[Fox Fairy Little Matchmaker] Mae Cicada

When Tu Shan Yaya found Tu Shan Susu and Bai Yuechu, they happened to be eating and drinking in the restaurant.The dishes and dishes were piled higher than the mountain, and the boy was still stuffing things into his mouth; the blonde girl next to him just looked at the boy and giggled.Tu Shan Yaya suddenly became suspicious of her inexplicable action of going down the mountain, her brows were frowned, and she didn't care about her trip in vain, so she wanted to turn around and leave.

The moment she decided to leave, Tu Shan Yaya suddenly saw Tu Shan Susu turn her head and said a few words to the woman sitting quietly beside her.At first, she only thought it was a passer-by, and Tu Shan Yaya didn't pay the slightest attention. However, after she really saw that person clearly, her eyes seemed to be tightly glued to her, and she couldn't look away anymore.

At first glance, there was no similarity in her appearance, except for the cinnabar mole between her eyebrows, which was as bright red as the blood flowing from the tip of her heart.

"Ah, my lord sister!" Seeing Tu Shan Yaya appearing, Tu Shan Susu immediately waved to her cheerfully, with a pure and bright smile, "Would you like to have something to eat together?"

Normally, Tu Shan Yaya would definitely give her a cold glance, turn around and leave.But today was different, she walked slowly to the three-person table, and sat down under Tu Shan Susu's warm greeting.Tu Shan Susu was greatly encouraged. She pushed the uncooked food in front of Tu Shan Yaya, and said happily, "Sister, let's try it! It's delicious!"

Tu Shan Yaya's eyes only fell on the woman sitting opposite her.She is about 23 or [-] years old, wearing a thin chiffon white shirt and black long skirt, she looks simple and insipid, but she has a light and elegant temperament that is difficult for others to match.Hearing Tu Shan Susu's words, the woman showed a faint smile and said gently, "I'll ask the waiter to bring me another set of bowls and chopsticks."

After all, she stood up and was about to leave, but before she could move, Tu Shan Yaya suddenly grabbed her wrist.She turned her head in surprise and looked at Tu Shan Yaya, feeling that the force on her wrist was so irresistible that there was no sign of letting go, and she couldn't help but feel a little at a loss.

Tu Shan Yaya suddenly let go of her hand, lowered her head slightly, the broken hair fell down on her forehead, casting a shadow on her jade-like skin.She said lightly: "No need, I'll watch you eat."

The moment Tu Shan Yaya grabbed her wrist, she realized that there was nothing on the wrist covered by the long gauze sleeve.The luck that suddenly rose in her heart dissipated again, and with the last bit of hope in her arms, she asked seemingly casually: "What's your name?"

Being dragged for a long time by a strange woman who suddenly appeared, the woman was not angry, but smiled at her in a good-tempered manner, sat down next to Tu Shan Susu again, and replied, "Lin Yuechan."

As soon as this name was uttered, if there was a thunderous roar in Tu Shan Yaya's ears, her whole body seemed to be dragged up to the clouds, no matter in her ears or in front of her eyes, everything was blurred, past and present.She heard that her voice was indifferent and calm as usual, but only she could know how many imperceptible tremors there were: "Which cicada is it?"

"The chilling cicada is not the Chan of Chanjuan."

It seemed that she had been hit on the head, but the memories swept over like a flood, and she no longer had time to think about the things around her. All the sounds and pictures seemed to be far away at this moment, and only she was left to go up and down in the boundless memories. Ups and downs.

The hot breath of midsummer devoured the flesh and blood, and the blazing sun shone on the body, as if it was going to burn the whole person into ashes.The chirping of insects and birds in the surrounding mountains is endlessly noisy, making people more and more irritated.Tu Shan Yaya, who was only half the height of the people in front of her, stood beside the Tu Shan stele with a jug on her back, pointed at the woman in white with a sword in front, and said loudly, "Who are you? What are you doing here in Tu Shan?"

"Lin Yuechan, the apprentice of the golden-faced Vulcan." The woman was wearing a plain white dress, lowered her head, and looked at Tu Shanyaya who was standing restlessly on the ground.The slender eyelashes are distinct, the willow-leaf eyes seem to contain half of the river's autumn water, and the black hair seems to be splashed with black ink. She is like a person in a painting who walks out of the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. , bright red and eye-catching, like a sharp sword, piercing through everything and reaching the depths of people's hearts.

"I won't kill you," Lin Yuechan said expressionlessly, her soft and elegant face seemed to be covered with frost, she glanced at Tu Shan Yaya lightly, "Tell Tu Shan Honghong to come out."

"Are you the apprentice of that despicable and shameless old man with a golden face? You came to seek revenge on your sister?"

Seven or eight years have passed since the golden-faced Vulcan's spiritual blood was drawn out. Tu Shan Yaya occasionally heard about his situation. It is said that he had a miserable life and finally died of excessive anger.This account will obviously be charged to Tu Shanhonghong. The woman in front of her who claims to be the apprentice of the golden-faced Vulcan must have come to avenge her master.

"If you want to take revenge on your sister, pass my level first!" Without thinking, Tu Shan Yaya picked up the jug and sipped a few sips of wine.She wiped her mouth, put the jug aside, raised her fist and rushed towards Lin Yuechan who had been standing there.

The fist was wrapped in icy air, and it hit Lin Yuechan's waist. Lin Yuechan didn't even draw the sword behind her back, stepped back half a step, stretched out her hand suddenly, and grabbed Tu Shanya's arm.Tu Shan Yaya only felt that her cold air was forcibly forced back. The hand holding her arm didn't seem to have any abnormalities, but it was like a raging fire, which scorched her entire arm and started to burn.

Immediately afterwards, her body was quickly covered with spells, and she could no longer move. She screamed and was lifted by Lin Yuechan and hugged her in her arms.Lin Yuechan patted the girl's head, her voice was as gentle as the river flowing outside Tushan, but anyone could hear the dark waves under it: "Hey, tell your sister to come out."

From this moment on, Tu Shan Yaya has completely established the outlook on life that "people who look gentle should never be provoked easily".

Fortunately, at this time, the master of Tushan arrived in time.

"Who dares to act wild in Tushan?" The voice came before the people arrived, and the icy voice came from not far away. A woman in a crimson dress appeared, walking barefoot, with green eyes. Hitomi turned red at some point, "You, put Ya'er down."

"Sister is here!" Tu Shan Yaya suddenly raised her eyebrows, not even remembering the fact that she was a hostage, and grinned at Lin Yuechan, "See if my sister doesn't take care of you!"

The bell rang crisply, and her clothes fluttered. Tu Shanhonghong walked up to Lin Yuechan not far away, and stared at her from a distance, her sword on the verge of breaking out.And in the woods behind Tu Shanhong, a white shadow suddenly passed by, the young man sneaked over here, made a face at Tu Shan Yaya, and whispered: "Sister Xiaoya!"

Lin Yuechan heard the movement, glanced over there casually, lost her mind, and said in shock: "Yueyue!"

Dongfang Yuechu was called "two goods" all day long on Tushan, or he was called with his first name and surname. It was rare for someone to call him by his name directly. He couldn't help but looked carefully at the man who broke into Tushan and asked for Tushan by name. Red woman.Seeing this, he was immediately shocked, and could hardly believe it: "...Sister?"

The author has something to say: Touching fish is really fun.

Slowly masturbating, even more beautiful.