Afrika Seimei and his star company

pain.

Huang frowned.He lay on the ground and woke up from a heavy dream. The first feeling he felt when he woke up was severe pain.

He moved his body - just a very light, very small movement made him tremble with pain all over his body.He tried to raise his hand, but his arm was as immobile as if it was tied with a heavy weight of lead. No matter how hard he gritted his teeth, his arm could only stick tightly to the cold floor.

He half-opened his eyes and looked at his arm covered with bloody welts. He wanted to continue to sleep, to sleep forever.

Although he only had nightmares when he was asleep, everything in the real world is more cruel and cold than nightmares. He would rather fall into the dark abyss in the nightmares forever, listening to the howling wind in his ears, let his soul Little by little, he was bitten and devoured by the bloody mouth of the abyss.

"Hey, wake up."

Huang was kicked hard in the stomach, he clutched his stomach and opened his eyes a little.

Everything has changed since his prophecy ceased to come true.People withdrew the delicacies, threw him leftovers, and he lost his house.Afterwards, he could only fight for food with the red-eyed dogs. Their sharp, scorched teeth cut holes in his skin, oozing bright red blood.Even the owners of vicious dogs hated him. They said that he robbed the dogs of their food, and the dogs howled and howled hungrily in the dark night, making people restless.

People blamed all the bad luck on Huang. They said that the 90-year-old man at the head of the village could obviously live to be a hundred years old, and the seriously ill baby at the foot of the mountain could obviously survive another year. The Huang that crawled around in the mud brought bad luck to the village.

The children also gradually understand that if they do bad things, as long as they blame the child named "Huang", they will be safe.They took the copper coins that their parents gave him to buy tofu to buy candy, and when they returned home they said that the money bag fell into the river by themselves when they were crossing the bridge, so they could avoid a beating, because their parents would use the time for a meal. Going to curse Huang, even going to the weeds to beat the poor child out of nowhere, will not doubt his own child.The children just lie and put their own crimes on Huang. As for whether he will be coughed up blood by the adults, that's none of their business.

In the beginning, Huang would beg for mercy.

But the last time he begged for mercy was a long time ago.Huang couldn't remember the exact time for a long time.

Finally... as it is now, Huang was dragged and thrown into this dark and damp house with no food or water.Whenever they encountered something that didn't go their way, they would go to that musty, dark room and beat him up.There are people like this every day.

Today... Who is it again?

"Boy, are you still alive?"

Huang closed his eyes, not wanting to answer.

He lay on the ground calmly, waiting to die.

"Stop talking nonsense with him." Another person said, kicking Huang's head.

Kick it harder, please.fantasy.I want to die quickly.

Suddenly, there were chaotic footsteps outside the house, and someone shouted: "The granary at Dongtou is smoking!"

"What?" A man glared at Huang fiercely, "It's even worse than a dog! Still not dead?!"

"Hurry up and put out the fire, there's nothing to eat!"

That one kicked hard again, then turned around and left.Another man spit in front of Huang.

The door closed again.Only a faint ray of sunlight penetrated through the crack of the door, extending to the front of Huang.Huang moved his fingers, gently touching the warmth.

Suddenly, the long-sealed windows shook violently a few times, the thick wooden boards were torn apart, and the iron nails fell to the ground and bounced with a crisp sound.

sounds so good.

I haven't heard such a lively voice for a long time.

"Hey, wake up." It was a young man's voice.

Huang felt that this voice did not sound like that of a wicked person.He raised his eyes with difficulty, and a boy with long hair stood in front of him.The man squatted down and put a bamboo tube in front of Huang. He lifted the lid of the bamboo tube, and there was hot food inside, and the aroma filled the whole room.

"Eat it quickly, my sister won't last long!" The boy pushed the rice in the bamboo tube in front of Huang, "You won't be able to eat it when they come back!"

"Who are you?"

"You don't care who I am. I don't want to care about you. My sister wanted to save you, so I came to help... Hurry up! I have to nail the windows after I eat, or someone will find out What to do? Eat, eat, this is the bamboo tube rice that my sister has charcoal roasted for two hours, and my sister snatched it from my mouth! Can it poison you to death? If you don’t eat it, I will eat it!"

eat it eat it.Huang thought.So what if it's poisonous, it's not bad if you can still eat a good meal before you die.

"It must be Huang, the lone star of the gods. The good granary almost caught fire!"

"That's right, it was a year of famine!"

"Kill him!"

"That's right, kill him! You can't take advantage of him!"

The tight whip was swung down, Huang opened his eyes wide, quietly watching the whip come down.A cloud of smoke rose in front of his eyes, but was still scattered by the whip, became transparent little by little, and finally disappeared in midair.

"I'm sorry." The beautiful woman squatted beside Huang and said softly.

Huang lay on the ground, bright red blood beads dripping from the hair on his forehead.He was dying and had no strength to speak.

"Sorry, I'm just a puff of smoke, I can't touch anything, I can't save you."

help me?Huang raised his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him—beautiful, delicate, with long hair like a waterfall.Around her was smoky and hazy, like an untouchable phantom, elusive and unattainable.

He remembered that he had seen very beautiful women in the village before—they were lying under the altar, their slender eyelashes were thick and curled up, and they lowered their eyebrows and prayed for good weather under the altar.and after?Their faces were still beautiful, but in front of him, they showed terrifying expressions, poking his forehead with their fingers and hitting him with rotten vegetable leaves, laughing.

Pretty women are the scariest.They use beautiful skins to deceive people, and their stomachs contain swords smeared with poison.

"Thank you, it's okay." Desolation was like a spring.

He still believed in the woman in front of him.

Before the woman left, she said: "You wait, I will come to save you."

I'm sorry, Huang smiled wryly, I can't wait.

too painful.There is not a piece of good skin all over the body, every inch of skin is covered with scars, and the internal organs seem to be broken.He couldn't take it anymore.

Last night, he had a dream.In the dream, he jumped into the sea and fell little by little in the deep sea.The warm sea water wrapped his whole body, and he had a dream in the sea that he would never wake up from.

When Huang woke up, the windows of the dark room were open, and the wooden boards nailed to the windows were scattered on the ground.

It seems that this is what God meant.

Huang climbed out of the window and walked slowly in the dark night.He kept walking, kept walking, the icy sea water hit his instep, and he didn't stop.His body was submerged little by little, and the salt water stinged his wounds—although this was different from the deep sea in his dream, it was cold and painful, but Huang didn't hesitate at all.

It's good to be dead.Huang smiled, and a wave hit his forehead.When the waves sank, the child was no longer on the sea.

The wind was warm that night.

The sea was very quiet that day.

Tomorrow, people will find that there is no more famine in this world.

It must be fine weather tomorrow.

"Oh my! I woke up!"

Huang heard the excited cry of a little girl.He opened his eyes slowly, and a little girl was bending over to look at him.

"Where is this...?" Huang propped himself up on the bed and sat up.

"This is Arakawa!" The little girl bounced around beside him, fanning her fan and said, "My name is Jinyu Ji. You've been lying down for days!"

Huang frowned and asked, "You saved me?"

"No, it was Yan Yanluo who asked the Lord of Arakawa to save you—that big villain Arakawa has a conscience!"

"Smoke... smoke?"

"Well, she saw that you were fine and left."

have they gone?

Huang's eyes flickered, and he said softly, "If I meet her again...thank you for me."

The whip hit the flesh, and the poison-coated sword pierced the body with a "chicking" sound.Blood dripped on the ground, and blood-red Bana flowers bloomed.

"Ah!" Huang stood up from the bed, his eyes wide open, and thin beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.He gasped for breath and looked at the ground in horror.

"My lord, are you having nightmares again?"

"Quick! Light up the cigarette!" Huang waved at the servant.

"Yes..." The servant was full of doubts, but he still followed Huang's wishes.Those servants have discussed in private, obviously having a nightmare and being out of breath, but they still have to close the house tightly and light up the smoke.

"Won't it be boring?"

"I don't know, but after lighting a cigarette, my lord can indeed calm down." All the servants said so.

The servant lit his cigarette and withdrew.Huang stayed alone, watching the smoke gradually fill the room.

All these years, he has been deluding himself like this.Only the smoke can give him a sense of security and allow him to sleep peacefully for a while.He said to himself, Huang, that woman is always there, and she is watching you.

Huang lay down happily, burying his face in the soft pillow.Tears soaked the pillow and stuck to his face, feeling a little cool.

where are you?

"My story is over." Huang lowered his head, shaking the teacup in his hand, and the green tea gave off a fresh aroma, "This tea is not bad." He turned his head with a smile, and there are continuous distant mountains outside the window, and the blue sky is washed by rain Appeared to be very clear afterwards.

"New tea in early spring, as long as you like it." A young man sat across from Huang, with white hair and snowy eyes, and deep eyes.

"Right now, I can't get what I want, except for that woman. I've been looking for it for many years, but I still haven't heard anything about it." Huang smiled wryly.

"I also have a story, maybe you can listen to it."

"Oh?"

"Once upon a time, there was a cloud of smoke that absorbed the spirit of heaven and earth, and finally turned into a beautiful woman. She didn't like seeing people being bullied, so she always wanted to help others. But she was just a cloud of illusory smoke after all. Unable to touch anyone, she asked her younger brother for help. Once, she saw a boy who was originally a prophet bestowed by heaven on earth. The failure of the prophecy made him fall into the snake den of human evil thoughts. She knew that as long as she After some practice, he can be saved, but she also knows that the boy can't wait."

"So?" Huang's eyes flickered, and he stared straight at Qingming.

"She asked Jinyu Ji to help her find the master of Arakawa—the master of Arakawa possesses supreme magic power, and she begged him to save the boy. Then, she found the nightmare-eating tapir, and she hinted in the dream that the boy went to seek Arakawa Lord's help. After knowing that the boy was saved, she left."

"Then where did she go?"

"Master Qingming!" A white spirit fox leaped into the room, "That sissy is here again!"

Qingming's body trembled slightly, and the tea in the cup rippled.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, it's just a little demon haunting me."

Just as they were talking, a young man with long hair stepped in.Holding a pipe in his hand, he smiled and shouted, "Master Qingming! Long time no see!"

"It's you?" Huang's palm couldn't help but tighten, almost crushing the teacup in his hand.

"You know me?" The long-haired man smiled and pointed to himself.

"You and your sister once saved me."

The young man pointed his finger at his chin, raised his head and said while thinking: "Ah... I don't remember much. My sister just likes to meddle in other people's business. But a few years ago, she suddenly said that she wanted to practice—oh, she It's just a puff of smoke, unable to touch mortal things. In the past, she was nosy and always asked me to help send this to that. Later, for some reason, she suddenly said that she wanted to practice, and she said that she wanted to touch mortal things—— Alas, really, she has been in seclusion for many years, and she left me alone..."

"Where is she?" Huang stood up.

"Her? Haha, she's on her way here now, isn't she? I left her a note telling her I'm here."

Huang turned his head slightly, and he saw at the other end of the tree-lined path, a graceful woman coming slowly through the misty smoke.

(The above are all chicken soup, I’m dead written... The following is my free play, I am me, and I am a second kicker with different colors.)

"Please marry me!" Huang bowed at ninety degrees.

Yan Yanluo looked confused: "Ah? No, young man, wake up, we seem to have met a few times, right?"

"I think enough is enough."

The hair-eating ghost intervened between the two of them and said: "You look like a dog, you have blisters on your head, I still brought you meals every day at that time, the number of times you saw me was comparable to the number of times you saw my sister Too much, do you want to consider me..."

Huang grabbed the hair-eating ghost by the collar and threw him aside, looking at Yan Yanluo affectionately: "Miss sister helped me, and even cooked for me, and I can't repay you. I promise you with your body!"

"Many people have eaten my rice in bamboo tubes! I used to cook rice in a big pot, and no. 80 people ate it together. Do you want me to open a harem..."

"I'm not talented, but I think I'm the most handsome among the young lady's servants!"

Yan Yanluo sneered: "People who pass by our area, as long as they are hungry, have eaten my charcoal-grilled bamboo tube rice. If you want to say that, Ibaraki Shuten, the strongest friend in Heianjing, the largest wind-type tengu, and the United States Yan Shengshi Xiaolu, Yinyangliao's top demon fox, handsome demon luthier, handsome and unrestrained Wannianzhu, and Arakawa who saved you, alas, Master Qingming sitting there... You can only be a concubine in terms of wealth, beauty and talent!"

As soon as Qingming raised his head, he met Huang's ignorant gaze, and instantly backed away in fright: "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yan Yanluo, don't talk nonsense! This person is crazy! Huang! Huang! Huang! Oops! I'm not interested in Yanyanluo, don't look at me like that!"

"Master Qingming..." Huang smiled and approached step by step, with dark tentacles raised behind him.

"Don't come here...you are the most handsome! Hahahahaha you are the most handsome! Huang, you are the most handsome! The most handsome in Ping'an capital! The three thousand beauties in the harem must spoil you alone! Yanyanluo! Yanyanluo, you marry quickly He is the king!"

The author has something to say:

Halfway through the writing, I almost turned into a wild X hair-eating ghost. Fortunately, I was witty and reined in the precipice...