Grandpa is such a bunny

Before the severe pain in his whole body spread from his stiff limbs to his brain, a burst of heart palpitations and panic that seemed like a dream swept Tubo's heart and lungs first, and he almost couldn't catch his breath.

He moved a bit, trying to open his eyes, a moment of intense dizziness made him almost vomit, and the fragments of fleeting sights flew before his eyes.

Often, when he starts to recall, it is when the headache recurs.

——In the future, when I give birth to a daughter, I will teach her to fight with others, and teach her to ride on a mad dog and bite the ear of this beast.

——You are a cub, you can't give birth yet.

- I will grow up in the future.When I grow up, I can go far away and pick up more things. Well, I will steal carrots from the fields for you to eat. They can no longer catch me. I can run very fast.I can give birth when I grow up.

Tubo straightened his forelegs, and used his inflexible claws to help her bandage the wound that had been pulled out on her body. He lay down next to the open flesh and blood, licked the stains from the wound with his round eyes, and his long ears drooped along with it. on her thin arms.

She reached out and pinched its ears, "When I give birth to a daughter, you will also give birth to a litter of rabbits for her to play with."

Tubo tied the bandage with the three-petal small mouth zine, and slapped her with his flexible ears, "You can't give birth by yourself, you need someone to like it."

The child raised his head and laughed, and fell backward on the dry straw, "What do you mean by liking, you want to sleep together, you silly rabbit, next time I will take you to the brothel."

At that time, Tubo was still a pure and innocent little rabbit, and he was playing hooligans before he could speak. He was caught off guard and laughed at her, and jumped on her with his hind legs, "Hey, I know, but you, why are you peeking at them... "

"In the back street behind the brothel, the rich men slept lying down there after getting drunk, and I took money from them." The child smiled triumphantly at it in a low voice, and patted his chest, "What did you eat last time?" I bought the carrots at the vegetable market with the money, and they are all plump and juicy. They strictly guard the vegetable fields, otherwise I would sneak in and steal them, so I wouldn’t have to buy them.”

Tubo squatted on the haystack, licked his paws, folded his ears down to care for the fluff on them, and said, in fact, he didn’t have to eat carrots, he would eat the weeds and rotten fruits in the wasteland, as well as the leftovers.

She fell into the straw pile, buried her face in the straw, and rubbed Tubo into her arms, "I want to treat you well..."

Tubo looked down at her gradually elongated body, thin chin, and the scars on her thin arms that were beaten because of fighting and snatching food. He touched her carefully with his paws, stared at her deeply, and time was frozen on Tubo. However, everything around him is changing rapidly, he is stuck in the memory, but the memory will fast forward by itself.

The staring child grew up quickly, with messy hair on her head, and the ragged clothes could not cover her calves, arms, and slender neck. She sewed three or four small sacks into a big one| With a sack on his body, he was vicious when he glared at people, and lay down in the haystack when he smiled.

The fragments of the past poured into Tubo's mind like a tide. He had a splitting headache, golden light flashed in front of his eyes, he subconsciously held his head tightly, and murmured in despair, "If someone treats you well, it doesn't matter if they eat me."

The murmur gradually faded away in his consciousness, and the faint breath in his ears became weaker and weaker. Tubo felt dizzy, and the fleeting fragments kept flashing back and forth. He stretched out his hand to grab it, but caught the scarlet scene. Falling into the vortex of memories, one paw touched sticky blood.

A snow-white rabbit opened its mouth and let out a shrill chirp——

What are you saving me for, why are you saving me, I am a beast, are you stupid!

Heart-piercing pain poured into his limbs, Tubo convulsed in pain, struggled violently, and opened his eyes.

When the pupil hit the sunlight, it retracted abruptly.

"Nightmare?" A deep voice rang in his ears, and the man knelt down and looked down at him playfully, "Did you forget her all these years?"

Tubo propped himself up, and glanced around. This was the valley where they rolled down. The sunlight on the top of the mountain shone through the criss-crossing branches and branches, and the soil on the ground was wet and smelly.

Qin Chuxin leaned beside him, her bun was messy, and her eyes were closed tightly. Tubo looked at her and found no obvious scars on her body. With a cold light, "Ji Tong, you dare to appear in front of me."

Ji Tong curled his lips, his eyes had a strange light, "I have not only appeared, but I have been looking for you." He moved his body closer, his voice hoarse with some excitement, "Now I have found you, finally Can--"

Tubo suddenly put his hand around his neck, his fingers were in the shape of eagle claws, his veins and bones creaked, and he propped himself up with one hand.

The man whose throat was strangled looked at him obsessively, and made a whooping sound of struggling to breathe, "...see you again..."

Tubo's eyes quickly climbed up with a layer of red light, like a rabbit with red eyes, filled with a sea of ​​blood like an abyss, he slowly retracted his strength, the person under the hand bone was dying, his fingers clasped the back of his hand, Tubo Shen Shen looked at him, a heart-pricking hatred sprouted from the depths of his bone marrow.

As soon as there was a clue, he was uprooted by a voice that suddenly sounded in his head.

——Don't hate him, you have to live well.

Tu Bai showed a distorted smile, and threw Ji Tong violently, onto the old tree behind him, and fell into a dry and withered leaf.

There was a maniacal laugh from behind.

Tu Bai gritted his teeth, stood for a while weakly, bent down to pick up Qin Chuxin, got up and left.

After walking a few steps, a gust of bad wind hit the back of his heart. He trembled, spit out blood in a muffled voice, fell to his knees without standing still, Qin Chuxin fell in his arms, and woke up faintly.

"You dare not kill me."

Tubo didn't speak, and bent down to hug Qin Chuxin.

"Master Tu, who is he?"

Tu Bai looked down at her, enduring the sharp pain in his chest, "An old man who is tired of work, we have to go back immediately, Du..."

A wind blade suddenly struck his shoulder, and a burning pain spread from his shoulder to his lower back in an instant.

Qin Chuxin was taken aback, "Master Tu!"

Tubo stopped, the veins on his forehead twitched violently, he closed his eyes, stretched out his hand to cover her eyes, completely ignored the provocation behind him, and made up his mind to regard the movement behind him as farting, resisting the internal injury and external pain, and wiped his lips dry He stepped on the dead leaves and took a step, and the blood dripped from his shoulders and dripped on the wet soil.

The howling of wild wolves came from the valley, and a group of forest birds flew into the sky in fright.

He looked up in doubt, then buried his head and continued walking.

Qin Chuxin lay in his arms, turned his head slightly, looked back over his shoulder, and saw that strange man in gray robe pulled out a thin sword from nowhere, and the blade was touched by the sun that accidentally fell. In the photo, a snow-white silver light flashed into Qin Chuxin's eyes, she stopped breathing immediately, and pushed his shoulder in panic, "Hide away!!!"

With a smile on Ji Tong's lips, the small bone of the red rope on the wrist holding the sword hit the blade, making a soft 'dong dong' sound, and the tip of the sword pierced through the colorful sunlight and went straight to Tubo's back.

The wind brought by the sword opened Tubo's hair. He remained motionless with a decisive attitude. His thin jaw stretched into a sharp and cold line, and the blood was still clotted at the corner of his lips. He agreed to the repeated words in his memory like a broken heart—— I don't hate him, I don't kill him, I live a good life.

The sound of the breaking wind tore apart the memories, and the sharp sword tip was first protruded to him from reality. The moment it pierced through the flesh and cut the flesh and blood, a bright red line flew over at an extremely fast speed, hit the silver-white sword blade, and made a sound. The clear and cold sound of gold and stone.

Before Tubo had time to speak, he saw the cyan figure fighting Ji Tong instantly.

A bright red Buddhist bead pierced through Ji Tong's thigh, black blood splashed, and the wound was slightly rotten. Ji Tong's face was pale and he dodged in embarrassment.If it hadn't been for Tubo being conspired by him and willingly giving way, this person might not even be able to touch the hem of his clothes, let alone face the murderous Qianfan at this time.

Fearing that this person would fall into his hands, Tubo quickly put Qin Chuxin down, rushed between them without saying a word, stood in front of Ji Tong, and looked at the monk opposite.

Qian Fan's face was cold, the red thread in his hand was like blood, "Get out of the way."

Tubo didn't move, and said humanely behind him, "Get out, don't let me see you again."

Blood flowed from Ji Tong's thighs, and his body bent down. The tip of his sword stuck into the ground, and he bent over to support the sword and gasped for breath.

Tubo glanced over expressionlessly, his eyes hurt sharply, and a mouthful of sweet blood gushed out of his throat. He closed his eyes and swallowed it forcefully. After the people behind him crawled away, he smiled, "Hey, as soon as I miss you, you come here."

"Why didn't you fight back?" Qian Fan's eyes darkened.

Tubo didn't want to answer, he couldn't stand because of the pain on his back, he leaned against a tree nearby, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, his face was pale, he kept smiling, and raised his hand with difficulty, "Come here, let me hug you hug you."

Thirty feet away, Qian Fan stood still, his face covered with frost, "Why don't you hide?"

Tupper was indifferent.

"Why don't you let me kill him!!!" Qian Fan suddenly said loudly, "Why don't you tell me anything!!!"

Tubo raised his head abruptly, a drop of cold sweat rolled into his eyes, his dark eyes suddenly turned pale with pain, his almost colorless lips trembled, he wanted to say something, but he didn’t make a sound, there was a burst of unbearable pain The palpitation hit his chest, forcing him to open his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood, his legs went limp, he couldn't stand anymore, and fell straight to the ground.

All the harshness, perplexity, and irritability vanished in an instant. Qian Brahma's soul flew away and caught Tubai, feeling his palms were wet.

Tubo leaned his forehead on his shoulder, turned his head and kissed Qianfan's neck with bloodless lips, and said in a low voice, "I think you only broke the precept for me."

Qian Fan was so flustered that he put his hands on the back of his head, "Stop it, stop it."

The body hurts to death, Tubo panted slowly, and laughed hoarsely, "I'm fine, don't be afraid, baby."

"..."

If it weren't for the cold sweat and pale face, there was a ferocious bloody gash behind him, I really couldn't see what "something" happened to Brother Tu.

Qian Fan wanted to take off his coat to stop the bleeding from his wound, but Tubo hugged him heavily, refusing to move, he didn't dare to push away, so he tried his best to speak softly, "Benefactor, get up."

Tu Bai lost too much blood, his eyes turned black, he closed his eyes slightly, and shook his head slightly, "...you call me Atu."

Qian Fan pursed his lips, leaned against his ear with a blushing face and whispered, "Ah Tu, get up, I'll bandage your wound."

Tubo closed his eyes and smiled, exhaled hot and scary breath, and murmured, "I'm sorry... I didn't promise you."

Qian Fan, "..."

The voice became weaker and weaker, Tubo finally couldn't bear it anymore, and fell asleep in his arms. Just before he fell into a coma, he said painfully and cheaply, "You call Brother Tu again, and I will tell..."

Qin Chuxin stood not far away, looking at them in panic.

Putting the man on his lap, Qian Fan took off his outer shirt, sat on the ground, tore off a piece of clean underwear and wiped the bloody wound on his back.

The wind blade ripped his clothes from the back, and he was naked from shoulder to waist. Qian Fan paused, took out a signal tube from his body, turned his head and said, "Benefactor Qin, my people are also in the valley. Don't panic, please donate, can you go to the edge of the forest and send out a signal for the poor monk?"

Qin Chuxin walked over to catch the thing, and said hesitantly, "Master Zen, did you get seriously injured from trying to catch him?"

Qian Fan loosely draped his outer shirt on Tubo's naked|exposed skin to block her sight, "With the poor monk around, he will be fine."

Qin Chuxin stayed in Luo'an for a while, and heard the legend of Shanyue. Hearing what he said, he put his uneasy heart back, nodded, lifted his skirt and walked out of Qianfan's sight.

The forests in the valley are staggered, the sun is shining, and there is no one around, only the wind passing through the valley rustles the leaves of the evergreen trees.

Qianfan lowered his head, rubbed Tubo's cheeks with his fingers, pulled his robe down to his waist, felt his tight and hot skin tightly against his thighs, Qianfan took a deep breath, and silently recited the scriptures Confession, put your hand on his bloody wound.

A warm breath emanated from the palm of his hand, and fell on the bruised skin like a hazy veil.

Where his palm wandered, the wound stopped bleeding visible to the naked eye, and the torn muscle protruded out of the nerve endings to wrap around and heal quietly.

The slender hands walked from the bare | bare shoulders to the well-proportioned and smooth back of the muscles, and then to the thin and strong waist with sunken waist eyes.

The pain decreased, and the person lying on his legs gradually eased his frowning, and his face became a little bloody. This person is probably a typical person who has healed the scar and forgot the pain. Once the pain is no longer, he will immediately reveal his original shape and feel comfortable Rubbing Qian Fan's thigh with his head, he snorted softly.

Qian Fan was rubbed where he shouldn't, and his body froze. He was about to abandon his distracting thoughts and continue mobilizing his spiritual power to heal his wounds, when suddenly his palms itched.

Surprised to look at it, I happened to see a group of soft, round, snow-white, and quivering fluffy balls opening two inches down from Brother Tu's proud narrow waist, and half an inch up between his buttocks.