Dijun, you went to the wrong volute

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In the wilderness, the weather is uncertain, the sky and the earth are not distinguished, and it will always be gray.

Han Zhou looked down at his tattered monk robe that had been scraped by the wind blade.

It took him and Emperor Cang a long time to find this place.

At the moment when the Great Wilderness Barrier was opened, Rao Hanzhou, who was used to the cold and chilling Ghost Realm, trembled violently because of the bone-chilling coldness.

Han Zhou's hands and feet were cold, trying to maintain his figure, "Dijun doesn't have to go with me, I... will go find him myself."

The wind mixed with mourning in the wilderness blew his hair up and down, Han Zhou's face was pale, and the gilt gold on his forehead seemed to be dusted and dull.

Cang Qi, "The heroic spirits here can't be compared with the souls of the ghost world. They don't fear any divine power. You have to think clearly."

Hanzhou recalled Qingying's disfigured appearance when he saw Qingying for the last time, and he felt a pain in his heart, his slender fingers clenched his sleeves tightly, "Thank you, Dijun, for your concern, I have made up my mind." Please find someone else to lead the ghost world, so that even if Han Zhou dies in the future, he can rest in peace."

Cang Qi frowned, thought for a while, and took out a red feather from his bosom and handed it to him, "I cast a spell on it, if you find him, or want to leave the wilderness, use the red feather to summon me."

Han Zhou looked up at him.

Cang Qi, "Tun'er must really hope that Uncle Han Zhou and Uncle Bird will come back."

Han Zhou's eye sockets felt hot, and he nodded in response.

There is no day and night in the wilderness, and the wind blowing on my body is harsh and cold.

Countless heroic spirits tore and screamed in mid-air.

I can't find him anywhere...

Han Zhou leaned on the stone and sat down, leaning on the edge of a puddle that was almost dry.

He glanced at his hand, the back of his hand was chapped and rough, with black and bloody cracks, very much like the hands of a ghost crawling out of Abi Hell.

——I think your hands are so beautiful, I am so jealous of the prayer beads in your hands, they will always be held in your hands.

——Hugh was talking nonsense in front of the Buddha, Qing Ying, return the Buddhist beads to me!

——You have been touching this bead for so long, touch me.

Han Zhou squatted on the ground with his hands on his chest, looking at the blurred shadow reflected in the muddy puddle, thinking of the conversation in his memory, his heart felt like a knife for a moment.

——What's wrong with the Buddha, you are not a ghost Buddha, I didn't think about anything else, I can't even tease you.

——Qingying, if you mess around again, I will be angry.

——Okay, okay, then I won't bother you anymore, I have something to ask you.

--You ask.

——How can it be regarded as blasphemy against the Buddha?

--Um…

——Does it count if you take off your clothes and hug each other?

——Qingying!

——Don't be angry, hey, don't go, okay, let me hug you if you don't take off your clothes, okay?

Han Zhou's whole body was cold, he curled into a ball and tightly clutched his clothes, his lips were black and blue, and he trembled out of tune.

"Okay... okay... I promise, you come back..."

——I will come back, you are in hell, how can I go to the sky with a bird.In fact, think about it, there is nothing good about Tiangong, there is snow everywhere, why don't I find a way to let the Emperor of Heaven send me to the ghost world, and you pay me a salary.

——The ghost world is horrible, no god would want to come to such a place.

—I don’t want to either, but you’re here, and I’m coming.

——What can you do here.

——Accompany you, whatever you want to do, you can do it, it hurts, how dare you beat me, the feathers fell off.

——Pfft, Shangxian, you should change your hair, the poor monk's futon is covered with your hair.

——When it's all gone, I'll make you a Chongming Bird cloak. It's the only one in the world. Isn't it unique? Do you want to be proud?

——Oh, it's too red for a poor monk to wear.

——One day, I will let you wear red clothes.

Han Zhou looked at the embarrassed person in the reflection, and raised his hand to touch the soft hair at the temples, it turned out that it was already so long.

The bird was waiting eagerly for him to grow his hair and go back to the vulgar world. He agreed, but the bird flew away.

Hanzhou felt that the heroic spirits in the vast wilderness were gathering around him, greedily absorbing the vitality and spiritual power of his body, tearing his cultivation level into his stomach bit by bit.

He stared blankly at the desolate and cold vast wasteland.

Was Qingying also like this at the beginning, watching his body wither and ashes with his own eyes, and in the end he even struggled to breathe.

Han Zhou lay down on the edge of the dirty puddle, closed his eyes and listened to the hustle and bustle of the wind around him, except for the wind in the vast wilderness, only the endless desert gravel and the illusory and indistinguishable ancient heroic spirits remained.

To die for this group of old things that should have vanished long ago between heaven and earth, Han Zhou thought drowsily that Qing Ying would surely look up to the sky and sigh, the sky was jealous of the handsome man, and he died too unjustly.

——If one day I die, I must be like that old man Chongxu, and my death will be earth-shattering. It would be better if someone cries for three days and three nights like Xiaochaer. If you like chanting sutras so much, don’t cry when the time comes Yes, read to me for a day, no, half a day of the Supernatural Sutra is ready.

——Who does Shangxian want to cry for three days and three nights?

——Anyone can cry, there are theater troupes that specialize in mourning in the mortal world, at worst, invite them to come, howl loudly, anyway, it’s fine if you don’t cry.

--Ah.

—But I want to know, do you cry?

——Qingying, you should go back to the Heavenly Palace.

Han Zhou curled up into a ball, smiled heavily, and the corners of his smiling eyes were wet. He groped for a while, took out the red feather, and pressed it to his heart, "Qingying...Qingying...you're not coming back, are you..."

A fierce gust of wind blew up in the wilderness, and the blades of the wind slashed at Hanzhou's body. Countless white heroic spirits floated in mid-air, crowding and looking down at the weak man, feeling his spiritual power and vitality growing. The younger it was, the souls that had been dead for tens of thousands of years became excited, biting and pounced down from midair like hungry wolves.

The heroic spirits scrambled to tear apart the chaos. They had no entity, and they crowded into each other with a strong curse, crazily sucking the life of the people on the ground.

A soul was squeezed out, floating in mid-air, scratching its head blankly, thinking, shit, I'm starving to death, these old bastards are really shameless.

This soul is not quite the same as other heroic spirits, it is not completely white, probably because the soul is lighter than the real body, so it is a little pink.

It looked down at its own hand, thinking, I am so tender, maybe he was still a baby when he died.

Hungry, looking at the resentment of heroic spirits who were torn apart frantically, the soul rolled up the sleeves of nothingness, cursed secretly, and rushed into the food sharing again.

When it rushed in and saw the person being treated as food, it was taken aback, the food looked familiar.

The soul was squeezed around, deformed badly, crookedly lying on the body of the food, looking at his face, looking at it, I thought...it was so beautiful.

The mole between the eyebrows is like a dusty amber stone, exuding a lustrous light.

It reached out and buckled, touching the cold skin.

Even the soul can be touched, it seems that death is not far away.

The ancient heroic spirits here belong to the kind that cannibalize people without peeling their skins. They first suck up the vitality and spiritual power, then scrape off their flesh and blood, suck every drop of blood into the wind, and swallow it all without wasting a single bit of it.

This pink and tender soul found that it could touch this person, and curiously touched his face, hands, and neck with cold hands. When it saw the feathers in his hand, it was shocked.

Although it didn't know why it was shocked, it always felt that it was going to be surprised.

The soul hugged the person in his arms, and roared at the heroic spirits who were constantly trying to tear and scramble for the person in his arms, opened his ferocious mouth, almost tearing his entire cheek, intimidating those heroic spirits.

The heroic spirits took half a step back, as if they had just reacted, they fiercely burst out with even stronger evil spirits and rushed towards the tender soul.

The soul secretly said something stupid, hugged that person and fled away.

It is a soul that has just entered here. It is the weakest of these heroic spirits. It must not be able to beat them. Fortunately, when it first entered here, in order to prevent being swallowed by other heroic spirits, it practiced a special skill of escaping. Personally, I act vigorously and resolutely.

In the boundless desolation and desolation of the vast wilderness, a strong evil spirit came from behind, and the soul flew extremely fast, and within half a day, the countless heroic spirits behind him were thrown to unknown corners.

It was panting, exhausted to death, and because of exhaustion, its soul was pinker, translucent, and quite beautiful.

The soul held the person in his arms firmly, couldn't help but touched the person's neck and cheeks again, looked up, probably identified the direction, and secretly took him to the place where he hid when he first entered the wilderness.

It was a rugged and steep rocky mountain made of gravel and boulders. The soul floated to the back of the mountain, put the man in his nest, and floated cross-legged in mid-air to look at the man.

It's so beautiful, the eyes are the eyes, and the nose is the nose.

The soul rubbed against Zhi Zhi between his eyebrows, his eyes drifted back and forth, he lowered his head secretly, pressed his lips to it, and with a light touch, he quickly drifted far behind.

shy.

It feels like its whole soul is heating up, no need to look, it must be more fanciful.

It sniffed his scent, and its stomach growled, but it was reluctant to take a bite, propped its head, and squatted in mid-air without blinking for a long time, until it felt that this person might be dead, the weak person Finally managed to open his eyes.

The loss of spiritual power made Han Zhou feel dizzy, his eyes were dizzy, and he couldn't see clearly. He could only vaguely feel a pair of cold hands touching his body.

He opened his eyes, staring blankly at the pink and illusory shadow in front of him, and it took him a long time to vaguely distinguish that it was the outline of a person.

"Cough, you're awake." Soul cleared his throat and looked at him nervously, his eyes caught his hand touching his waist, and he took it back angrily.

Han Zhou stared blankly at it, his pupils shrank suddenly, his lips trembled, and he made a hoarse voice, "You are..."

"I am your life-saving soul." The soul puffed out its chest, intending to be proud, seeing that he was about to sit up excitedly, and quickly stretched out his hand to help him into his arms.

Han Zhou coughed in a low voice, staring straight at the pink-white soul, his heart, which was originally dead silent, began to beat slowly, and the frantic heartbeat beat on his eardrums.

"Qingying...Qingying..." Han Zhou stretched out his hand and touched the face of that soul.

He stretched out tremblingly, but pierced through Soul's face.

Han Zhou's eyes widened, and he eagerly hugged him, but he couldn't touch anything.

"I am a soul, of course you can't touch me."

Han Zhou's chest rose and fell, watching it hold his arm, but he could clearly feel Qingying's cold embrace, its fingers rubbing against his skin.

Soul, "Because you are dying, I can touch you, but because you are not dead, you can't touch me. That's probably what it means. It seems that you are quite smart. You can understand it yourself."

The soul is a little proud, but also a little bit worried, what to do in this kind of place alone, the birds don't shit.

Han Zhou stared blankly at the face that he hadn't seen for a long time, Qing Ying's habit of smiling eyes when he spoke, his occasional tone that sounded awkward, and his fingers that always wanted to rub some oil on himself.

Han Zhou lowered his eyes, looking at the translucent hand that was walking cautiously on his body, a strong bitterness welled up in his heart, the bitterness filled his throat and soured his eyes.

Qingying's soul is really in the middle of nowhere...

He doesn't remember himself...

Han Zhou closed his eyes, he wanted to hug him, even kiss him, but now he couldn't touch him.

He suddenly remembered that in the ghost world, that cheap bird touched him and scratched him from time to time, and when he seized the opportunity, he would rub against his side like a hug but not a hug.

Tears flowed down his hands unconsciously, and he chuckled.

Is this retribution?

At the beginning, Han Zhou wished to stay away from him and practice peacefully, but after being scratched by his intentional or unintentional touch, his heart was itchy and dazed, and he was afraid that one day he would really let go of Zen Buddhism and obey Qingying's will.

He originally thought that the heavy and solemn Buddhist rules and laws he carried on his body would never be unloaded, but he threw them away the moment Qingying died.

How many times he could touch his face, kiss his lips, and hug him, but now he can't.

Han Zhou's laughter became more bitter, and he cried while laughing.

Retribution, this is his retribution.

Soul stared at the crying and laughing man in a daze, supported him against the rock, and blinked, "You look so good when you cry and laugh."

I'm a nympho to the bone.

Han Zhou's eyes were red, he wiped away his tears, and lowered his head without speaking.

When he lowered his head, he saw that what he was sitting on was a bird's nest made of dead wood branches.

"Isn't it beautiful, and it's very comfortable to fall asleep."

Han Zhou still had tears in his eyes, and smiled slightly, not forgetting his nature as a bird even after death.

He nodded, "Very nice."

Soul patted Han Zhou on the shoulder, "Haha, no one praises me, I'm very lonely."

Han Zhou looked sideways at the hand on his shoulder, and moved his lips.

Soul withdrew his hand subconsciously, "I'm sorry, I couldn't control it for some reason when I saw you."

Han Zhou raised his head, his eyes were wet, and his whole body tightened when he saw it.

"Okay, then I won't touch you, don't be angry."

Han Zhou shook his head, his pale lips trembled, he didn't say anything, but a little anger appeared on his bloodless face.

"Why?" Soul felt that this person was a bit difficult to understand.

Han Zhou pursed his lips, and stopped looking at him when he wanted to say something. He wanted to say something, but the rules and regulations for so many years made it difficult for him to speak. After several times in his heart, he closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and clenched his hands tightly. Released, clenched again, and finally let go, as if he had finally made up his mind.

He said softly, "I think..."

Soul, "Huh?"

Han Zhou, "I want... let you hug me."

Soul was stunned for a moment, his brows were beaming with joy, and he stretched out his hand to hug Han Zhou into his arms, "I said it earlier, I've been thinking about it for a long time."

Feeling the cold embrace, Han Zhou raised the corners of his lips, he stretched out his hand to touch it, but couldn't touch anything, so he had to lower his hand and quietly let him hold it.

"I think…"

Soul retreated a little and looked at him.

Han Zhou said, "I want you to kiss me."

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Soul has never seen such an enthusiastic living person, but he was very happy with his enthusiasm. Without saying a word, he overwhelmed Han Zhou in his bird's nest, carefully kissed his eyebrows, eyes, and lips, and lay on his side beside him, chattering Great wilderness.

"I was here just after waking up. You can see it. There are a lot of resentful spirits here, very cruel. What do you think you are doing here as a living person?"

Han Zhou leaned against his arms and greedily sniffed the coldness of Qingying's soul, "Are you... are you here?"

Soul, "It's not bad. When I first came here, those old things always followed my ass and wanted to eat me. Fortunately, I ran fast, so I lived... until I died pink and tender."

Han Zhou wanted to touch his face, but remembered that he couldn't touch him, so he lowered his hand.

Soul Pidiandian moved her face closer and rubbed against the palm of his hand.

Han Zhou curled up his lips and smiled.

"You look so pretty when you smile, and the mole between your eyebrows is also pretty."

Han Zhou held his energy and stared at him intently, afraid that if he blinked, the soul would disappear in smoke.

Soul stretched out his cold hand to cover his eyes, "Take a break, I will hold you, I won't let those old things eat you up."

Hanzhou's spiritual power was consumed extremely quickly in the vast wilderness, he nodded weakly, and fell asleep leaning against Qingying.

There is no day and night in the vast wilderness, and the wilderness is desolate and desolate.

Han Zhou fell asleep for an unknown amount of time. He opened his eyes, adjusted his inner breath secretly, and found that his body was empty, with very little cultivation left.

The wilderness is not a place where people should spend more time.

He turned his head to look at the pink soul lying on his shoulder, and thought, as long as he could be with him, he would die like this and turn into a strand of soul, and he would be willing.

Qingying Soul opened his eyes and grinned at him.

Han Zhou froze for a moment, then looked down at the hard object on his abdomen.

"..."

Han Zhou, "Pozi will... like this?"

Soul shyly bit his finger, "Damn it, I just died not long ago, those old things definitely don't exist!"

Han Zhou smiled, his eyes glowed with luster, and when he smiled, the gilt on his forehead seemed to sweep away the dust, and a warm light bloomed.

The soul stared blankly for a while, then quickly let go of him, and floated two steps away.

Hanzhou, "?"

Soul, "If you look at me like that again, I can't help it."

Han Zhou froze for a moment, lowered his eyes, and said something softly.

The soul did not hear, "Huh?"

Han Zhou took a deep breath, raised his hand and tore off his tattered robe, revealing his fair and thin shoulders and a section of his neck, "I'm fine."

The soul was stunned, and after a while, it took a deep breath, forgetting that it was an invisible soul, and poured it in with one breath, inflating itself twice.

Han Zhou looked at it in surprise.

The soul spit out the breath again, and returned to its slender figure. The pink body swayed for a moment, then rushed over like a hungry wolf, threw Hanzhou down, and hugged it into his arms. inside.

Soul's body is icy cold, Hanzhou is a bit cold, but his heart is hot like a fire, he can't touch Qingying, so he has to lie flat, let it take off his clothes, and spread cold kisses all over his body The whole body, feel it touching your hand, from chest to waist, and then down.

Han Zhou shuddered.

Soul stopped his hands and looked at him with concern.

Han Zhou pursed his lips nervously.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I will be very careful."

Han Zhou nodded, and turned his head slightly so that it was convenient for him to lean in and drop the kiss.

It turned out to be this feeling of being split apart and possessed. Hanzhou was gasping for breath, his eyes were wet, looking at the gray sky above his head, he raised his hand to pull Qingying, wanting to ask for a kiss.

He found nothing.

The soul pushed herself into the warm place, bowed her head and rubbed against his ears, kissing him lingeringly.

"I really like you."

"Hiss... um... Qingying, don't leave me."

Before Han Zhou passed out, his whole body was sore and limp. Looking at the excited eyes of the bird, he thought to himself that it was finally consummated.

People will indulge excessively, and it turns out that being a soul will also do it.

The pink and tender soul was a little vacant, so she found some water lightly, and fed it to the sleeping person. The person in her arms looked more and more beautiful, and touched Han Zhou's body, reluctant to let go.

The person in his arms groaned, as if he was about to wake up.

The soul immediately floated down, tilted his head and pretended to be fast asleep.

Han Zhou's body was sore, and he quietly looked at Soul who rubbed his head into his arms.

The sleeping soul endured for a long time, and finally opened a crack quietly, and found that the man was still looking at him, scratching his chin, "I'm so good-looking?"

Han Zhou, "Yes."

Hun Po blushed and looked up at the sky, "Then you have to look more, it will be gone after a while."

Han Zhou frowned, "What do you mean?"

Soul, "After a long time, I will lose my mind like the other souls here, and get mixed up with it. There is too much resentment in the wilderness, and a soul like me can't maintain reason for long. Besides, the soul You don't need to be rational, either."

It rubbed Hanzhou's stiff body, "It's okay, don't worry, you can just leave here, living people can't stay here for a long time, I'll think about how to get you out in the next two days, you should hurry up leave here."

Han Zhou endured the tearing pain under his body, "You come with me!"

Soul smiled, "I can't leave, I belong here, and everyone who appears here belongs here."

Han Zhou felt pain in his heart, "Then I will stay too."

Soul, "It's useless for you to stay. In the future, we will become the same as those old things, and no one knows anyone."

"Is there no other way?" Han Zhou's heart hurt badly, he curled up and grabbed the collar of his chest, "Qingying, don't you want me now..."

The soul hugged him, "My name was Qing Ying, right? You've been calling me that since you saw me. I'm dead, and the soul is here. Are you here to find me? I've already forgotten you once , Now I’m just relying on my instincts to get close to you, if I want to forget you forever in the future, then I hope you will leave here, live your own life, and know that you are safe and sound when I can still be rational.”

Han Zhou's eyes were filled with tears, his pupils trembled slightly, and the tears flowed all over his face.

"I feel so uncomfortable when you cry, please don't cry."

Han Zhou's eyes were blurred, he endured it, swallowed the bitterness in his throat forcibly, and wiped away his tears, "Hug me."

"it is good."

A wind blew up in the wilderness, and the sound of the wind was sad.

The soul shrunk its neck subconsciously. Although he was a ghost, it was still afraid of ghosts, especially old ghosts.

Han Zhou was silent for a long time, took a deep breath of Qingying's cold breath, and raised his eyes.

Soul, "Stop crying, be good."

It reached out to touch Hanzhou's shoulder-grown hair, and after touching it, it looked at its own hand in surprise, "Didn't I touch you like this before?"

It feels a little strange.

Han Zhou grumbled, "I'm a monk."

Soul blinked, "Are you returning to vulgarity for me?"

"Ah."

Soul smiled shyly, "I love you even more."

Han Zhou touched his face in the air, "If you could leave here, would you leave with me?"

The soul chick Peck Mi nodded, "That must be."

Hanzhou smiled, took out Hongyu from his bosom, closed his eyes, and whispered a complicated and ancient summoning spell.

When Cang Qi saw Qingying for the first time, his eyes suddenly turned red.

If you look closely, the pink soul has floated onto his face.

Han Zhou said awkwardly, "Come down."

The soul lay on Cang Qi's face, wanting to pinch him, but Cang Qi's body was full of vitality, it couldn't touch it, and said quietly, "Is this my rival in love?"

Hanzhou, "..."

Han Zhou, "Of course not!"

Soul, "Impossible, you are so good-looking, how could I have no rival in love!"

Han Zhou's face turned red, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Muttering to himself, Soul stood beside Han Zhou, hugged his waist tightly, and stared at Cang Qi vigilantly.

Cang Qi looked at Han Zhou, "If I say I am a rival in love, will it feel better?"

The old man Dijun is very understanding and caring for his former subordinates.

Han Zhou was speechless, turned his head to look at the already suffocated soul, and thought, it won't be better, it will be terribly bad.

Cang Qi listened to Han Zhou's general explanation of what he meant, without further ado, waved his sleeves in the palm of his hand to form a barrier that landed on one person and one ghost, and led them away from the wilderness.

As soon as they took a step outside the barrier, they saw that there seemed to be a huge whirlpool behind Qingying who had already come out, dragging it back into the wilderness, Cang Qi and Hanzhou left to hold it, Qingying's soul almost Want to be torn apart.

Han Zhou felt sorry for it, and quickly let Cang Qi let go, and was dragged back into the whirlpool with it.

Qingying is right, it belongs here, so it cannot leave.

Han Zhou was so anxious that he would never leave by himself. Sitting in the wilderness meant to die here with him.

Looking at Han Zhou who was getting thinner day by day, Soul scratched his head and thought of countless ways, but they couldn't do it, and fell back on Han Zhou powerlessly.

"Being a ghost is so distressing."

Han Zhou's face was pale, his eyes lit up, he wanted to stand up, but he staggered violently, he couldn't even stand still, he was so weak.

"Damn...we still have a way to try."

Cang Qi, who was sitting at the side reading a book, closed the book.

Han Zhou, "Ghosts can possess people, we haven't tried this method yet."

Cang Qi thought for a while, "I'll find a substitute."

Turn away.

Qingying stopped him.

"Hey, wait a minute."

Cang Qi and Han Zhou looked at it together.

Soul blinked, looking pretty pink all over, "Find me a good-looking substitute, don't want an ugly one."

Cang Qi said.

The soul said again, "You have to be tall and mighty, you can't just look at it."

Cang Qi, yes.

Seeing that he was about to go out, the soul hurriedly shouted, "Not only is it good-looking, tall and mighty, but it also has a prominent family background. Once I possess myself, I can inherit the family property and become rich!"

Cang Qi, "..."

Soul, "My family Zhouzhou has returned to vulgarity for me, and I will support him in the future."

Han Zhou covered his face, feeling a little ashamed.

Cang Qi asked, "What does the Ghost Buddha mean?"

Han Zhou cupped his hands at him, "Anything related to birds is fine, I'm here to help you, Emperor."

It would be the best if it could be the same as his prototype, but Han Zhou didn't have extravagant expectations, he just hoped that he could take it away as soon as possible.

Finding a bird is really not difficult at all, but it is not so easy to find a Chongming bird between heaven and earth. Cang Qi knows what Han Zhou didn't say, and also intends to find a Chongming bird, but he has searched countless mountains, rivers and dense forests , I didn't even see the feathers of the Chongming bird.

Afraid of one person and one ghost waiting in a hurry, Cang Qi picked a suitable one and entered the wilderness again.

In the wilderness, the soul is saying goodbye to its bird's nest.

Cang Qi handed an oval egg to Han Zhou, "It's about to hatch, how about it?"

He was taken out from under the hen's buttocks and sent all the way here, still warm.

Hanzhou stared at the egg complicatedly, thought about the appearance of Qingying and the big rooster, and thanked Cangqi, "Yes, thank you, Dijun."

Cang Qi was also very satisfied with what he found, "It's still a local egg."

Han Zhou smiled, turned to call Qing Ying, but before he could say anything, he turned his head and said, "He very much hopes that he can become Chong Ming again, but this is not the time to be picky, I want Dijun to keep this matter a secret for now, Make plans when you can really leave here."

Cang Qi, "Okay."

As soon as the soul saw the egg, it expressed doubts, "Is this the egg of the Chongming bird? It's too small, and I smell a smell of chicken droppings."

Hanzhou, "..."

Han Zhou, "Temporarily asked a hen to help hatch it."

Soul, "Oh, then I'll go out and thank her."

After finishing speaking, he floated up contentedly, turned into a wisp of red smoke and got into the egg.

In the countryside, in a thatched house.

This is the tenth day since leaving the wilderness.

Han Zhou woke up early in the morning, sat on the bed and looked at the eggs surrounded by the blanket.

It was time for Qingying to break his shell today, he was a little nervous and his palms were sweaty.

The egg lying quietly moved.

Han Zhou immediately stretched out his head, "Qingying? Can you hear me?"

The shiny eggshell cracked open with a pop, and a pointed yellow mouth pierced the eggshell and popped out.

Han Zhou looked at the tip of the mouth, and held the towel in surprise, "Be careful, just peck open the eggshell."

The small pointed mouth poked on the mouth of the egg and did not move for a long time.

Han Zhou's joy sank little by little, "Qingying, are you okay? Qingying!"

Eggshell's small mouth opened slightly, making a milky chirping sound.

"Zhou Zhou Chi Chi Chi, I'm stuck Chi Chi Chi Chi."

Han Zhou burst out laughing, quietly wiped off the cold sweat that broke out on his forehead for a moment, picked the edge of the sharp mouth with his fingers, and gently peeled off the eggshell.

He just peeled the eggshell, and a wet little yellow chicken couldn't wait to get out. He raised a chicken feet, fried proudly, and said, "Hahahahaha, Lao Tzu is another one again Good chicken!"

chick,"……"

Chicken, "No, why did I say chicken."

Before it had time to think, it was hit by the towel thrown down by Han Zhou.

The life after rebirth is very beautiful and harmonious. With the help of Cang Qi, Qingying has gained some cultivation, at least she can transform into a human form, and she will no longer be protected under her wings by the old hen in the yard as her own chicken.

This night, just over halfway.

Qingying looked down at the exhausted and soundly asleep man in his arms, wiped his body, hugged and looked at the vast galaxy outside the window, feeling soft in his heart.

These are the best years, and it is worth living again seriously.

Qingying kissed the sleeping man, gently traced his eyebrows and eyes with his fingers, watched Han Zhou silently with gentle eyes all night, until the dawn approached, his expression changed, and his brows were tightly furrowed.

Han Zhou opened his eyes in a daze, and rubbed Qingying's chin with his head.

"What are you thinking?"

Qingying turned over and sat up, putting on her clothes.

Han Zhou sat up with his back propped up, "What's wrong with you? Is there any discomfort?"

Qingying, "There is a question that I have thought about for a long time."

Han Zhou looked at him suspiciously.

Qing Ying touched his head, feeling itchy, took a deep breath, held Han Zhou's hand, with a serious expression.

Seeing his expression, Han Zhou immediately woke up and held his breath.

Qingying, "Am I a chicken or a Chongming bird?"

Hanzhou, "..."

Han Zhou, "Is this important?"

Qingying, "Yes."

Han Zhou blinked slowly, and finally told the truth, "Sorry, I couldn't find Chongming's eggs at that time, so..."

Qingying's expression suddenly relaxed, he smiled and kissed him on the cheek, put on his clothes, turned his head and got out of bed.

Han Zhou asked nervously, "Where are you going?"

Qingying, "It's okay, I don't worry about it, I thought I had mutated, you go to sleep, I'll go out and have a chirp before I come back!"

After all, he rushed out.

Outside the door, the dim light of the sun is breaking through the dark night, the silent mountains and rivers are gradually singing frogs, and the thousands of miles of breeze is slowly rippling.

Just when Han Zhou was in a daze, a crisp chirping sound rang out from the courtyard, passing through the mountains and fields full of flowers, echoing over the quiet and peaceful village.

cluck cluck cluck—wake up—

In the room, Han Zhou covered his lips and fell into the bed, laughing to tears.

Later, with dark circles under his eyes, Master Yun was heartbroken and taught his daughter-in-law a lesson.

"Why not a hen's egg~, why not~! Do you know that since he came back~, I have never slept in late~~~!"

Finish