The partner of the monster catcher is the fox monster

In summer, it dawns very early, and the curtains in the room do not completely block out the light. At five o'clock in the morning, the room is already clear and full of light.

Song Yun opened his eyes and stared at the bluish-white roof.

The dream just now was very real, but the moment he opened his eyes, the dream faded away like a tide, no matter how hard he tried to recall, there were only some blurred afterimages that gradually faded away.

The only thing I can remember is that the dream is about Yin Huai, the big demon in the toga, long sleeves and crown.

Song Yun regained his composure, and his mind finally moved slowly.

At the same time, the five senses and six senses that came to life quickly captured various details in the surrounding environment - an indescribable smell in the room, loose clothes and trousers at the end of the bed, light and steady breathing in the ear, matching The hand on my waist, and the subtle feeling of soreness on my body...

"..."

The memory came back, and Song Yun buried his face in the pillow with a bit of a breakdown.But he still couldn't stop it from replaying in his mind like a movie from last night.

At this moment, in this situation, I am afraid that he can only feel better by hiding in the cracks in the ground.

Most of Song Yun's face was buried in the pillow, unable to see his expression, but the unnatural blush under the fair skin on the side of his neck quickly climbed up his cheeks at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally spread to the tips of his ears.

Yin Huai looked at it for a while, then coughed at the right time, and leaned closer: "Are you awake?"

The skin attached to his body transmitted a small piece of familiar temperature, and the hot Song Yun's heart twitched, and the tips of his ears became hotter and hotter.

Yin Huai looked at the tip of his ear which was so red that it was almost bleeding, deliberately teased him with words, lowered his voice and asked with ambiguous concern in his ear: "Did you sleep well last night?"

"..." Song Yun felt that his skin was going to be scalded and bald.

Yin Huai paused, seeing that he still didn't intend to turn around, so he moved the hand on his waist dishonestly, as if he was about to reach down: "Is it hurt?"

Shocked, Song Yun hurriedly grabbed him and turned over all of a sudden: "No no no no..."

"Then—" Yin Huai followed the trend and brought the person to him again, his eyes rolled: "How do you feel about evaluating?"

"Go away..." Song Yun patted away a hand behind him that wanted to do something wrong, and wanted to get up, but after scanning around, he found that all his clothes were on Yin Huai's side.

Among all the solutions that Song Yun could think of in the face of this situation, lying down honestly is definitely the most feasible one at present.

So he had no choice but to give up, and with the mentality of "what if it's broken and smashed to this point anyway", he lay down on the pillow again like a hero, and lowered his eyes to avoid the scorching sight of the top of his head as much as possible.

Just now he buried his head in the pillow and couldn't see it, but now his eyes are wandering around, only to find a few suspicious red marks scattered on Yin Huai's shoulders, neck and sides.

as if caught...

Song Yun's nails were always neatly trimmed, so even if he really didn't hold back his strength, a scratch would at most leave a slightly reddish scratch on his skin.

Now Yin Huai's body is...

Song Yun's face became hot for a while.

You don't need to think about how these marks come from, but the problem is that Yin Huai, a big monster who can't leave wounds even if he greets with real swords and guns, how can there be scratches on his body...

Song Yun coughed, and tried to pretend to be very natural and inadvertently said: "These...scratches on your body, why are they still there?"

"I stayed here on purpose," someone was obviously very happy to answer this question, and even said with a bit of complacency in his tone: "I still have it on my back, do you want to see it?" Yin Huai said, turning around.

Song Yun had quick eyes and quick hands, and pressed him down: "——No, no, no, no!"

Hearing the instigator's natural explanation, now he couldn't hold back at all, his face was flushed with embarrassment, and his tongue was also tied up: "Keep, what are you doing with this! Get rid of it..."

"Hush," Song Yun didn't finish his sentence, but was stopped by Yin Huai's finger that suddenly stuck to his lips.

Yin Huai grabbed him with his backhand, and his fingers entangled between Song Yun's fingers at an extremely gentle, slow but determined speed, "These things are really important to me."

"Song Yun," Yin Huai stretched out his arms and wrapped him in his arms, gently inserted his fingers behind his head into his hair and rubbed it, his voice sounded like a sigh: "You don't know how long I've been waiting."

Song Yun really didn't know what such a nonsensical sentence meant, but Yin Huai's current state was too abnormal, and the sigh passing through his chest somehow made his chest tight.

For a moment, my face didn't turn red, my heart stopped beating, and I didn't want to break free.

Song Yun obediently stayed in his arms for a long while, then stretched out his arms hesitantly to embrace the person in front of him, and patted him on the back as if to comfort him.

In summer, the most important thing for cultivators is the summer solstice, which corresponds to the winter solstice and is an important node in the cycle of the growth and decline of yin and yang throughout the year.

These two days were very important days when I was in the aristocratic family. I often started to prepare for the clean-up matters a few days in advance, and the arrangements for retreat, meditation, and breath adjustment were full.

But just like all festivals in the north can be rounded by dumplings, having a Taoist couple means that there is no day that cannot be rounded up by double cultivation, not to mention this kind of timing for the reconciliation of yin and yang, Yin Huai will naturally become more and more justified.

As a result, Song Yun's schedule for the past few days can be imagined.

It was already late when the two of them finished messing around and An Sheng was born. Song Yun felt that he didn't even overdo it, and fell into a deep sleep directly from the absence after the climax.

But this time, he slept extremely restlessly, and always woke up inexplicably.The first few times Song Yun didn't take it seriously, but the third time he woke up, Song Yun felt something was wrong before he even opened his eyes.

Yin Huai was gone, replaced by a palm-sized guard paper figurine on the bed, and there was still a small cluster of blue-purple flames burning silently on the chest of the paper figurine.

This kind of situation is obviously not common, Song Yun stared at the paper man for a moment, then put on his clothes and sat up.

To sum it up, there is now a matter that Yin Huai must come forward to solve in person in the middle of the night, and it is not guaranteed that there will be some other situations in the room where this little paper doll will be used during his absence.

Song Yun thought about it, and just got up and put on his clothes properly, before he even had time to sit back on the edge of the bed, he heard the outside door being knocked three times.

"Brother Song Yun."

The voice outside the door was not loud, and it seemed a little timid.

The tone and voice of the speech are a bit like Yi Yang, and Song Yun is not very old. This title with "brother" can almost be said to be exclusive to Yi Yang. There is no doubt that the person who came here is wearing Yi Yang's hat and wants him to open the door.

But there is no life in the voice, as if there is only one throat standing by the door, and the sound is resonated purely by muscle mechanical movements. These four words are slowly transmitted to the front in the dark night, even stronger than the electronically synthesized voice. It's even more chilling on the back.

Song Yun sat by the bed without moving, turned his head and glanced at the paper figurine next to him.

The fox fire left by Yin Huai didn't show anything - the person standing outside the door was not evil, either a real person with yang energy on his body, or a little puppet with nothing on his body.

He breathed in to calm his mind, and then closed his eyes and closed his eyes.

In the field of vision of the sky, there is nothing in front of the door.

At this time of day, everything is quiet. After the voice disappeared, the night in the room was as usual. Song Yun even wondered if it was his own auditory hallucination just now.

However, not long after, the outside door was knocked three more times, and that penetrating voice repeated again: "Brother Song Yun."

After he finished speaking, he paused, and then the voice added: "It's me, Yi Yang."

"Damn." Song Yun pinched the center of his eyebrows, afraid of something.

Song Yun has been struggling since just now. After all, there is no fire at the microscopic level, and the possibility of being a living person is very slim. He only hopes that there will be a little puppet outside, so that he can stay in the room with more peace of mind. His aura is already enough for him to respond to all changes without change. As long as the yang energy rises after a while, these little tricks will surely be defeated by themselves.

But now it seems that the outsiders are going to take him down in this short period of time.

——Word spirits who use puppetry cannot declare their own family.It is impossible for a living person to live without fire.

Adding these two points together, the self-introduction I just added was obviously threatening him, "This child's life is in my hands now, so you have to decide what to do."