Dijun, you went to the wrong volute

The fairy grass is in love, and the disturbed world is full of spring again.

The old emperor in the seabed cave still didn't know it, he lowered his head and kissed the little thing in his arms.

The skin of the little snail is smooth and white, just like a piece of tender tofu just out of the oven, it is soft and bouncy, exuding an attractive aroma, which makes people feel moved.

His waist is very narrow and he can hold it with only one hand. Because he doesn't practice martial arts often, the hair from his toes to his hair is extremely delicate and soft, without any roughness at all.

Cang Qi had never seen such a smooth body, and he saw a top-notch one when he saw it, he was very moved and thankful.

His kisses landed sporadically on his shoulders, and then down his back, Cang Qi's eyes dimmed, and there was a scar on Yuntun's back that stretched from his shoulders to his waist. Being born with the skin makes this thin little thing a bit more visible and pitiful.

This scar was left by a curse. Cang Qi guessed that the little snail was injured when he was young, so that his essence was weak and his cultivation level was shallow. Although his intelligence was developed early, his foundation was not good, no With the good Miaomiao who cultivated to become a fairy.

But it doesn't matter to him whether Yuntun becomes a fairy or not. Cang Qi doesn't care whether he is a little snail demon or a fairy, as long as it belongs to him, it is the best.

It's not that Yun Tun has no cultivation base at all. The first time Cang Qi cultivated for him, he noticed the soft and pure aura in his body. It must have been given to him by someone from the little snail.

Who is it?Cang Qi couldn't wait to get to know this little thing, he thought sourly, in the future Yuntun's body can only have his cultivation, and no one else.

The little thing in his arms coughed softly, Cang Qi looked down, with the gentleness of the wind and rain in his eyes.

Yuntun only felt a dull throbbing pain in his chest, his throat was dry, his head was dizzy, and he was extremely tired, making him feel as if he was being pressed down by a heavy mountain, and he was a little out of breath.

"Little snail." Cang Qi leaned over and kissed his forehead, staring straight at him with a bit of anticipation in his eyes.

Hearing this call, Yuntun suddenly woke up from his drowsiness and exhaustion. Before he could speak, his lips trembled, and he stared blankly at the naked chest in front of him. The memory flooded into his mind like a tidal wave, like a stormy sea. Let the wonton accept it forcibly.

The pain of being torn apart, the lingering skin-to-skin contact, the fear that he could only beg for mercy from the bottom of his heart, all of these suddenly overwhelmed Yun Tun's head, causing him to gasp violently, pushing Cang Qi away and throwing himself on the ground. He retched on the edge of the Frost couch.

It was so disgusting, he felt so disgusting that he couldn't accept what was happening in front of him.

Yun Tun hadn't eaten for a long time, couldn't spit out anything, his eyes were red, and he stared blankly at the reflection of himself in the frost all over the ground.

He once imagined that the best intimacy is like his father and father, who are sincerely in love with each other, looking at the peach blossoms, and a suitable room and IKEA; Well, stay with us forever.

But now this man shattered the best yearning for love in Yuntun's heart, and mercilessly let him watch his hopes shattered like this.

Why didn't you let him explain, why didn't you let him speak, why didn't you make it clear, Yuntun's eyes were watery, his whole body shivered and trembled, he wanted to cry, but he couldn't.

"Little snail, are you feeling better?" Cang Qi patted his back lightly, obviously he had already treated Yuntun's injury, but this little thing's foundation is so poor.

Yun Tun got up suddenly, pushed Cang Qi's arm away, stood up staggeringly, looked at him with red eyes, the hatred and killing intent in the eyes were clear and profound, such eyes made Cang Qi stunned, fixedly stared at him, stared at him raised eyebrows.

"You..." Cang Qi said.

Yun Tun hugged himself, heart ashamed, his voice was hoarse and indistinct, like a boy in the voice-changing period, he was gasping for breath, muttering something in his mouth, Cang Qi couldn't hear clearly, raised his hand and called a robe to drape over him body, stood up and walked towards Yuntun.

"No—!" Yun Tun clutched his robe as if holding a life-saving straw. He looked up at the tall man, and retreated step by step as if frightened.

The waterfall in the cave was splashing, the water mist was hazy, and the moisture was so far away that it stained Yuntun's body. He was bitingly cold, and stepped back with bare feet.

"Wuntun, don't move." Cang Qi whispered.

Yuntun shook his head blankly, with hysterical horror on his face, he kept murmuring until his eyes widened suddenly, and when his waist was hugged again, Yuntun let out a scream, and his voice stopped abruptly in the sound of the waterfall , He closed his eyes and fell into a coma.

Cang Qi didn't expect Yuntun to react like this, he quickly picked him up and put him back on the bed, touched him with his hand, Yuntun's forehead was hot, and he was caught in the wind and cold.

"Don't be afraid of me, okay?" Cang Qi touched his cheek distressedly, lowered his head and kissed Yuntun's lips, sending his cultivation into Yuntun's body continuously.

But Cang Qi obviously didn't expect that Yuntun's fever would last for a day and a night without dissipating. No matter how much cultivation he got over and how many pills he fed into Yuntun's mouth, the child still curled up tightly, in a kind of defense against fear. The posture hugged himself drowsy.

Seeing Yuntun's paler and paler face, Emperor Cang, who had been eating marrow and knowing the taste, panicked. He formed a silver-purple spore formed by his essence in the palm of his hand and fed it into Yuntun's mouth. With the aid of his cultivation, Wandering through Yuntun's bones, heart orifices, and acupoints, keeping his mind clear and stabilizing his three souls and seven souls, after two days, Yuntun's condition has vaguely improved, but his face is still very pale.

"Little snail, wake up, good boy, wake up, okay?" Seeing that his brows were frowned, and the pain was no longer as painful as before, Cang Qi leaned over and whispered, but froze in Yun Tun's restless raving .

He said, Cang Qi, I hurt.

Cang Qi knew that he had done something wrong, and when he saw the fear and hatred in Yun Tun's eyes, he felt as if he was being tortured by thousands of knives, and he was completely wrong.

He secretly hoped that Yuntun would not be afraid of him and would not hate him, but he also clearly knew that Yuntun must hate him and annoy him, and even wanted to kill him, but at this time, what Cang Qi heard in his ravings was not hatred. , but a desperate whisper.

Maybe the little snail trusted him at first, but now, he has destroyed these trusts.Is he jealous of something, or is he purely wanting to possess him, Cang Qi closed his eyes and found both.

The fusion of mind and soul allowed him to dig out all the darkness in his heart, follow his own will, and selfishly want to possess Yuntun, completely forgetting the handy habit he used in the past tens of thousands of years-forbearance.

Cang Qi closed his eyes, thinking dimly, he endured being forgotten, abused, and misunderstood, he couldn't remember how long he had endured, he finally became like a normal person, not wanting nothing, not being indifferent and full of resentment, but ruthless Huoqing has hope, the feeling of what he wants to get and what he wants to have, but now, he has hurt the child who gave him these feelings.

Even if Yun Tun didn't say anything, he knew that he hated and was afraid of it.

Cang Qi lowered his head to stare at the person in his arms, saw him open his eyes blankly, and said hoarsely and vaguely, "I want to go home...Daddy, I want to go home."

Cang Qi held his fingers, overwhelming pain gathered in his heart.

When does one want to go home?Tired, sleepy, tired, and wronged, that's why I'm so desperate and silently crying and wanting to go home.

Jianyou Xiandao.

The originally vibrant spring flowers all withered overnight.

Yun Tun closed his eyes and noticed a familiar place, then opened his eyes slowly.

On the inside of his bed are clothes made by his father himself from cloth called the best spider in the demon world, and blue field honey made for him from the ice and snow collected by his father from the Tianshan Mountains. Under his pillow are his brother Muran's favorite words This little book, Yun Tun huddled on the bed, raised his hand to touch these things like a demon, at this moment, he felt his fearful heart slowly calm down.

Cang Qi stood by the bed and looked at Yun Tun's slender back. He wanted to raise his hand to rub the little snail's head, but he stopped in mid-air. He could only look at that shoulder with reluctance, and whispered, " I'm sorry, this is a elixir, you...remember to take some." He paused, "My poison has flared up, I won't stay here, you... sleep peacefully."

After finishing speaking, Cang Qi looked away, covered Yuntun with the quilt, and left the bedroom.

The house is very quiet, the night is as cool as water. On the other side of the bedroom, there is the steady breathing of the little fox. Outside the house, there are only a few cicadas remaining in the late summer. The sound of yawning and shaking, tiptoeing back into the yard from the outside.

It is no longer just the sound of the waterfall forever, Yuntun thought softly, he left there.He covered his head with the quilt and fell asleep peacefully.

Outside the house, Cang Qi endured the attack of bone erosion poison, watching the small quilt in the room undulating, he was relieved, and disappeared in the middle of the night with a little messy footsteps.

Yuntun was in a daze for several days, and when he woke up, he only felt that he had really fallen asleep last night.

He was scratched by a fluffy tail, opened his eyes, and Wen Yuan's big fox head got under his hand, as if begging to be petted.

Yun Tun reached out to touch his head.

Wen Yuan wronged and said, "Tuntun, you are finally back."

Yun Tun remembered staying in the undersea cave where the sky could not be seen, and huddled under the quilt and hummed.

Wen Yuan wagged his big tail, stretched out his little hoof to touch his forehead, and said in panic, "You still have a fever, has it been burning for so long?"

It was only then that Yun Tun remembered that he was sick when he was snatched away by that person. He shook his head, wanting to say something, when he caught a glimpse of a blue-patterned white-glazed bottle, his face froze.

"What is this?" Wen Yuan asked, remembering with an ah, quietly put his head in front of Yuntun, narrowing his long fox eyes, and said, "Haoyu said that the emperor took you away, didn't you?" He sent you back again? Is this from the emperor?"

When Yun Tun heard these two words, his face turned pale instantly, his lips moved, and he spoke in a low voice, his voice still a little hoarse, "Wen Yuan, don't mention him in the future, okay?"

Seeing Yuntun begging him so weakly and pitifully, Wen Yuan felt distressed all of a sudden, and said quickly, "I won't talk about it again."

His foxy eyes rolled around, and he brought up an individual topic, "I'm going to find Hao Yu, there is a test in the school today, are you coming?"

Yun Tun sat up propped up, never realized how happy it is to go to class, he nodded, "Yeah."

Wen Yuan helped him to put on a coat, and couldn't bear to let Yuntun go to class while he was sick. It could be seen that he looked so lonely, but he was afraid of what would happen if Yuntun was left in the dormitory by himself, so he turned into a human form and helped him. Wearing wontons, tied his hair, carried a small cloth bag on his back, and went out happily.

The author has something to say: The middle part is the marriage testimony of the Qing Dynasty. The original text is: The two surnames marry together, make a contract together, and have a good relationship forever, matching the same name.Seeing that the peach blossoms are scorching on this day, it is suitable for IKEA.I would like to write a letter to Hong Jian with the agreement of white heads, so that the alliance of red leaves can be recorded in the mandarin tree.