Master Xiao thinks about those years

About a quarter of an hour later, the group of people were tired of "making artificial creatures", and the owner of Ziyi Mountain finally lost his interest.

On the stone table, if you look around, you can see that it is full of strange-shaped villains, and there are many square and round "houses" that are made strangely. Some have no arms, some have no legs, and they are in a mess. Standing next to that weird house, it's like being in a mass grave.

The purple-clothed mountain master looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, clapped his hands, and then went to the pool to wash his hands.

The pond is next to the pear tree, only a few feet away from the stone table, and the quiet green land is like a gem.

She rolled up her sleeves, stretched her bare hands into the pool of water, and gently washed away the dirt.

Yan Chen calmly got up from the mud, his moon-white clothes were stained with stains, and his body still exuded a spotless temperament.

He followed the purple-clothed mountain master to the pool, but saw all the white-clothed waiters holding up a pair of dirty hands, standing behind and shrinking, not daring to move forward.

Yan Chen glanced lightly, and walked forward with some doubts.

The emerald water of the pool is imprinted with the beautiful reflection of the charming woman, her black hair hangs down, and the tail of her hair sinks into the pool.The scenery is beautiful and the scene is picturesque.

The purple-clothed mountain master seemed to be unable to sense anyone coming, his frail and boneless hands were persistently immersed in the water.

Yan Chen's eyes rested on those hands, he was silent for a long time, and was startled for a moment.

What was printed in that pool of water was not her reflection at all, but a black shadow in the shape of a fish.

It presents a lightened black color, and in the emerald cold pool, if you look at it from a distance, you will think it is a human figure.

The black shadow's head was attached to the woman's cleansed and dirty wrist, as if it was sucking something intoxicated.

Standing by the pool, Yan Chen seemed to be able to see the expression on its face through the black shadow, desperate and numb, like a puppet without a soul.An uncontrollable evil spirit permeated his whole body.

In an instant, Yan Chen understood the reason why those waiters in white clothes didn't dare to go forward.

"Brother Ah Si, look, this is the man-eating kun I raised in the pond."

The woman's crisp voice sounded, the black image was frightened, flinched slightly, and then cast its misty eyes on Yan Chen.

Yan Chen didn't care about the black shadow, his gaze was still on her fair wrist, on the blue fang marks on her wrist.

The blood of the half-monster is blue, a faint blue color, with a chill in it.Unlike human blood, which is bright red and dazzling, it is born hot and hot.

The blue blood was dripping from the purple-clothed mountain lord's hands, dripping little by little into the emerald green pool water, making a clear sound like bamboo dew dripping, and then the smudge dissipated quickly.

Almost instantly, Yan Chen caught something.The purity of the spiritual root can explore the origin in the blood.It's like he can feel the oppression of the rune on his blood.

He caught two different breaths, like two breaths born from the same root.But also ethereal and untraceable.

"Do you know what he feeds on?"

The woman raised her eyes, her pupils staring at the person in front of her.

"Since it is a cannibal Kun, it naturally eats people."

Shen Huan's voice was calm, and the woman laughed: "It's really smart. It usually eats people, but it also eats half-monsters. Look, it's hungry now."

After finishing speaking, the black shadow in the pool shook violently, and the surrounding pool water stirred up whirlpools, as if going crazy.

Yan Chen quietly watched this mad beast, as if he wanted to see something from it.

"Look, it can't wait any longer, Brother Ah Si, can you go up?" The person in front of him suddenly approached, his charming voice revealing bewitchment.

In an instant, the black shadow in the pool turned into a weak and boneless woman with no /no/hanging on her body, and slowly swam to the bank where Yan Chen was standing like a fish, her slender jade arms stretched out from the water. Come out, climb up Yan Chen's calf with water droplets.

Every touch is light and soft, touching people's hearts bit by bit.

"Brother Ah Si, let's go."

go...

Just as he breathed like blue, the woman under his feet kept teasing him.It was like thousands of vines pulling him into the cold pool.

It's charm.

Yan Chen raised her eyebrows, and took a step back with her heavy eyes. The woman under her feet lost her attachment and screamed. The arm that climbed ashore immediately turned into a puddle of black water, and the rest of her body also turned into food. The original shape of Ren Kun.Dive into the cold pool and start crashing around.

"Oh, it doesn't work." Yiru chuckled, glanced at a white-clothed waiter behind him, and hooked his fingers: "Come here."

"Yes, yes..." The waiter in white shrank forward with fear on his face.Walking to the edge of the pool tremblingly, as if moving his fingers, purple silk immediately wrapped his body and submerged him into the water.

As soon as the person entered the water, the man-eating Kun immediately stepped forward to cling to him.

Immediately, the tearing shouts sounded together with the sound of flesh and blood being broken.The blue blood smeared in the pool water, touching a pool of emerald green.Also fed the man-eating Kun.

Yan Chen's plain white fingers hidden under the wide sleeves slightly flexed and stretched.

Human life is like a mustard, and it is like a trash.For example, can there be any human nature?

"Brother Ah Si, I scared you just now, let's go, let's go drink." Yi Ru clapped his hands, naturally pulled Yan Chen's sleeves and walked forward, as if nothing happened.

Or, she felt that the death of a person was as insignificant as the loss of a feather.

Until this moment, Yan Chen finally understood the reason why Yiru kept him.

Games, just as she said, she was asking him to play games with her.

He is one of her tools for fun, but because he is somewhat similar to Na Ah, so he will not die simply and rudely like others.

His life and death are only in the chatting and laughing of Yiru.

On the stone table, there is one white jade jug, two small white jade cups, and three plum blossoms.

"Are you afraid of death?" Yiru handed the wine glass to Yan Chen's eyes, without a smile on his face.

"No fear." Yan Chen took the wine glass, pursed his lips and drank it.He doesn't know how to drink, the amber hot liquid flowed into his throat, burning hot pain, he endured it, his fair face turned red.

"Oh, he is not afraid of death. In this regard, you and Ah Si are really similar."

"I'm not Ah Si, and I can't be him."

"I know you are not him, Mr. Xiaolang, the owner of this mountain, I just want you to relieve my boredom."

"It's just... just to relieve the boredom..." The owner of Ziyi Mountain smiled and handed the wine again. Yan Chen was already dizzy from a cup, and after taking Yiru's drink, his eyes began to be in a trance.

The upper eyelid and the lower eyelid fit together, and the whole person fell down heavily.

"You can't drink enough, this is far from Ah Si." The purple-clothed woman shook her head, sighed in her voice, waved her hand, and ordered Yan Chen to be helped away.

The pears were rustling, under the white petals, the wine cup disappeared, and the stone case instantly turned into a pile of bones.

Yan Chen went out for about three or four hours, and Fu Nian was alone in the empty hall, feeling uncomfortable.He was drowsy at first, but since Yan Chen left the door, his head became inexplicably awake.

Waking up like being showered with cold water.

He always wanted to bring this damned "sobriety" to his worries about Yu Nian, but he went back and forth a few times, and the words "Brother Ah Si" and the words of that seductive woman posing in front of Mo Qing were all overturned in his mind. appearance.

Hell.

Fu Nian cursed, another resentful thought came to his mind, he has been out for so long, is he going to die outside?

Fu Nian was lying on the couch, and the forest inside was surging.

"boom--"

With a bang, the door of the palace opened, and Fu Nian got up from the couch with a carp, and the intoxicating smell of alcohol came to his nostrils.

He frowned subconsciously, and then saw the drunk Yan Chen standing at the entrance of the hall supported by a waiter in white.

Already drunk?Fu Nian frowned even deeper.The good ones don't learn from the bad ones, it's really not good to be with that seductive woman.

"Give it to me, you can go out."

Fu Nian stood up, pulled Mo Qing, who smelled of alcohol, into his arms, and gave instructions to the white-clothed waiter without blinking.

The white-clothed waiter didn't talk too much, handed over to him, closed the door and left.Happy to be a hands-off shopkeeper.

"boom--"

The door was closed, and Yan Chen, who was lying in Fu Nian's arms with his eyes closed, frowned slightly at the sound, his heels were weak, and he staggered dishonestly to fall backwards.

Fu Nian hooked his waist with a sullen face, carrying the man to the bed.

He was angry and rude.When he got to the bedside, he threw the person up like a cabbage.

"Ugh—" Yan Chen hit the bed, subconsciously moaned, opened his eyes vaguely, and saw a swaying shadow.

Talisman?

"Stop—" A hoarse voice reeked of alcohol sounded, Fu Nian was stunned for a moment, and turned around to see that Yan Chen had sat up cross-legged on the bed, with his left hand still grabbing his sleeve.

"What are you doing?" Fu Nian was annoyed.

"Come here a little bit." Yan Chen stared, and hooked Fu Nian weakly with his hand.

"Did you go crazy drinking today, you—"

"Snapped!!"

A fiery slap hit Fu Nian's face, the change came too unexpectedly.

Fu Nian's eyes were straightened, and he raised his head stiffly.He looked at the culprit, Mo Qing, with anger.Yan Chen didn't have the slightest bit of shame on his face, he beat him majestically, as if doing justice for the heavens.

"What are you looking at? Well, I've wanted to hit you for a long time!" Yan Chen stood up from the bed staggeringly, with a pair of phoenix eyes squinting, full of arrogance.

Fu Nian stood on the ground, and he was much higher than Fu Nian by the height of the bed.

"Mo Qing, have you...forgot who you are?" Fu Nian said patiently, every word seemed to be squeezed out of her throat.

"A shameless thing, you still have the face to ask who I am?" Yan Chen stared with one hand for the first time, and raised his hand to point at the person in front of him.

His eyes were hazy, like misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, filled with light water vapor, his fair face turned red from drunkenness, like a crabapple wet by the rain.

Eyelashes flicker, like two small fans.Cooperating with Yan Chen's almost arrogant movements, he looks cute and confident.

Yan Chen knew who he was, and even more that the person in front of him was Fu Nian.

It's the so-called truth telling after drinking.

He just got drunk and practiced this truth.

Yan Chen's eyes were dazed, seeing Fu Nian's face, and remembering what Fu Nian did to him, there was only one thought in his mind: He wants to teach this bastard a lesson today.

This is probably the charm of drunkenness. Drunkenness is like courage. After drinking those cups of prajna soup, you can do what you dare not or can't do on weekdays. No matter who he is, even the king of heaven and I have to get out of the way .

"What? You're not convinced, huh?"

Yan Chen twirled his index finger in front of Fu Nian fearlessly, his eyes were full of contempt.

If the villains are disobedient, of course they should be disciplined.

Fu Nian quietly looked at the green finger shaking in front of him, trying to resist the urge to snap off the finger.

He thought, Moqing was probably crazy, and she was crazy.