After the defeat of the devil, there is an extra child

Ning Xiu cried earth-shatteringly, and this time he seemed to be really impatient, he was about to cry until he was out of breath, his little face was purple from holding back, and he was about to lose his breath.

Chu Jun stood up with him in his arms, and patted him on the back vigorously, only then did he catch his breath suddenly.

But even though Ning Xiu cried hoarsely, he wanted to reach out for the little puppet Ning Buwei was holding.

Ning Buwei saw him look like he was about to cry to death in the past, no matter what, he still felt distressed, so he tried to use a trick to give him a puppet that was exactly the same, but Ning Xiu saw it at a glance and refused to accept it. .

"Wow—" Ning Xiu cried even harder.

I want my little puppet--

In the end, Ning Buwei had no choice but to hand him the little puppet pretending to be dead.

Ning Xiu was out of breath from crying, hugged his little puppet and cried for a while, then stopped sobbing, tugging his arms and legs, to make sure that there was not a piece of wood missing before he was relieved.

It's just that the cinnabar between the eyebrows can't be wiped off.

"Ah~" Ning Xiu bulged his cheeks. "Ah da~"

The little puppet is not good~

Ning Buwei stared at the puppet with a displeased face.

Although he was sure that there was no harm in this thing except that it was strong, but he was inexplicably upset that his son cared so much about it.

Tsk, a piece of broken wood.

"What about a piece of wood?" Ning Buwei stared at the little puppet sourly, and threatened, "If you have the ability, just keep pretending to be dead."

The puppet was quietly hugged by Ning Xiu, without any movement.

"Ah~" Ning Xiu looked up at him.

Daddy's words don't count~

Ning Buwei wiped the tears on his face with a handkerchief, "He ran out by himself, ask your mother if you don't believe me."

"Ah?" Ning Xiu cried so hard that his voice became hoarse. Chu Jun touched his back and touched his sweat.

Seeing Ning Xiu questioning himself, Chu Jun lowered his eyes and said against his conscience: "Well, he ran out by himself."

The little puppet being held by Ning Xiu: ...

Ning Xiu looked down at the puppet, then looked up at Ning Buwei pitifully: "Ah~"

Daddy~ he is my good friend~ not bad~

Ning Buwei cleared his throat and hugged him, "Keep it, I won't burn it for you."

Chu Jun changed him into fresh and clean clothes, Ning Xiu yawned, pointed to the little yellow duck on the clothes, and pointed to the little clothes on the puppet, "Da~"

The same duckling~

After finally coaxing Ning Xiu to sleep, Ning Buwei quietly threw a few talismans on the puppet before he felt relieved.

The moon is already hanging high outside the window.

Feizhou unhurriedly broke through the flowing clouds and moved forward. Chu Jun stood in front of the window with his back facing him, holding a few small stones in his hand, he walked over and sat on the window sill, "Reckoning?"

"Well, this puppet is really weird." Chu Jun casually scattered the small stones in his hand on the window sill, and one of them rolled to Ning Buwei's knee, hit it and then rolled away a little.

Ning Buwei bowed his head to read the hexagrams with him.

"What does this mean?" Ning Buwei felt familiar, Chu Jun seemed to have taught him, but he couldn't remember.

"Same root, same origin, life and death balance each other." Chu Jun frowned slightly after speaking.

Ning Buwei is not very good at interpreting the hexagram: "Same root, same origin... Is this puppet also an exquisite bone?"

"Probably not, but it has a deep relationship with Linglong Gu." Chu Jun pointed to the small stone that was about to touch his knees, "Although this puppet and Ning Xiu don't seem to be connected by blood with you and me, they are also very close. It is the fate formed by Linglong Gu before you and I became human with flesh and blood spirits."

Ning Bu furrowed his eyebrows into knots, "Is life and death equal?"

"... This puppet is here to repay kindness and death." Chu Jun looked at the two small stones that collided together, and the stones were covered with cracks like spider webs.

Ning Buwei was stunned, "Pay for your life?"

The cycle of cause and effect, if you repay your kindness, the biggest thing is to save your life, but if you repay your life, it is a great hatred, if repaying your kindness and repaying your life are mixed together——

Ning Buwei flipped his wrist, Suzaku's narrow knife came out in response, and jumped down from the window sill with a gloomy face, "It's better to chop this broken wood into firewood!"

Chu Jun hurriedly stopped him, "This is Ning Xiu's own business, if you and I intervene rashly, I'm afraid it will make things worse."

"His soul is inherently unstable, and his soul will fly away at any time. What is the fate of seventy-seven and forty-nine? If he is not careful, he will be finished. This piece of broken wood will add to the chaos. Don't you intervene and let him die!" Ning Buwei said coldly: "Life and death are the balance of bullshit, what kind of thing is he worthy of being tied to my son's life!?"

"Chengfeng, calm down." Chu Jun took the Suzaku narrow knife away from his hand, thought for a moment and said, "This may not be a bad thing."

Ning Buwei frowned tightly.

"Do you still remember the comment given by Sang Yun?" Chu Jun said: "'Trace to the root, scattered in all directions', this puppet and Ning Xiu have the same root and origin, and it may not be Ning Xiu's vitality."

Ning Buwei's face softened a little.

"We came to Floating Realm this time to find the root of Ning Xiu. Hua Ran has already found the cave where Ning Xingyuan took the Linglong bone back then, and is waiting for us to go there." Chu Jun stretched out his hand and squeezed his shoulder, "Yes With the puppet here, there is another clue."

Ning Buwei was silent for a while, and said, "Who is Hua Ran?"

Chu Jun: "...that flower demon on Xiaoqiu Mountain."

"Oh." Ning Buwei said, "I don't like him very much."

Chu Jun said helplessly: "He has changed his face back."

Ning Buwei groaned, leaned against the window and pinched his face, "I still like this face on your body."

"Yeah." A smile flashed across Chu Jun's eyes.

Ning Buwei was not very emotional because the calculated hexagram was not very emotional, and Chu Jun's hexagram skills were so superbly accurate that it was frighteningly accurate. When he thought that this puppet might have entrapped Linglonggu, he would panic—even if it was Linglonggu instead of Ning Xiu now. Diaphragm response.

Fuck the same root, the same root, the same root, the same root, and such an innocent little bone, doesn't his conscience hurt this piece of broken wood?Who cares about him paying for his life...

Chu Jun patted him on the back reassuringly, "It's getting late, let's rest."

Ning Buwei was immediately happy because of his light slap, and said teasingly, "I'm not Ning Xiu for your technique."

Chu Jun glanced at him, lowered his head and touched the corner of his mouth lightly, and said softly, "Is that so?"

The warm and soft touch was fleeting, and Ning Buwei subconsciously licked the corners of his mouth before remembering his original plan to come tonight.

He originally planned to clean up Chu Jun tonight.

The result was mixed with a piece of broken wood.

Ning Buwei hugged his waist in dissatisfaction, and kissed him hard on the neck, but regretfully changed his method, tilting his head to Chu Jun's ear and said: "Master Chu, my dantian seems to be a little cracked again. .”

Sure enough, Chu Jun's expression froze when he heard the words, "But Cao manipulated too many magic circles in the tomb?"

Ning Buwei's eyes were serious, "You can use your spiritual consciousness to enter my sea of ​​consciousness to help you take a look, okay?"

"Okay." Chu Jun nodded.

Seeing him in samadhi, Ning Buwei raised the corners of his mouth lazily.

Ah, what a lie.

Then happily entered his own sea of ​​consciousness and prepared to "enjoy" the beauty.

Unexpectedly, the spiritual consciousness sank into the sea of ​​consciousness, but no shadow of Chu Jun's spiritual consciousness was found.

After searching around and still not seeing anyone, Ning Buwei suddenly felt something was wrong, and called out tentatively: "Chu Jun?"

Before he finished speaking, his whole body was covered by a large cloud of white mist on the broken wall. The warm and moist mist lingered around his body, lingering and ambiguous.

Ning Buwei was facing the broken wall covered with moss, just about to turn his head, but the back of his neck was pinched gently by a hand with sharp knuckles, Chu Jun's deep voice mixed with bitter fragrance rang close to his ears :

"I checked your dantian just now when you sealed the Dao Deed, it's very... beautiful."

The fingers pinching the back of his neck lightly pressed on his Adam's apple, and someone behind him lowered his head and bit his shoulder.

In the dense white mist, another hand clasped the hands he was trying to attack, and easily restrained his attempt to resist. Ning Buwei's wrist was forced to rest on the back waist, and Chu Jun's voice seemed to change. It turned into a light and fluttering feather, which fluttered down his waist and into his ears in the white mist.

"But it doesn't hurt to double-check it."

Ning Buwei laughed lazily, and the thick black mist exploded instantly, entangled with the white mist.

In the labyrinth-like sea of ​​consciousness, thick fog rose up everywhere, filling the air.