This is my little scallop

Chu Xuan faintly heard the whistling sound of the storm in his sleep, and the white and light snowflakes were blown by the storm, falling on the ground and turning into hard gravel.

He snorted softly and turned over.

Hughes was walking straight towards the boundless distance, undisturbed by the violent and clamoring wind and snow.

He crossed the storm and walked in the dead silence.

Chu Xuan sneezed lightly, rubbing the tip of his frozen red nose.

The snow on the ground was getting thicker and thicker, and another more violent hurricane hit, and the biting chill was like thousands of knives across Hughes and Chu Xuan's whole body.

"Hiss—" Chu Xuan shivered in his sleep.

A mouthful of black blood overflowed from the corner of Hughes' mouth, his pale mouth was pursed, and he looked down at the dying little ball in his eyelid

I saw Hughes holding Chu Xuan's shell and putting him into the inner pocket of the black clothes.

Hughes was very warm in his black clothes. He frowned, his body became more and more unstable due to the hurricane, so he stretched out his hands and pressed Hughes' chest.

This person is really warm.

Chu Xuan closed his eyes and rubbed.

Hughes Senhan's red pupils were slightly dazed, and the screaming pain on his body was gradually subsiding, like a scorching flame being extinguished by the cold and icy ice, making the ferocious and bloodthirsty beast in his heart silent.

He huddled in Hughes' black pocket in a daze, with his head and back tilted up, precariously.

Hughes lowered his eyes, and saw the little guy in his chest pocket, sleeping soundly without heart and soul, his round fleshy face was tilted back, and his little nose inadvertently blew out a snot bubble while sleeping, and then "boo", suddenly broken.

Hughes pursed his thin lips slightly, and the corners of his lips showed a hint of pleasure.

A wisp of red smoke supported the little dumpling that fell out of its pocket while sleeping.

Hughes withdrew his gaze, and he raised his slender hands to straighten the hat attached to the black robe. His fingers were slender and well-proportioned, and the wide cuffs revealed the little finger with only pale phalanges when he inadvertently raised his hand.

The flesh of the right finger disappeared.

The flesh on the edge of the phalanx was still fading away without any traces, the pure white snowflakes all over the sky, like a holy white butterfly sent by the gods, gnawed away his flesh little by little.

Hughes' eyes were dim, and there was cold and numb disdain in his eyes.

This is the so-called god.

When Hughes noticed Chu Xuan's waking up, he raised his intact left hand and covered the black robe up, just covering Chu Xuan.

Chu Xuan stretched out his small fleshy hand and gently tore off the black robe that Hughes had blocked his sight.

He was almost out of sight.

Hughes raised his left hand to block the part that Chu Xuan pulled away.

"Stay still." The last blizzard came.

That was the last blizzard that the gods used to destroy Hughes.

Seeing that the hurricane sheet rolled up quickly, Chu Xuan obediently retracted it into Hughes' pocket, only daring to look around with a pair of round black eyes.

This hurricane is not as big as he can imagine, and its destructiveness is heavier than any storm.

It is hard to predict what a brutal and brutal destruction they will experience.

"Looks like the gods have abandoned you, little one."

Hughes' eyes were dim, and a trace of cruelty flashed across his bloodthirsty eyes.

Blood-red smoke suddenly rose from his body, and chaotic hostility and killing intent spread wildly.The huge cloud of smoke expanded in the white earth, competing with the murderous blizzard hurricane.

"Peng—"

Under the huge impact, Chu Xuan fainted from the shock.

……

Chu Xuan was lying under the bright light, the warm and brilliant sunlight shone on his body, the warm light was so warm that he could feel it even with his eyes closed.

Chu Xuan lay down comfortably with his eyes closed, thinking that he should have arrived in a happy and warm paradise by now.

So, thinking about it, Chu Xuan opened his eyes expectantly.

What came into view was a pair of sinister red eyes.

Chu Xuan:!

It was an uncomfortable start.

Chu Xuan trembled in fright, and fell back into the shell limply.

Sitting on the deserted sand, Hughes glanced down at the weak Chu Xuan. This little thing could restrain the burning pain in his body every time he deliberately touched him.

Hughes put his fingertips against Chu Xuan's lips, and a wisp of red smoke pierced his fingertips.

The dark red blood spontaneously flowed into Chu Xuan's mouth, and he felt a warm and bloody smell stimulating his taste buds.

That warmth was slowly absorbed by Chu Xuan, roasting his whole body like a ball of warm fire, slowing down his hunger, cold and powerlessness.

It didn't take long for Chu Xuan to recover most of his strength.

In his blurred vision, he saw Hughes slowly retracting his blood-stained fingertips.

It wasn't Chu Xuan's illusion, this vicious ghost really saved himself with blood, when Chu Xuan still thought he wanted to crush him to death.

But isn't he an evil spirit? How could he have flesh and blood...

Chu Xuan shook his head, he knew that with his small brain, he would definitely not be able to think of anything.

Hughes held Chu Xuan closer to him, and tapped Chu Xuan's forehead with his fingertips. His fingertips alone were half the size of Chu Xuan's forehead.

"You saved me again."

Chu Xuan tilted his head in doubt again.

save who?

Who saves?

Didn't he save himself just now?

Hughes' red eyes stared at Chu Xuan for a few seconds, and Chu Xuan was blinking his eyes ignorantly, looking at him with bright innocent eyes, petite balls without sharpness, and the tip of his nose was reddish.

Looking at the only elf born in his own domain, Hughes reached out and tapped his little fleshy face.

Soft to the touch.

Since Chu Xuan absorbed the blood essence of Hughes, he found that he seemed to have grown up a bit, including his delicate protective shell.

Now he is about five or six centimeters tall, with a shoulder width of two or three centimeters.The body width is about equivalent to the middle finger and index finger of an adult male, and the height is equivalent to the length of the index finger.

The horizontal width of his "little home" is about ten centimeters, which is much more spacious.It's just that the flesh on his body didn't develop in a balanced way due to the growth of his body size, and he still looked fleshy, like a Q-version villain who came out of a comic.

He bent his knees and hugged his legs, sitting obediently in the center of the shell.

Hughes poked Chu Xuan's soft and cute little face again, like the softest cotton ball, and his innocent eyes glistened with water.Docile and pitiful, without the slightest offensive power, the more likable he looks.

But at this time, the ignorant Chu Xuan didn't know what Hughes was thinking, and was poked in the face by Hughes one after another.

After five or six pokes from Hughes.

Chu Xuan raised his head, pursed his chubby round face, and muttered in his heart.

This man is annoying.

The snow disappeared and the place turned into a barren desert.

A wisp of red smoke swept away the fine sand that hit Chu Xuan's body, and surrounded Chu Xuan with a light red transparent thin layer. This transparent "protective film" blocked the rough wind and sand from attacking Chu Xuan. blowing.

Chu Xuan raised his head, looking curiously at the thin red transparent layer around his body.

He couldn't help but stood up and opened his little hand to touch it.

Could it be... this is magic?!

When Chu Xuan's palm touched the thin red layer, more than a dozen red bubbles swung out immediately, floating around Chu Xuan's body, and when they burst, they were in the shape of flowers.

Brilliant and empty.

The brilliance on the desert was superimposed with the beautiful and dreamy bubbles, like many elegant butterflies, fluttering in the dry and scorching air, Chu Xuan couldn't help but feel a little dazzled.

Chu Xuan raised his head and staggered, and accidentally fell back.

Just when he was about to fall, a red bubble suddenly padded under Chu Xuan's buttocks, like a soft pillow, and it was quite comfortable to sit on.

Chu Xuan thought it was fun, he got up and picked up the red bubble with two small hands and bounced it a few times. The bubble was as elastic as a rubber ball, jumping higher and higher.

After playing for a while, he bent down and hid the red bubble in the shell. After covering it and the gravel with a small quilt, he still raised his hand and patted it.

Chu Xuan's bright and romantic smile made the coldness in Hughes' eyes inadvertently lighten a bit, and gradually curbed the wanton killing in his heart, and the extreme hostility inadvertently faded and became lighter.

Chu Xuan saw that Hughes had been staring at him.

He looked up at "Little Red" behind him, and then at Hughes' cold face.

He hurriedly pretended to be indifferent and sat down.

It hides the red bubbles and purple-brown gravel behind it, like a cub guarding its food carefully.

Chu Xuan hugged his knees, raised his head carefully, blinking his big ignorant eyes quickly,

Regardless of.

Anyway, Xiaohong is his now!

Hughes didn't know what Chu Xuan was muttering in his heart, he raised his hand and poked Chu Xuan's soft face again,

"That useless knight called you something," Hughes said in a questioning tone after looking at the little group for a few seconds, "Tyl?"

The author has something to say: Hughes: My wife is so soft.