Men and Men Cultivation Counterattack System [Traveling]

The top of Kunlun was covered with snow, and Wen Xiang went up against the wind and snow, heading straight for the ancient dragon cave.

As he walked forward, the wind and snow became more intense, but the demon king Wen Xiang had strong spiritual power, so the wind and snow had no effect on him.

Although there is only a square inch of land, Wen Xiang feels that she has traveled a long way.

Suddenly, not far ahead, a small wooden house appeared.

Could it be that the ancient Yinglong was there.

Wen Xiang's eyes lit up, and she accelerated her steps.

Pushing the door open, it turned out to be a residential house, small but very warm.

An old but very clean bed, the white bed curtain was slightly yellowed after being used for a long time, but Wen Xiang could still smell the fragrance from the bed curtain even though it was far away.

There are also many things in the room, but they are in good order because of the owner's tidying up.

On the left are two old wooden boxes side by side. Just by looking at them, you can tell that there are many clothes neatly folded there.On the right is a spinning wheel, which is a tool used by the hostess to spin cloth for the employer.

A woman in coarse clothes seemed to appear in front of Wen Xiang's eyes, sitting in front of the spinning wheel, her movements were extremely nimble, with one hand stroking the twine and the other shaking the spinning wheel.He seemed to hear the spinning wheel spinning, making a "buzzing" sound.

"Chi..." There was a chirping sound of cooking, and Wen Xiang was sure it was not a hallucination, because what accompanied the sound was the smell of his favorite garlic sauce.

He took a few steps back quickly, reached out and pressed on the handle of the door.

Wen Xiang felt his hands trembling, and it was hard for him to tell whether the trembling was due to fear or excitement.

He was afraid that what he would see after opening the door would be the snowstorm that came along the road just now, and he was afraid that what he was looking forward to would be in vain after all.

But this situation and this scene are too real, obviously everything is as it is in memory, and obviously he can smell the aroma of hot food coming from outside the door.

That is the familiar taste in memory.

"Boom..." This was the sound of a heartbeat, Wen Xiang felt her heart was about to pop out of her throat, and her palms were sweating.

For a long time, I have never had such a heartbeat!

Before Wen Xiang could make a decision, the door creaked open.

"Changqing, why did it take you so long to get some flour?" A familiar voice traveled through thousands of years to Wen Xiang's ears.

His heart skipped a beat, but his eyes were already moist.

The figure in front of him overlapped with the one in memory, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, a pair of amber eyes exactly like him, but the corners of the eyes were deeply creased by the knife of time.

Although she is not old, but because she stays up late all year round weaving and has to work for others during the day, a young woman in her [-]s has been ruined into a crooked old woman.

"Changqing, what's the matter with you?" Looking at Wen Xiang who was staring blankly at her, her amber eyes showed some surprise.

"No, I'm fine, mother!" Wen Xiang said, turning all her sobs into a thick nasal voice.

He hooked his lips, and then curled his lips towards the woman, then snatched the gourd and ladle from the woman's hand, and walked to the corner of the room with ease, where there was a vermilion wooden barrel against the wall, because it had been placed for a long time, so The colors on it have become mottled.

In his memory, the barrel was as tall as him, but now it only reached his knees.

Wen Xiang bent down, scooped half a scoop of flour from the barrel, and handed it to the woman.

The woman smiled kindly at him and said, "Lunch is ready, your daughter-in-law is watering the flowers in the backyard, go and ask her to have lunch!"

daughter in law?

When did he have a wife.

Wen Xiang thought about it for a while, since he was 13 years old and became a slave in Wang Dahu in the town, he has never been married at all, not even a childhood sweetheart.

And his house doesn't even have a backyard!

The Qiang Ling clan has been slaves of others since birth.

Although this side where he lives is a village, it is actually just a place allocated by Wang Dahu in the town for their slaves to live in.

Just like pigs have pigpens and chickens have henhouses, those people in the town also have places to raise Qiang Ling.

The village where Wen Xiang and her mother lived was the domain of Wang Dahu in the town, and the Qiang spirits in the village were all slaves raised by Wang Dahu.

With a suspicious expression on his face, Wen Xiang opened another door of the room, and walked towards the backyard in a trance.

"Cluck, cluck..." This was the sound of a hen crowing. Seeing someone approaching, the hens that were closer to him flapped their wings and hid in front.

Walking along the slightly damp bluestone road, we came to a place.

There are many flowers and greenery here, such a beautiful scenery, Wen Xiang feels that he has never seen it in this life.

Among the flowers, a white figure appeared faintly.

Wen Xiang's pupils shrank suddenly, and her breathing seemed to freeze in an instant.

Walking over with a face full of shock, he saw a familiar face through the shadowy flowers and leaves.

The skin is as white as snow, a pair of peach blossom eyes are slender and charming, the bridge of the nose is high and straight, the wings of the nose are slightly narrowed, and she looks indistinguishable from male and female. On the side of her temples, two locks of long hair dance in the wind.

Her throat moved slightly, as if it was stuck by something. After a long time, Wen Xiang gently uttered two words: "Your Highness!"

Hearing Wen Xiang's voice, the man in white turned his head and curled his lips at him.

"Xiangxiang..." The voice was like a spring breeze in March, melting Wen Xiang's cold heart into a puddle of melting spring water.

The man in white put down the watering can for watering the flowers and walked straight towards Wen Xiang.

For a moment, the flowers all over the courtyard lost their color, and in Wen Xiang's eyes, there was only the flowery smile of the person in front of her.

The man in white walked towards Wen Xiang, and reached out to hold his hand affectionately.

The moment her fingertips touched, Wen Xiang felt a slight movement in her heart, and Wen Xiang held the other's hand with her backhand, and said softly, "Your Highness, let's go eat!"

"We've been married for so long, why haven't we changed our mind?" The man in white frowned coquettishly.

Wen Xiang's heart moved and blurted out: "Yu'er!"

……

It is the spring when all kinds of flowers are in full bloom, and there is a scene of greenery in front of you.

"Your Highness, this is your favorite chicken drumstick..."

"Mother, this is your favorite bamboo shoot!"

Seeing the two most important people in this life eating the food she made with a smile, Wen Xiang has never felt so happy.

The family of three sat around the stone table, eating the meals cooked by the mother, and drinking the tea made with roses by His Highness, Wen Xiang felt that this life could not ask for more.

After dinner, Wen Xiang was dragged into the room by Ruan Yu.

In an independent space, the atmosphere becomes charming and ambiguous.

"Xiangxiang..." Wen Xiang felt that the other party's breathing became a little heavy, and that haunting face looked at him with faint eyes.

His Highness's face slowly approached, and thin lips as pale as water brushed his face and landed on his ears.

"I want a baby for both of us!"

Whisper softly, exhale like blue.

The demon king Wen Xiang's eyes darkened, and his breathing suddenly became heavy. He stretched out his hands and hugged the person horizontally.

The gauze is flying, and the dark fragrance is floating.

In the past, although His Highness always pulled her to practice dual cultivation, when it was time to become one, His Highness became forbearing and reserved. In order not to hurt His Highness, Wen Xiang always tried her best to restrain herself.

But tonight, His Highness seems to be very enthusiastic, and also seems to enjoy it very much.

Wen Xiang couldn't care about anything else, she just wanted to do her best to make the people under her get the greatest pleasure.

The days went on like this day by day, peaceful and happy.

Holding the hand of the son and growing old together with the son, the big bottom is such a state.

Gradually, Wen Xiang discovered that His Highness's belly was bulging day by day, and they actually had a baby.

Although I don't know why His Highness is pregnant because he is also a man.

Perhaps God was moved by his true feelings for His Highness!

Wen Xiang half-kneeled in front of His Highness, with her ears sideways, and gently pressed against the slightly protruding belly of her beloved.

The little life was throbbing in the belly. This was his child, the child he shared with His Highness.

"Xiangxiang, what do you think is the name of this child?" His Highness stretched out his hand and caressed the hair on his belly with a gentle and pleasant voice.

"If it's a man, call him Wen Muyu, and if it's a woman, call him Wen Qingyu, Your Highness, what do you think?" Wen Xiang looked at His Highness with soft eyes, and there was a trace of complicated feelings in it. It feels as if my life is not long, and I just want to look at this person well, keep looking at him like this, and engrave him in the deepest part of my mind.

"Qing... Mu..." His Highness murmured these two words quietly, seeming to be in deep thought.

"Yes, admiration!" Wen Xiang said, her voice had become hoarse, she slowly approached Ruan Yu and pecked him lightly on his lips, and said seriously: "Yu'er, I admire you, I like you!"

……

The Wu hook was hanging high, but Wen Xiang woke up.

To be exact, he never closed his eyes at all.

One night, he looked at the person next to his pillow with his eyes like this.

The black hair was like ink, which made the fair skin more and more white as snow.Lips are not punctuated but vermilion, eyebrows are not drawn but black, a pair of peach blossom eyes are slender and charming, the bridge of the nose is high and straight, the wings of the nose are slightly narrowed, it is actually a male and female appearance.

This face is the imprint deep in his soul, the breath he can never give up.

His Highness in his sleep was peaceful and serene, like a benevolent god.

He is such a lowly person that he shouldn't defile the gods, let alone ask the pure and pure gods to be his pillow.

Even though I knew it was a dream, I couldn't help but get stuck in it.

Wen Xiang left a deep kiss on that smooth forehead, and immediately got out of bed.

He opened the door of another room and saw his mother still sitting at the spinning wheel weaving.

He didn't bother her, because the weaving that never stopped in the middle of the night was his deepest memory of his mother.

Gently closing the door, Wen Xiang looked reluctantly at His Highness who was lying on the bed sleeping soundly, and finally hooked the corners of her lips, opened the door, and strode away.

"Xiangxiang, you don't want me, don't you want this child?" Before he had taken a few steps, His Highness's voice came from behind him.

Xiangxiang didn't look back or answer, but just walked forward resolutely.

Your Highness, I am pleased with you!Because of this, I want to leave here, leave this unrealistic dream, and return to the real you.

Behind him, everything became transparent little by little, and finally disappeared into the boundless Kunlun Peak.

From the beginning to the end, Wen Xiang never looked back.

Because he felt that as long as he didn't look at it, the cabin still existed, and the two people he loved the most in his life lived in the cabin.

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