The partner of the monster catcher is the fox monster

Honestly, Song Yun only took up a small half of the huge bed in the suite. His slender body drew a smooth curve under the thin quilt, and there was no boundary from head to toe.

After Yin Huai finished washing, he stood in front of the bed and couldn't help laughing when he saw this scene. He leaned over and rubbed Song Yun's cheek with the back of his hand: "Is this a seat for me, baby?"

Song Yun was in a deep sleep, vaguely feeling the temperature on his cheek, and unconsciously rubbed his side face against the back of Yin Huai's hand.

Yin Huai smiled very lightly, his eyes filled with tenderness.

After standing by the bed for a while, Yin Huai did not lie down on it, but took a few steps back and sat down on the sofa next to him, resting his head with one hand and quietly looking at the person on the bed.

Hair tips, forehead, corners of eyes, eyebrows, bridge of nose, lip peaks, and then neck, shoulder line, thin fingers exposed outside the thin quilt, various lines under the thin quilt...

Throughout the night, he never took his eyes off the person on the bed, and used his gaze to engrave every detail on Song Yun's body over and over again, until the sky outside the window brightened.

The person sleeping peacefully on the bed was only one step away from him. Feeling the slight increase in Song Yun's breathing rate, Yin Huai pursed his lips and gave a sinister smile, and looked back. Then he got up and lay down gently beside Song Yun.

Song Yun slept peacefully, his brows stretched out, and his face was calm and peaceful.

His eyelashes are very long, and when he closed his eyes and slept soundly, he cast a small fan-like shadow under his eyes, and he looked cute and docile.Yin Huai looked at him quietly with lowered eyes, the facial features of the person in front of him were very similar to before, but he was younger, and the corners of his brows and eyes were still full of youthful air that had not yet faded.

With a smile in his eyes, he flexed his knuckles and rubbed against the chin of the man in front of him, then moved his fingers up, and pasted them on the two light-colored thin lips like a dragonfly.

Warm and soft.

Yin Huai was fascinated for a moment, his eyes were full of tenderness, affection, and yearning, stirring in his heart with the emotion that had been waiting for a hundred years to ferment.His fingers tightened slightly, and after a while, his throat rolled up and down, and then he exhaled lightly.On his face, there was that inscrutable expression of half-smile and half-smile again.

Yin Huai stretched out his arms and took the person in front of him into his arms, lightly inserted five fingers into the soft hair behind Song Yun's head and rubbed it, then pulled his arm and put it gently around his waist.

Song Yun was sleeping in a daze, he only had some vague feelings, but he didn't know anything about what happened at this time, and even followed Yin Huai's movements to squeeze him into his arms again, and the two of them stuck closer together.

Yin Huai hooked the corners of his lips, then quickly suppressed the smile on his lips, and coughed deliberately.

This cough was not intentional at all, and the sound was just right, neither loud nor soft, but Song Yun could definitely hear it.

Sure enough, Song Yun heard the sound, opened his eyes in a daze, and was about to turn over when he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Although the curtains were drawn in the room, the sky was bright now, and the room was not completely dark.So even though he was very reluctant, after blinking twice, he still saw clearly the fact that there was a person lying in front of him.

Song Yun woke up in an instant, and the muscle reaction before he became conscious bounced him off the bed almost at the same time.

Then Yin Huai pulled her back.

"So excited?" Yin Huai slowly opened his eyes and looked at him.

"Didn't you say...won't come back at night?" Song Yun's brain was agitated for a while, and the shock had just settled down, and he couldn't speak smoothly.

Yin Huai didn't change his face and his heart didn't beat: "I didn't come in until twelve o'clock sharp, and I was really outside all night."

"..." Song Yun was so choked that he almost wanted to roll his eyes, but the next second he realized a more serious problem, his body was covered with white sweat, and his heart beat faster: "So you... Ten Are you back at two o'clock?"

Yin Huai nodded calmly.

"...and lie here after you come back?"

Yin Huai rolled his eyes: "What else? Want me to sleep on the sofa?"

"..." Song Yun had a thousand words in his mind at this time, and finally he could only force out a smile: "No..."

"Actually, I guessed that you would be embarrassed. I wanted to get up earlier." Yin Huai explained to him very caringly.

When Song Yun heard this sentence, somewhere in Song Yun's heart was still expecting that Yin Huai would say something to save him from embarrassment, but the sky failed, and Yin Huai continued unhurriedly: "But you recall the time when you opened your eyes. Isn't the posture of the two of us more like you holding me?"

Hearing what he said, Song Yun's brain moved faster than his mouth, and in a flash, he really recalled the scene when he opened his eyes, and it was the scene with his arm on Yin Huai's waist.

"..."

Then he had a fever on his face, and jumped up from the bed with a bang: "——I'm going to wash up."

After washing his hair and face with cold water, after tossing and tossing for a long time, Song Yun finally got enough mental preparation, pretending to be calm and indifferent, and walked out of the bathroom with his still damp hair.

Just now the room steward came to deliver breakfast, very extravagant Chinese style morning tea, more than a dozen large and small cages and bowls, fully set up a table, Yin Huai was drinking tea very leisurely at the table, saw him come out and smiled,: "If you don't come out again, I will consider going in to save people." After speaking, he pointed to the things on the table and motioned him to sit down.

"..." Song Yun cleared his throat embarrassingly, walked over obediently, dragged aside the stool and sat down opposite Yin Huai.

"So polite?" Yin Huai got up and walked around the table in a small circle, poured a cup of tea for him, put his hands on the edge of the table and looked down at him: "I'm waiting for you if you don't move the chopsticks." Speak?"

"No..." Song Yun hurriedly picked up the chopsticks.

"Why are you nervous, I'm not going to eat you up." Yin Huai hooked the corners of his lips, and when he walked past him, he reached out and rubbed the top of his hair, and said with a smile: "There will be more intercourse in the future. "

Song Yun's hands trembled, and the chopsticks he just picked up were almost thrown under the table by him...

Fortunately, Yin Huai went straight into the bathroom, and Song Yun's embarrassment did not hide his embarrassment.But what Yin Huai said just now kept playing back and forth in a loop in his mind. Song Yun raised his hand and pinched the center of his brows, took a deep breath, and really couldn't figure out why Yin Huai used that word.

But it must have been intentional in all likelihood.

"..." Song Yun put back the chopsticks he had picked up just now.

The car that brought them here last night stopped at the downstairs of the hotel on time at nine o'clock, Song Yun happened to see it, so he coughed to remind Yin Huai who was drinking tea leisurely at this time: "...they have a car."

Yin Huai followed his line of sight to look out of the window, then quickly looked at Song Yun's light spring clothes, and reminded softly: "I'm going into the mountains later, wear a coat."

From when the car was parked downstairs to when the group of people stood in front of the door respectfully knocked on the door, Yin Huai had already explained the outline of the matter to Song Yun.

In a nutshell, the former successful entrepreneur who retired to the countryside found that several old friends he had made with him had passed away one after another in less than a week, and now he was the only one alive.The ex-successful entrepreneur suspected that the evil spirit was behind it. He was terrified and worried that he would be killed soon, so he did not hesitate to spend huge sums of money, entrusted many parties to deal with it, and finally went through many twists and turns, and managed to get under Yin Huai's nose. .

The home of this former successful entrepreneur is in the remote mountains and forests, and the car drove for two hours on high speed. However, contrary to Song Yun's expectations, this luxury car did not bring them to a rich man's health-preserving mountain villa, but It is a stockade in the deep mountains.

Although he was born in the north and has never seen such a village, the Song family's existence is similar to a closed cottage far away from society, so Song Yun has a strange sense of strangeness and inexplicable familiarity with the things in front of him.

The infrastructure in the village is very well built, the road into the mountain is paved neatly, and the drive up the mountain is smooth and smooth. After driving around the village for more than ten minutes, the car stopped firmly at the entrance of the quaint and grand ancestral hall.

The attendants who appeared out of nowhere on both sides quickly opened the car door, and the middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes on the front passenger seat turned his head and smiled eagerly: "Two priests, get out of the car, my Patriarch is waiting for you two at the ancestral hall."

The people in the ancestral hall are older than Song Yun imagined. The people in the ancestral hall are sitting on a wide sandalwood sofa with their backs facing them. Their gray-bearded backs are much older than the "former successful entrepreneurs" Song Yun imagined. , looking at least 70 years old.

Hearing the voices of the two, the old man got up and turned around, with a restrained and earnest smile on his face: "The two priests are here, please hurry up..."

In fact, since entering the mountain, Song Yun has been paying attention to the evil spirits in the mountains, knowing that the two of them are standing in the ancestral hall, they are all insignificant little spirits along the way, there is no evil spirit that is too abrupt, and there is no problem with Fengshui in the village. In short, no matter how you look at this place, it doesn't look like six people can die in a row in just a few days.

But the old man's complexion is indeed not very good, there is not much spirit in his eyes, and he doesn't look like what he should have in such a graceful life.

The two sat down on the sofa opposite the old man, Yin Huai picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and said straight to the point: "Your anger is not right, who did you offend?"

Although the question is a bit straightforward, there is no big problem when you say it in detail. It is much better than being stopped by a fortune teller on the roadside and saying "there is blood on your body".

But just as Yin Huai said these words, the old man sitting across from him was smiling kindly for a second, but suddenly looked sullen in the next second, and replied bluntly, "No such thing!"

"Oh, forget it." Yin Huai raised his eyebrows, put a bank card on the table between his fingertips, then stood up, smiled at the old man opposite, and said lightly: "It should be on my body." Karma, destiny, I can't help with this."

As he said that, he was about to step away.

Song Yun didn't know how this happened so suddenly, and hurriedly got up, but the old man sitting opposite stood up before him, grabbed Song Yun's wrist, and turned his head to Yin Huai's. The back excitedly said: "Take another 20!"

Yin Huai turned around slowly, glanced at Song Yun's grasped wrist: "What?"

The old man coughed violently a few times, and took a deep breath: "Take another 20, maybe... maybe I offended someone who shouldn't be offended at some point, and take another 20 to ask the Taoist priest to help me eliminate the disaster. "

Yin Huai smiled slightly, turned around and sat next to Song Yun again, and stretched out his hand to free Song Yun's wrist from between the old man's skinny fingers: "Then try."