the witch god..."

Shit, Nan Jing who just woke up from a coma cursed in his heart, what he likes or not is just a deceptive rhetoric, Nan Jing got up, and he felt sore all over when he sat up, he couldn't help it With a soft hiss, someone next to him touched him and asked worriedly, "Are you okay?"

With a very bright young voice, Nan Jing looked to the side, and with the little light in the darkness from the gap in the window, he could barely recognize this boy. It was the boy who saw being bullied when he first came in. .

Nan Jing hesitated and was about to speak, when suddenly a familiar moist and gentle voice rang in his ear, "Don't pay attention to him, he has a problem."

Um?Nan Jing felt the voice coming from his left ear. It was Xie Yi speaking. The voice was very weak and small, as if... Nan Jing touched the earring hanging on his left ear. A string of very small things that are not slippery.

Is it Xie Yi?

"It's me," Xie Yi, the person in the left ear, said in a warm voice, "Miao Jinli was arrested, and you were taken directly to this dungeon. In order to hide my whereabouts, I changed into my original form. Now this group of people can't find me."

The original shape...Nan Jing subconsciously touched it again, um, it was too small and could only feel the scales were a little hard.

"Nanjing..." Xie Yi's voice was a little helpless.

The boy next to him interrupted the communication between the two of them. He sat next to Nan Jing with his knees hugged, and whispered, "Are you okay? When I touched your wrist just now, I found that you were very hot. Did you have a fever?"

This place is dark and narrow. The young man next to Nan Jing speaks very softly, with a particularly youthful taste. Nan Jing turned his head and glanced at the young man. In all fairness, this young man looks really good-looking, like a pair of opals. His pupils looked young but with a slight charm, Nan Jing always felt that he was very familiar.

Nan Jing shook his head and said, "No, it should be because your hands are too cold."

"Is that so?" The boy buried his head in his knees in a little disappointment: "Yes, it's so cold here, I really want to go home."

Xie Yi said just now that the young man had a problem, and Nan Jing believed it, without it, it was too much of a coincidence, when they first came in, they encountered the scene where the young man was being bullied, and now they were caught, and the young man sitting next to him was this young man.

To be honest, even if Xie Yi didn't remind him, Nan Jing wouldn't think that the boy was telling the truth.

The obvious script.

But... Nan Jing saw the depressed expression of the young man, and the mournful look of every 16-year-old boy in this narrow place, so he said a word: "Well... what do you mean by dedicated to the witch god?"

"do not you know?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as Nan Jing asked, the boy who was buried in his knees suddenly raised his head and looked at him with wide eyes. His eyes really looked like gems, slightly different from the gems of the puppet, more flexible , more agile, more clear, untouched innocence and simplicity.

The boys who were all sad came over when they heard this: "Which family are you from? Why haven't I seen you before? Don't you know about witch gods?"

Talking all over the place, it was like poking a hornet's nest. This group of boys who were only sixteen or seventeen was noisy and lively, and when they heard that Nan Jing didn't know, they hurriedly told Nan Jing.

"We have a festival here called the Shaking Flower Festival. In this festival, we will send two pairs of young men and women around 16 years old to the witch god who is in charge of our lives."

"At that time, all the young men and women around 16 years old who are selected will stand under the Witch God tree one by one. When the Witch God tree drops a lot of petals, that person will be selected to serve the Witch God."

"Yes, yes, after the witch god chooses four people, he will give us a lot of items, food and clothing."

"We will rest for many days and only visit relatives and friends every day. Everyone can get food. My family got a whole pig last year, as well as various utensils. If we are lucky, we can even get ointment."

Nan Jing paused, then asked slowly: "Then what about the four people who enshrined the witch god?"

The young man sitting next to Nan Jing whispered: "Probably won't come back. Few people who worship the witch god can come back, because worshiping the witch god is the purest thing, and they have to keep their purity, so they can't come back."

As soon as this sentence was finished, the entire dark space fell silent.

What a pure thing, Nan Jing sneered in his heart, it was just an excuse for those people, but he did not refute it, or in other words, Nan Jing looked at the eyes of these young people, and could not refute at all.

Soon, it was time for the group of teenagers to go to bed, only the boy sitting next to Nan Jing stayed awake, he bit his lip, and looked at Nan Jing several times, when he was about to sleep, he finally couldn't help it. He kept saying, "You look like my brother, can I call you brother?"

This familiar sentence of brother evokes a little memory of Nan Jing. Nan Jing touched his forehead, and a strange scene flashed in his mind. He looked at the young man and said softly: "You don't even know my name, why do you call me?" brother."

The boy's face turned pale, he moved to the side, paused, and then fell asleep.

Nan Jing asked softly, "Who do you think he is?"

Xie Yi said softly, "It may be the Emperor of Heaven."

"Haven't you met him?" Nan Jing frowned, "Since you two are so familiar, even if this is his disguise, you should know what he looks like, right?"

Xie Yi's voice carried a gentle tide: "It's been too long, Nan Jing, the last time I saw him was a hundred years ago, and I don't remember what he looks like anymore."

"It's been a long time, Xiao Nan Jing, it's normal for my brother to not remember clearly."

Nan Jing pursed his lips, and suddenly stretched out his hand to grab the cold little thing on the left ear ornament. Under the weak light, Nan Jing squinted and squeezed the thing twice, probably the small thin strip on his finger, His whole body was covered with hard scales.

"Nan Jing," Xie Yi paused, and a stiff voice came to Nan Jing's mind: "You touched my seven inches."

Nan Jing was expressionless: "Are you a snake? Just touch seven inches."

"I don't think there is any difference between dragons and snakes here." Xie Yi's voice trembled: "Let go."

Nan Jing shook the small thing in his hand, raised the corner of his mouth, slowly put Xie Yi back on the earring of his left ear, and snorted: "Since you know that you are under my control now, don't mess with little Xie Yi." , the shallow water of Longju can't turn up the wind and waves, so you can take it easy for me."