The 108th abuse of the little phoenix of glass

It has been raining continuously for many days, and everywhere is damp and sticky, making every pore feel uncomfortable.

Finally, this morning, I saw the long-lost sun.

A few rays of sunlight leaked down the cracks in the stone wall, shining on the man in black lying on the stone chair.

His eyes were slightly closed, his expression was always gloomy and indifferent, his aura was stern, and no one dared to approach him within ten steps.

"Tick tock, tick tock", the sound of water dripping on the stone came from nowhere, empty and clear.

Wu Tong opened his eyes suddenly, and slapped his palm casually, a cloud of black mist rushed out from his palm immediately.The ticking disappeared for a moment, then continued.

It seems that the altar master is in a bad mood today.

The little demons serving around were trembling, fearing that Wu Tong would take advantage of them, so they involuntarily stepped back three or four steps.

Wu Tong got up annoyed and irritable, looked at the little monsters gloomily, then flicked his sleeves and walked out of the cave.

The golden sun was dazzling, and the tide rose from the ground, and the entire back mountain was filled with a faint smog.

Wutong covered his forehead with his sleeves and wandered around aimlessly.

There are many unknown wild flowers blooming in the back mountain, and the colorful colors are very beautiful, but Wutong doesn't even look at it from the corner of his eyes.

After staying in a dark and humid place for a long time, he felt like a bat, unable to see light or heat, or all good things.

"Help! Help!"

A petite girl stumbled across the sea of ​​flowers and ran towards this side from the other side of the stone wall.

The ground is still muddy.Her hair was disheveled, the skirt and sleeves were splashed with mud, and one of her shoes was missing, revealing half of her snow-white and slippery feet, and she looked extremely embarrassed.

Behind the girl, a piebald tiger with golden eyes roared towards her, chasing after her.

"help me!"

The girl threw herself in front of Wu Tong, and hid behind him before he could refuse.

Wu Tong smiled sideways, grabbed the girl's neck with his backhand, lifted her out, and raised his hand to throw it towards the tiger.

He is not a Bodhisattva, so why should he save a stranger?

The girl was so frightened that she hugged his arm with both hands, crying and shouting: "You saved me, I can promise you anything. Please, don't let me be eaten by the tiger!"

At this time, the tiger was overwhelmed by Wutong's murderous bloodthirsty aura, and crouched a dozen steps away, making a low threatening sound from his throat.I want to leave, but I can't bear the delicious food that is about to come to my mouth.

People who are even afraid of tigers are definitely not ordinary people.

The girl became more and more determined to hold his thigh tightly: "Young hero, benefactor, as long as you are willing to save me, let me do whatever you want!"

Wu Tong was extremely impatient and wanted to tear the girl off his arm.The girl was angry and anxious, she lowered her head abruptly, and bit Wu Tong's arm as if to vent her anger.

Wu Tong trembled from the pain, he gritted his teeth and grabbed the girl's hair, trying to pull her away.Unexpectedly, she was like a wild dog with a bone in its mouth, showing sharp and slender white teeth, holding a piece of meat from Wutong's arm tightly, but would not let go.

A pair of jet-black eyes looked at Wu Tong viciously, as if you should pull it, and if you pull it again, I will bite off a piece of your flesh.

Two people, you stare at me, and I stare at you.After a long while, Wu Tong laughed suddenly: "This little temper, small temper, really resembles it!"

He raised his hand and touched her face: "Be good, let go. Such a cute little girl, how could I be willing to let you die? Of course I will save you."

The girl was a little confused, why she begged this man desperately and refused to help.Would you rather take a bite?

What a weirdo, could it be that he has masochistic tendencies?

But she still didn't dare to take it lightly, the little white teeth were still grinding the piece of meat.Afraid that he would loosen his grip, the man backtracked and threw himself out again.

Wutong patted the girl on the head, raised his other hand, and a black and purple mist floated out, forcing towards the tiger.The tiger turned around and fled in fright, but was still chased by the mist, screamed a few times, and disappeared in an instant.

Amazing!

The girl was stunned at first, then overjoyed, spat out the piece of meat without hesitation, without wiping off the blood on the corner of her mouth, and bowed down to Wutong Yingying: "My benefactor, please accept my little girl's bow."

This is what she learned from reading a few scripts during the few days she traveled around the world.

She pinched the corners of her clothes, lowered her head halfway, and shyly said, "You can't repay your life-saving grace. The little girl is willing to repay her benefactor's great kindness with a promise of her own body."

Looks like that's what it says in the scriptures, right?

"Promise with your body?" Wu Tong raised his hand and pinched the girl's chin, looked at her face carefully, and muttered to himself: "Even the looks are a little bit similar. Could it be that it was given to me by God?"

He hadn't seen Linglong for a long, long time, even though he didn't want to admit it, but when he saw this woman who was slightly similar to Linglong, his lovesickness still couldn't be restrained.

"You are not a human, should you be a demon?"

This back mountain is desolate and uninhabited, and wolves, tigers and leopards are rampant. It is impossible for ordinary women to come to such a place.

The girl's eyes were shining brightly, with admiration and admiration for the hero: "Your benefactor guessed right, I am a flower demon, and I was originally a canna."

Wu Tong touched his chin and thought: "Canna? Then you may become what I want?"

"Of course it is possible. I don't know what benefactor wants me to look like?"

Wu Tong carefully painted Linglong's frowns and smiles in his mind, and then drew them in the air with his fingertips: "It's her. She is very beautiful, but she has a very bad temper."

The flower demon looked at it, pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Why is this so difficult?"

As the words fell, a burst of golden streamer flashed around her body, and her eyebrows also slowly changed in the streamer, and finally became the appearance of Wu Tonghun dreaming.

"How?" The girl turned around lightly: "Does it look good?"

Wu Tong looked at her obsessively: "You are beautiful, you will always be the most beautiful."

Wu Tong held the girl in front of him, and lingered on her fair and delicate skin with his fingers: "From now on, you will be called Linglong."

The fingertips slid across her chin, cheeks, lips, eyebrows, and finally landed gently on the center of her brows, and her face suddenly became ferocious: "There is no need to preserve your previous memories, just let them all disappear."

After thinking about it, I changed my mind: "No, let's keep the scene where you and I first met, otherwise it would be too boring."

The girl stared at him, her eyes gradually turned from panic to blankness.

"Hey, when I inject her soul into your body, you will be the real her."

Wu Tong took out the glass bottle, and injected the pink fluorescent light inside into the body of the flower demon.

Fluorescent twisted and struggled desperately, bouncing in the air, as if an imprisoned soul was fighting to the death.

Wutong tried his best and sweated profusely, but he only forced half of the fluorescent light into the flower demon's body. He couldn't help gnashing his teeth: "You are always so stubborn and never know how to bow your head. Even the sharp personality will not change. Forget it, let’s take half of it, it’s better than nothing at all.”

He retracted the bottle, put his fingertips on the flower demon's forehead: "Wake up!"

The flower demon slowly opened her eyes, looked up and down Wu Tong with a bit of vigilance and scrutiny: "Who are you?"

"Who am I? That's a good question." Wu Tong walked over slowly, with an evil smile on his face: "I am your dear husband, have you forgotten? Linglong, my good wife."

His lips were close to Linglong's earlobe, and the hot air he exhaled patted on the soft and tender skin. The pressure brought by it made Linglong couldn't help but want to back away, but Wutong grabbed her waist.