The Prequel of Baolian Lantern Konghouyin

fire.

There is fire everywhere.

The flowing flames are like tens of thousands of raging cobras, twisting their bodies non-stop, baring their teeth and claws, hissing and low-pitched, and rushing towards Cun Xin.It was clear that the fire was burning her body, but the dragon girl's face was calm as if she had just woken up - she was born as a dragon, and she could start a fire with a breath, so how could she be afraid of such a scene?Her clothes started to catch fire, and the gust of fire blew up the dragon girl's skirt, and the long red dress reflected by the fire was dragged behind her, like the scarlet golden tail feathers of a phoenix, blooming in the void. A splendid flower.

Cun Xin suddenly remembered that her third brother once said, "There is no peace in the Three Realms, just like a house on fire." All beings are caught in the boundless karma, muddled, tossed and tossed in the pain of samsara and unable to extricate themselves.In fact, people don't know that the other shore and reality, the sky and the world, are just like clenching a fist and stretching one's palm.

water!

Cun Xin twirled her slender fingers in the air, and immediately produced a hazelnut-sized drop of water, which was exquisitely carved and twirled on her white fingertips.She let go of her hand, bent and flicked the water droplet lightly, and the water droplet slammed into all directions, turned into drizzle and fell from the sky, extinguishing the flames that were still raging just now.

A small drop of water slid across Longnu's face, like a cold finger, caressing her brows and eyes with the chill of early spring.The fingers are long and slender, the nails are cleanly cut, and there are rough calluses on the finger pads.This thick and powerful hand, Cun Xin seemed to have known it all his life, and he could still clearly recall the feeling of holding it with him, as if holding it, he was holding the most solid support in the world.But the owner of that big hand was hidden in the drizzle, no matter how hard Cun Xin tried, he couldn't see his face clearly.She stretched out her hand to explore, but the man backed away little by little, and finally turned into water droplets and merged into the clear green rain curtain.

Anxiously, the dragon girl sprinted forward, but one step missed, and she fell straight down.Cun Xin was startled by this, turned over and sat up abruptly, staring blankly ahead with a pair of big eyes, the solitary lamp by the bed was reflected in her dark pupils, swaying uncomfortably.

This is the Temple of the True Monarch of the 33rd Heaven.

There was no one else in the bedroom, only a blue-glazed lotus-petal lamp on the small table beside the couch was burning with a bean-sized flame, and the tip that was trying to extend upwards was red and bright, which was the color of the burning house in Cun Xin's dream.

There are footsteps outside the door, coming from far and near, heavy and hasty.The man paused outside the door for a moment, as if he was listening intently to the movement inside the house, then stretched out his hand, pushed open the door very carefully, and stepped in gently.Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered, he saw Cun Xin sitting on the couch in a daze, tightly hugging a black fox fur cloak, like a drowning person clinging to a dry branch, his forehead was profuse with sweat, and his temples were all wet, as if just now It was as embarrassing as being fished out of the sea.

Yang Jian walked to the couch and sat down, hugged Cun Xin's shoulders, slowly took the cloak away from her hand, and said with a smile: "No wonder you called 'hot' in your dream, holding this big woolen clothes, you are not hot ghost."

Cun Xin's absent-minded eyes slowly moved to Yang Jian's face, she was stunned for a moment, then suddenly plunged into his arms, crying loudly: "Yang Jian, Yang Jian, I dreamed that you died, you used the eyes of the sky to suppress the blood pool... ..." She clasped Yang Jian's arm tightly with her pale hands, choked with crying, and continued intermittently: "Erlang, what should I do if you die? What should I do..."

Seeing her crying suddenly, Yang Jian's heart tightened, and he was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that this dragon girl had just had a nightmare, so he couldn't help but be a little bit dumbfounded.He caressed Cun Xin's back, and smiled lightly, "Fool, am I right in front of you?" Cun Xin didn't care, she just hugged Yang Jian's neck tightly, crying and complaining, her words were ambiguous. Yang Jian didn't hear exactly what she said, but her heart was in a mess because of her crying.

Seeing that the voice of the dragon girl had begun to hoarse, Yang Jian sighed and said, "Cun Xin, if you strangle me like this, I didn't die in the blood pond, but I will die in your hands." Hearing this sentence, Cun Xin sobbed from Yang Jian Lifting her head in her arms, she looked at the person in front of her with blurred eyes.She seemed to have remembered something, and suddenly raised her hand and pinched it fiercely on her left arm.Yang Jian was shocked, and hurriedly pressed her hand and said, "Are you stunned? What are you doing?"

"If it hurts, it's not a dream, and you're really safe and sound." Cun Xin was caught by his wrist, unable to move at all, so he had to confess honestly.

"You..." Yang Jian didn't say the word "stupid".For some unknown reason, a wave of air surged in his chest, sobbing so hard that his throat choked, and he took a deep breath before he managed to suppress it.He took Cun Xin's hand, put it lightly on his strong forearm, and forced a smile: "If you want to pinch, you can pinch me. I'm not afraid of pain."

Rao Cun Xin's eyes were full of tears, she was also teased by him and smiled, glared at Yang Jian, and said nothing.Seeing that she had nothing to say, Yang Jian stood up and said, "I saw you were sweating profusely, and I think you are thirsty." Before he finished speaking, Long Nu grabbed the skirt of his clothes: "I'm not thirsty, so don't go."

Yang Jian had no choice but to sit down again and smiled, "Why are you in a hurry, I'm just pouring you a bowl of tea." Cun Xin shook her head, like a stubborn child who refused to let go, as if she was afraid that once he left, he would never come back.

Xianshengzhenjun couldn't get away anyway, so he simply took off his boots and went on the couch, with a dragon girl pillowing on his shoulder: "I thought you fled back to the West Sea in a fit of anger, and never came to me again. I don't want people from the temple to tell me , you sneaked back here."

Cun Xin moved a bit, finally found a comfortable position, and said, "You are my fiancé-in-law who is married by decree. If I don't come to you, who will I go to?"

"As soon as I entered the door, I saw you sleeping on the couch like this, like a bullied little rabbit." Yang Jian wrapped his arms around Cun Xin's waist, and took her into his arms again.

Cun Xin arched upwards and pressed it against Yang Jian's chin: "I have been wronged and feel sad, so I naturally want to ask you to comfort me. What's more, the grievances are most likely due to you, and naturally they will fall on you ——The rabbit, being bullied by the fox, has to go back to the cave, find the one it loves, and curl up together to cry!"

Yang Jian didn't laugh out loud, but Cun Xin could feel the deep and thick vibration coming from his chest.The flame on the blue-glazed lampstand by the couch flickered, and it was particularly conspicuous in the dim room, like a lonely lamp burning in the wilderness, so persistent that it made people feel distressed.Long Nu's heart skipped a beat, she thought of Yu Sinian who was walking alone with a lantern in the Daze.