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At that moment, Lan Qiaoyi felt cold all over his body, he wanted to turn around and run away, but under the gazes staring at him, he felt that his legs were rooted and he couldn't move.

Lan Qiaoyi's hand holding the edge of the hood was grasped. He subconsciously wanted to open it, but flinched when he met the man's eyes.

"How can it be such a coincidence?"

The man's words in the ear were low, and seemed to be mixed with a little intimacy.

Lan Qiao Yi suddenly opened his eyes wide, as if he realized something, a trace of teased embarrassment flashed across his pretty face hidden under the wide hood.

The hand hanging by the side clenched subconsciously, and the wooden stick in the palm of the hand seemed to be like a hot potato at this moment.

"It's you, you did it on purpose."

There was a little timidity in the trembling voice. Hearing this, Ah Shan smiled, but did not refute.

Lan Qiaoyi watched the other party stretch out his hand towards him, ignored his dodging movements, and forcibly grabbed the white wrist that was raised in mid-air.

Accompanied by the man's irresistible strength, Lan Qiaoyi's tightly clenched hand was placed flat in front of the other party.

He reflexively wanted to break free from the constraints on his wrists, but in the process of resisting, he suddenly froze because of a movement of the man.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the tall man in front of him leaned slightly, and lightly pecked and kissed the side of his clenched fist.

Lan Qiaoyi trembled unconsciously, the kiss was so soft that it almost paralyzed his nerves along the knuckles.

The man's kiss was like a switch, and the next moment, the white and small fist opened.

——revealed the heavy wooden stick in his palm.

Facing the heavy eyes of the villagers, the man in front of him gently picked up the wooden slip from Lan Qiaoyi's palm.

"Witch, are you sure it's this one?"

Lan Qiao Yilu's other hand, which was pressing the hood outside, tightened tightly, watching the man's gesture of sweeping towards the witch on the stage with a little tension all over.

When Ah Shan turned his head away, a trace of red flashed across his pupils, but this redness was fleeting, and in the blink of an eye, it returned to black pupil color.

The woman on the stage did not say a word, but answered the man's question in silence.

Seeing this, the old village chief frowned imperceptibly. He stepped off the stage and walked towards this side through the road that the villagers spontaneously let go.

Seeing this, Lan Qiao Yiwu's eyes widened, his fingertips felt cold, and he was terrified of the coming village chief.

He can't be found by the village chief now, he can't be caught.

"Don't... please."

Thin white fingers climbed onto the man's bronze-colored wrist, but they only managed to encircle half of it.

The cold touch from his wrist made Ah Shan look down at the boy. The hood covered most of the boy's pretty face, but only his sharp white chin and red lips were exposed.

The man felt a strange feeling across his heart.

He frowned, but had to look away regretfully because of the tightening force on his wrist.

"why?"

Ah Shan did not answer Lan Qiaoyi's prayer, but asked slowly because of the rare interest in his heart.

Seeing the distance between the old village head and them getting shorter and shorter, Lan Qiaoyi's heart trembled, his red lips trembled, and he almost wanted to run away.

——But the moment he turned around, the man beside him who was indifferent a second ago grabbed his wrist backwards.

"Ashan, you are here."

Before the old village head spoke, he hugged himself in his arms.

Lan Qiaoyi's cheek was pressed against the opponent's chest, he couldn't react to the sudden dangerous distance, but because of the old man who was standing behind him at this moment, he had to stand still and let the man wrap his arms around his waist.

The man who was summoned glanced down at the young man in his arms, his gaze passed over the cute posture of the other party lying motionless in his arms because of nervousness, and a smile flashed across his eyes.

"Ah Shan, who is he?"

The old village chief's hoarse voice sounded again, and the man felt the soft body being hugged by him tremble slightly at this time. He raised his eyes, and looked at him standing in front of him with a questioning tone in his tone. father, casually replied:

"Just a lost kitten, nothing."

Lan Qiaoyi felt the back of his neck was gently pinched by the man, and kneaded slowly a few times. At this moment, the man seemed to really treat him like a kitten.

He pursed his red lips slightly, his eyes drooping slightly.

After the man said these words, there was a strange silence in the air for a moment.

"..."

Because his back was facing everyone, Lan Qiaoyi didn't know that the old village head standing behind him was staring at his back with a gloomy expression on his face.

"The person you want is not him."

Seeing this, Ah Shan's expression suddenly became cold and hard, holding the petite boy in his arms, he didn't seem to care about the gazes from around him, and just said calmly.

When the voice in front of him came, Lan Qiaoyi breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he didn't know why the man didn't choose to hand himself over, but he couldn't help but feel grateful for the rest of his life.

The father and son looked at each other, and no one spoke for a while.

After a while, the old village chief was the first to lose the battle, and a smile was barely squeezed out of his wrinkled face.

"I know you've always been a good boy, Ah Shan. Take us to meet the man chosen by the witch."

What the old village chief said immediately made Lan Qiao Yicai's slightly relaxed mood tense up again.

Who will be the "person chosen by the witch"?

Lan Qiaoyi couldn't help but think of Wang Xue who was still left in the house, and... Lin Lin who was taken away by that big man.

Before he could think about it, Ah Shan's faint voice came from above his head:

"Let's go."

Before turning around, Lan Qiaoyi heard the man add another sentence:

"Just you and that crazy woman."

The villagers in the audience were left far behind. At this time, only the witch and the old village chief were silently following not far away.

While staggering, the man's solid arms were tightly clasped around his waist. He frowned, but he didn't dare to resist because of the current situation.

As if aware of his strangeness, Ah Shan beside him looked straight ahead, but suddenly asked:

"So scared?"

"..."

The man's voice was so low that only the boy who was being held by him could hear him, but even so, Lan Qiaoyi still didn't dare to answer him.

He was afraid that the old village chief... or that mysterious sorceress would find out his identity the moment he opened his mouth.

"Why don't you speak?"

It's just that he didn't answer, but the man showed some attitude of reluctance.

As soon as the words fell, Lan Qiaoyi felt the hand that was caressing his waist slightly loosen, and when he looked over in confusion, he touched the edge of his jacket through the cloak on the other side .

Lan Qiaoyi was startled, and raised his head abruptly. The hand that was holding down the hood also stretched in from the cloak on the left side in a panic, trying to stop the man from moving.

But after all, it was a step slow.

"Well--"

His body trembled, and he unconsciously raised his slender and slender back.

After blurting out an uncontrollable moan/groan, Lan Qiaoyi froze for an instant, and then, the palms around her waist involuntarily stuck to the soft/greasy skin, and some rough fingertips slowly passed by , brought a series of trembling feelings.

In a flash, the hand that originally wanted to stop the man could only rest helplessly on the other's arm that was exposed outside the cloak, and he finally couldn't help but softly begged:

"Don't... let go, let go."

But in exchange for the rejection of the man:

"They can't see it, don't be afraid."

Even though the other party's voice was full of low coaxing at this time, Lan Qiaoyi, who was in a panic, still felt a little embarrassed.

The skin under the palm is delicate, and it seems that a slightly sunken dimple can be pressed out with just a poke.

The delicious and soft flesh is right in front of his eyes, the man's eyes are slightly red, he wished he could eat his meat and bones, and put the sweet smelling lamb in his mouth, so that no one else could pry at him and covet him.

He wanted to hold him in his arms, completely enveloping him, to satisfy the desire/desire that suddenly rose when he saw him for the first time.

The slender and soft body wrapped under the wide cloak bent slightly at this time, because he was so weak that he could only be embraced by the man in his arms. Looking from behind, it looked like he was cuddling with a tall man obediently. in the arms.

At this moment, Lan Qiaoyi, whose body was half-soft, trembled when the man was caressing his back full of intimacy, he clasped the man's arm tightly, unable to bear it any longer:

"Take your hand, your father is still behind."

The poor lamb thought he could stop the wolf's behavior in this way, but he didn't realize that it was because his seemingly vicious threat seemed so cute to a man that it made people laugh.

But it was this overwhelming begging for mercy that made the predator's heart soften.

"So nice."

The man's low, smiling voice reached Lan Qiaoyi's ears through his hot and humid breath. He subconsciously wanted to refute, but felt the hand clinging to his waist slowly withdraw in the next moment.

The slippery/greasy touch of the palm was peeled off, and at the last moment of leaving, the man's eyes sank, and the evil thoughts that had been suppressed just now occupied his mind again.

When he was about to leave the boy's waist, he suddenly accelerated his speed, and with a flick, his fingertips finally brushed across the graceful waist.

The other party's movement was too sudden, caught off guard, a stronger touch came than the slow caress just now, Lan Qiaoyi clenched his lower lip tightly, bent his legs, and was about to slide down.

But was firmly stopped and hugged by the man who had expected it.

The slender and thick eyelashes were already stained with crystal teardrops at some point, and with the boy's breathing, they trembled and fell down.

"so beautiful……"

A Shan's obsessive words are next to his ear, and the other party's eyes are greedily licking/licking the young man's white skin, bright red lips, and even the sticky/greasy black hair on his slender neck. He is obsessively wanting to touch it .

The old village head behind him suddenly asked at this moment:

"Ashan... is it here?"

Amidst the man's gloomy expression, Lan Qiaoyi let out a strange breath.

The oppressive feeling from the other party disappeared abruptly the moment the old village chief spoke.

"arrive."

Following Ah Shan's indifferent voice, they came to a house.

The sorceress, who was silent all the way, stepped forward first at this moment, raising her hand to knock on the door.

However, at this moment, Lan Qiaoyi heard an unknown voice from the man beside him:

"Push it away."

As soon as the words fell, the door of the house opened automatically with a "squeak" sound.

The raised hand of the sorceress still stayed in mid-air.

Not knowing if it was an illusion, Lan Qiaoyi felt as if he heard a short sneer from the man beside him.

He didn't know the reason for that laughing sound until the scene behind the door was completely exposed to his view.

——In front of him seemed to be the ancestral hall that he and Chu Yue had visited before.

The ancestral hall in Zhujia Village that has been abandoned for many years.

Lan Qiaoyi's mood was suddenly a little delicate. He looked at the expressionless old village chief with a sudden change of expression.

He turned around abruptly, his wrinkled face was full of the anger of being deceived, mixed with a daze of realizing that he was being fooled.

Lan Qiaoyi suddenly wanted to laugh.

Can the ancestral hall enshrined by Zhujia Village for generations be deliberately forgotten after only a few years of neglect?

A smile spread on his slightly curved red lips, he turned his head inadvertently, but met the eyes of the woman who covered most of her face because of the exaggerated witch costume.

Lan Qiaoyi was taken aback for a moment, somewhat unable to describe the strange feeling that suddenly crossed his heart at that moment.

It was strange, at that moment, he actually felt that the sorceress seemed to have expected that Ah Shan would bring them here.

Her calmness was in stark contrast to the old village head's fierce reaction. By comparing the two, the strangeness of the woman became even more obvious.

However, even though the doubts in his heart were about to overflow, Lan Qiaoyi could only stand there silently, watching the old village chief stride towards Ah Shan aggressively.

When the opponent was about to approach, he took a small step back.

Naturally, this action was not let go by the old village head who was staring at him and the man.

Just as the old man was about to reprimand him, he coughed violently the moment he opened his mouth. He hunched over and looked extremely weak.

What made Lan Qiaoyi even more surprised was that, as the son of the old village chief, the man looked indifferent after witnessing this situation, as if the frail old man in front of him had nothing to do with him.

"Ashan... tell me, what exactly do you want to do?"

The old village head, who was tightly clutching his clothes on his chest, stretched out a hand, pointing his trembling fingers at his son who was standing not far away, looking at him coldly, and asked pantingly.

Hearing this, the man replied naturally without blinking his eyes:

"Bring you to meet tomorrow's 'sacrifice'."

It's just that the old village chief's expression was clearly disbelieving.

He took a few more steps forward, and when he was about to say something, he suddenly heard the witch behind him speak:

"Ah Shan didn't lie to you."

The woman's voice was hoarse, with a slight drag between each word, and a strange cadence in her tone, but what she said made the old village chief stop in his tracks.

He turned his head and stared at the woman standing in front of the ancestral hall with her back to them since they entered Nan, with doubts in his words:

"……real?"

Then he hastily added:

"where is it?"

As soon as the words fell, under Lan Qiaoyi's astonished gaze, a gust of wind blew, and with a sound of "Boom—", the door of the ancestral hall was slammed shut.

Just as he was about to turn his head to look, he saw the wooden statue that had rolled down on the ground in the courtyard trembled with the wind blowing from the ground, and then rolled several times in a row.

...Finally stopped at the feet of the old village head.

The voice of the man beside him was not loud, but it was equally clear in this evil wind:

"Didn't you ask where?" He smiled.

"Of course it's on your back—"

At the same time, Lan Qiaoyi heard the voice of 228 in his mind:

[Traces of the target person detected, distance range: 50 meters. ]

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