Beichen is like a song

For two days and two nights, this man just sat under that tree, saying the same words, maintaining a straight posture, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he wanted to look for Mo Ruge's figure. Xing Beichen knew that if he continued like this He will not be able to bear it. If a person does not eat or drink for three days, even an individual will not be able to bear it.

When he opened his eyes, he didn't see Mo Ruge, but there was an extra piece of clothing on his body, and there was an extra package of food beside him.

Xing Beichen always felt that as long as he continued, Mo Ruge would definitely give up the confrontation first, but he saw a note on the package: Please come back.

There are only two words, and there is no emotion at all.

"Mo Ruge, come out and go home!" Xing Beichen was very weak, his voice was as small as an ant's, but his tone was firm.

Mo Ruge sat in the tall tree next to him, the lush green leaves blocked his body, but he didn't speak, just silently listened to Xing Beichen's voice with his ears sideways, lazily pillowed on one of his own arm.

In fact, his anger disappeared. When he put clothes on Xing Beichen at night, he found that the man's lips had changed from red to white, and his whole face looked lifeless. When facing Xing Beichen like this, he knew that he was a little His anger is gone, and he doesn't want to punish him anymore.

Stupid human being, Mo Ruge thought to himself, thanks to you for coming up with a bitter plan.

"Forget it, go back..." The little cat demon jumped down from the canopy of the tree. He wanted to go home and lie down comfortably, but found that Xing Beichen was gone. He took the clothes with him, and the package was still in the original place. On the ground, the note was torn off, turned into a ball and thrown elsewhere.

Mo Ruge twitched the corner of her mouth, picked up the paper ball and the package, a trace of desolation flashed in her eyes: Heh, man.

Xishan is desolate, but there has never been a lack of whereabouts, but because of the face of this black cat demon, he dare not come out to do anything wrong.

Just as not all people are good people, and not all demons are good demons. There are many forms and purposes of existence. Some demons like to be unrestrained and pretentious, and some demons like to enjoy health care with a pure heart and few desires. like to eat.

There is also a lot of attention to eating, some monsters like to suffocate, some monsters like to chew carefully, and some monsters like to torture slowly.

But the same thing, they all like fresh human flesh. These monsters hide in the dark and secret, and if you don't look carefully, you can't find them. Xing Beichen must be too lucky, otherwise how could he find them accurately Stepped into someone else's hunting trap.

"Yao'er..." The first reaction of falling down was to call Mo Ruge's name, then Xing Beichen opened his eyes and found that he had fallen into a hole facing down. It was daytime, and the light in the hole was very dim , he vaguely saw the vines, and was immediately brought back to his senses by the sound of dull breathing.

"Come uninvited, I'm welcome." There was a voice in the dark, gloomy. I don't know if it was a ghost or a demon. In short, the voice made people feel horrified. The other party let out a heroic and sinister laugh. The sound of things scraping against the hole was harsh, "This barren mountain is not the territory of the black cat demon. If you take half a step away from him, it is your own fault."

Xing Beichen sneered weakly, his life is considered legendary enough to write novels, if there is still a chance.

There was a dark wind blowing from the opposite side, and a sharp stroke passed by, drawing a red mark on his face, which landed three centimeters away from his right ear.

A warm liquid ran across his cheeks, and tears and blood fused together.At that moment just now, Xing Beichen thought of the sweetheart who was also on this mountain. This is probably a near-death experience. All the precious images will be played back in your mind like a movie. Only at the moment when life is hanging by a thread, You find out what it is you want most.

It is a pair of people from one generation to the next.

Xing Beichen is a very ambitious person with lofty aspirations.Ever since he was a child, he wanted to be the most powerful person in the entire demon city. Even if he is still a college student, he still wants to be the one standing on the top. He likes the feeling of looking down on the world, and he likes high places.

Since he was a child, he must be the best learner and the most popular. At that time, only Lin Hui could win him, and he was willing.

It wasn't until now that he finally realized that walking with heavy loads was really tiring, all he needed was a hug.

Pale, weak.

Unprecedented is the power pouring out, and the overdrawn physical strength can no longer support him to resist. Anyway, people can't beat the demon after all, and it will be futile for him to resist fearlessly.

So he stood motionless, and a ray of sunlight came through the hole and fell on his face.One person and one demon, one light and one dark, with great disparity in power.

"It's been a long time since I've eaten human flesh. You're unlucky that people actually come to such a ghostly place." The monster hiding in the darkness spoke hoarsely.

The goblins who can see people hide in the crowd, and the monsters who can't see the light can only hide in the shadows. Xing Beichen breathed out calmly, thinking about whether the life and death that the king of the underworld said is today.

A claw came over and landed on his arm. Xing Beichen gritted his teeth and gasped, unable to stand and almost fell down.

There was another gust of wind due to the speed, and there was a "pop", but it didn't land on him, and instead he was hugged tightly by a hug.

"Ah..." was the cry of the monster.

Mo Ruge hugged him, and his hair exploded. Even with his eyes closed, he could still feel the other party's angry gaze.

Xing Beichen couldn't wait to open his eyes for the first time, the little cat demon was staring at him angrily, there seemed to be flames in his eyes, the veins around his temples were prominent, and the pointed canine teeth grew a little, this is what made him angry It looks like no creature dares to approach within 300 meters.

"It hurts." Mo Ruge had no other expression on his face, even the tone of condolence was cold.

"It hurts." Xing Beichen consciously showed a pained expression for comfort.

Mo Ruge didn't pay attention to him, just turned his back and protected him with his hands behind him, like a hen protecting a chick. There were five obvious bloodstains on his bare shoulders, which were deep. The monster seemed to want to Killed him with this blow, but Mo Ruge suddenly descended.Xing Beichen frowned, the bloodstains were shocking in his eyes.

"You only have this little ability. It seems that you have used seven points of strength to draw five marks. You have no talent and no cultivation. Isn't it good to accumulate some kindness? You have to come to hurt people?"

Mo Ruge sneered, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face, as if he didn't pay attention to the other party, "Your paws are stained with my blood, which is considered to be marked with my mark, your grandfather and I have always been a good person , then I will..."

The things in the darkness dare not speak, waiting for the other party to extend an olive branch.

"Then I don't care about you, wait to die." The smile disappeared, and the tone was cold again.

Mo Ruge has always lived a very Buddhist life. If the river does not interfere with the well water, there will be no problem. He will not care whether you eat meat or shit, but as long as you step on a hair of him, you will not be able to live in mediocrity.

"Yao'er..." Xing Beichen stroked his shoulder, wanting to kiss him.

Mo Ruge put his arms around his waist and brought Xing Beichen up.The ground is full of sunshine, the warm wind is blowing, and the green leaves are like foliage, shaking his eyes so much that he can't open his eyes, but he is holding on to Mo Ruge's arm, "Yao'er...does it hurt?"

Mo Ruge let go of his hand immediately, originally his anger had dissipated long ago, but this man's life was hanging by a thread just now, if he hadn't arrived in time, he would have died, thinking of this, he was so angry that he wished he could go up and bite, but The face of the man in front of him was too pale, like paper, only his eyes were like the rippling Lake Baikal.

"I'm not a nine-tailed fox, I'm not that old immortal Xiaobai, I'm not a god. Xing Beichen, please be a little self-aware, you are an ordinary human being, and you will die if something happens to you, please take care of yourself, okay?" "

Mo Ruge really wanted to step forward and slap him, but he couldn't do it, "Even if you don't want your life, please don't implicate me. I only have one life, and I still want to live well."

"Does it hurt..." Xing Beichen didn't listen to his reprimand, his eyes were fixed on the bloodstain, there was blood left from the mark, and it solidified halfway, he reached out to wipe it off, Mo Ruge flexibly out of the way.

In normal times, Xing Beichen would always be able to grab him accurately, but he was too weak and would fall down when touched.

The little cat demon pinched his face with his backhand. The scar under the right ear was not deep, but in Mo Ruge's eyes, it was more tragic than a series of car crashes. He was so distressed. If he had known this would be the result, he would have been obedient and went home with him.Still pretending to be arrogant and noble, he doesn't even need his dignity, just pretend to be a fart.

"Does it hurt?" Mo Ruge wiped the edge of the scar with his thumb, but the other party just stared at him blindly.

This is a desire, a greedy desire, for fear that this hope will suddenly disappear in the blink of an eye. Only by opening your eyes can you ensure that he disappears out of thin air.

Mo Ruge: "..." Damn it.Could this be an auspicious sign that he is about to change from zero to one!

"I hurt." This man's sudden coquettishness made Mo Ruge stunned for a long time, and when he realized it, Xing Beichen had already thrown himself into his arms, slightly raised his head and kissed his chin, with a soft and soft tone Rubbing Mo Ruge's indifference: "I hurt. My face hurts, my waist hurts, my thigh hurts, my whole body hurts... Not only does it hurt, but I'm also cold and hungry. So... you come home with me .”

Mo Ruge searched his stomach, but he couldn't think of the logical relationship between the fact that he was sore, hungry and cold, and the conclusion of "you come home with me", this man just bit and licked on his neck presumptuously .

Mo Ruge whistled loudly, pushed his head away, and kissed his scar.

"It's rare to act like a baby." Mo Ruge smiled cheerfully, this is even more rare than snow in Guangdong, "Let's go, I won't play anymore, I almost put your life in it. Xing Beichen, Stop being coquettish, it's not for you!"

"It's fine if I can lure you home." Xing Beichen curled his lips, and didn't dare to close his eyes until he saw the upward curve of Mo Ruge's mouth, and passed out heavily, and pressed down on the little cat demon weakly.

The world is fantasy and the universe is prehistoric. Since ancient times, no one has surpassed the word "love".

At this time, Hei Wuchang hurried past with the dead soul he fished out of the cave, and unconsciously glanced at Mo Ruge standing in the middle of the road blocking his way.

There were bloodstains on his right shoulder, and a man was carried on his left shoulder, with a long tail dangling on his hip.

He seemed to feel that he was blocking the way, so he stood aside very consciously, and nodded politely to Heiwuchang.

Heiwu was like a ghost. Since when has this black cat been so polite, he usually acts like a bully. He heheed guiltyly.

Then, the dead soul who followed behind suddenly drew a parabola from behind him to the sky ahead, and disappeared before his eyes.

Mo Ruge: "I'm sorry, the road is too slippery, I accidentally kicked it."

Black Impermanence: "..."