You pressed my tentacles!

Gui Shadi has been in a bad mood these past few days, and even the seven kings who are usually doted on are unwilling to summon him.

People in the palace were in panic, the emperor was in a bad mood, and he was about to kill someone, so everyone became more and more frightened.

The emperor was not in a bad mood, but he just felt uncomfortable when he remembered what the man said that day.

Did you hear that, did you hear the crying and laughing?

Did you hear it? Of course I did.

But how could that person know?

Isn't he the only one in this world who has to endure the torment of complaining ghosts howling day and night?

Yu Shu presented Puyeqing tea.

In the Hall of Dexin, the emperor was processing the memorials, carefully annotating each one with vermilion cinnabar, and drinking the bitter Puyeqing tea and putting it beside the desk.

Puyeqing exudes a touch of bitterness, sinks and floats in the water, dyeing the tea yellow, yellow and green.

He dealt with it for a while, then reached out to get Puyeqing, raised his hand, and realized that the cup was empty, just when he was about to put down the call to come in, he glanced at the contents of the cup, and threw the teacup with a bang On the table, shout loudly, "Yu Shu!"

Outside the hall, Yu Shu dozed off leaning against a pillar, and hurried in when he heard the movement, and just pushed open half the door, only to hear the emperor say again, "Don't come in!"

Oh.

Yu Shu backed out with a puzzled expression on his face.

On the desk, a small snail the size of two copper coins crawled out of the pouring cup, biting a piece of Pu-leaf green in its mouth, trying to escape, running along the black edge of the table, grabbing its own snacks.

Gui Shadi watched the snail move slowly without knowing life or death, but refused to give up the Pu Yeqing leaf it was biting, and wetly drew a crooked mark on the table.

While running, the little snail stretched out its tentacles and shook it twice in his direction, as if to see if he was moving and if he was about to catch up.

Standing on the desk three steps away, Gui Shadi watched helplessly as the little white snail ran and ate the Puyeqing leaves, and stopped moving after eating.

After a while, just as he was about to walk over, he stretched out two delicate tentacles from the white jade shell, and cautiously probed outside, but Gui Shadi still didn't move.

Not far away, Puyeqing exudes a delicious smell, and the crescent-like leaves are tender and yellow.

Cloud Gap struggled for a while, and slowly, quietly, crawled back to the place where the teacup was overturned along the crooked water marks, biting a leaf unsteadily, and after biting, continued to crawl hard.

Gui Shadi's right eye widened. It was the first time he saw such a lifeless thing. Seeing that he didn't move, he turned back and gnawed a leaf.

Can snails understand human nature?

he does not know.

It looks a bit like it.

Qingying once said with emotion that in Yuncha's life, there was nothing he couldn't do in order to eat some flowers and plants.

He has always wondered if Yun Chi lived hard to eat flowers and plants, became the best among snails, and fought hard for the snail world.

See, for tens of thousands of years, their snails have finally grown a snail fairy.

The great event of the ages is really worthy of the worship of countless goblins in cultivation, it simply needs a big red flower to hang on Yun Chi's chest.

Yun Chi saw Ghost Shadi went to get the book and stood leaning against the shelf compartment, guessing that he was blind and couldn't see him.

So, he swayed his tentacles and crawled to the side of the overturned cup to eat Pu Yeqing, and he didn't rush and didn't run away, the main thing was to make himself full.

It's that little hedgehog who steals some cloud cakes, ham meat every day, and even sticks the heads of sweet and sour fish on his back, but he doesn't eat these things at all.

It's okay to chew twice, but you can't swallow it.

Fortunately, he turned into a snail today, avoided the girl, ran out, and crawled along the eaves of the palace indiscriminately. As he crawled, he smelled the fragrant pupa leaf green, and then followed the smell all the way into the emperor's study. .

It was with great difficulty that the emperor finished drinking the tea, and while the emperor wasn't paying attention, he made a decision, lifted the lid of the cup, and got in.

Yun Gap gnawed in satisfaction, trembling his tentacles comfortably, and was about to leave.

call--

A glazed Gu descended from the sky, covering him tightly.

Then Gui Shadi said coldly, "Yu Shu, bring me the lid."

Get the lid?

Yun Chi heard a crisp bang, the sound of his back shell hitting the glazed Gu pottery wall, and then covered his hood with a few dry grass stalks.

I was ~caught~~ah~

Yun Chi shrunk in his shell, sighed, and looked up dizzily at the messy straw above his head.

Yu Shu couldn't help but said, "Your Majesty, this is...?"

Gui Shadi glanced at him coldly, stretched out his hand to straighten out the messy straw in the glazed Gu, put the little snail's shell upright, and said, "Climbed into the teacup."

Yu Shu was shocked, and quickly knelt down, "This, this, this, this slave deserves to die, really deserves to die."

"Get up." Gui Shadi waved his hand, and waited for the maid to tidy up the desk and wipe off the crooked water mark on the table, "No matter what your business is, it probably crawled in through the window sill, it seems to be somewhat spiritual. .”

Yu Shu stood up tremblingly, spirituality?What is the spirituality of this soft thing?

Although he didn't know what the emperor was talking about, he still responded in a low voice, and asked the emperor if he needed to summon dinner, seeing that the sky was cloudy, and he was afraid that there would be a heavy rain at night.

"Let's pass on the meal." He sat down by the desk and continued to review the memorial, picked up the carved wooden wolf brush, and paused slightly, "What happened to the seven kings?"

His little maid was imprisoned in the cold palace together, and she didn't even listen to that man's commotion. It's been two or three days, but she's very calm.

"Returning to Your Majesty, the Seven Kings didn't see anything unusual. The waiter said that they went to the Library Pavilion to find some books to read."

Gui Shadi frowned, his precious brother can read?

Yu Shu said with a smile, "I'm afraid I know His Majesty's worries, so I've calmed down."

"It's best." The ink tip was dipped in vermilion ink, and he drew a pen and seal on the memorial and wrote it accurately. The emperor said, "Then send the imperial doctor to look at the wound on his back and use the best ointment. leaving scars."

Yu Shu accepted the order with a smile, complimented His Majesty on his kindness and love for his siblings, and went out to pass on the meal.

Inside the glass Gu, Yun Chi yawned, leaned out of the back shell, and crawled slowly along the smooth ceramic wall of the glass Gu. When he was crawling around to digest food, a warm orange light slanted into the black Gu, Candlelight jumps, and grass shadows flicker.

He raised his head and subconsciously retracted his tentacles.

Gui Shadi brought the octagonal lacquered gold candlestick closer to the glass Gu, his right eye was cold, staring at him like ice.

Being so close, Yun Chi could only see a trace of the covered scar from the edge of his half black gold mask.

He suddenly recalled the rumors he had heard hidden in the flower shop.

It is said that Emperor Guisha's father is the current crown prince, but 22 years ago, a bizarre fire broke out in the palace, and the East Palace was burned to the ground. The people, things, and plants and trees related to the crown prince were all burnt to pieces. When the wind blows, there is not even a pinch of ashes left.

But there was not even a puff of black smoke on the walls outside the East Palace. The fire was put out in the palace overnight, with basins of water being poured, but the fire grew in the wind, and the blazing orange light burned half of the blue night.

The five-year-old Guishadi stood in front of the East Palace, watching the fire gradually burnt to powder without any injuries. Zizi burned crazily, the palace collapsed, and the crying could not dissipate for days and nights.

Seeing that all the princes and concubines died in the fire, only this Ghost Shadi survived.

From that day on, outside the palace gathered Taoist priests and cultivators from all over the fairy mountains, and rushed to wipe away their tears, saying that they had been enlightened by some kind of god, and realized that the emperor's grandson was an ominous person. Eviscerate their bones, cut their flesh, and bleed their blood, so that they can commemorate the hundreds of lives that died in the Eastern Palace, and calm the innocent wandering ghosts in the world.

The emperor himself didn't believe it. The prince or the grandson of the emperor was very fond of him. How could he kill his beloved little grandson because of his innocent disaster.

The attitude of the royal family made those Taoists feel that it was a monster. They placed hundreds of yellow talismans outside the palace, chanting and chanting texts day and night.

The people in the city clearly saw the gloomy black mist hovering over the palace, and the strong wind blew up at night, like ghosts crying and wolves howling, penetrating people.

In just a few days, the five-year-old emperor's grandson came out of the palace with a sword, and at midnight in the middle of the night, he killed twenty or thirty Taoists who practiced Buddhism cleanly, cutting their bones and flesh.

The blood soaked the ground outside the imperial city to a thickness of three inches, and the smell of blood permeated the entire imperial city. During the day, he could feel the deep cold and typhoid fever on his body for no reason.

The blood dripping from the emperor's grandson's sword slid down at the same time as the first drop of dew in the morning, shattering the fragments all over the ground, and a faint blue fire slowly blew out from under his feet, and the fire light climbed along the blood and gnawed on the corpse. In the end, even the small body of the emperor's grandson was burned in. This second fire burned for a whole day.

The emperor's grandson, who was rescued desperately, was burnt beyond recognition, but he was still panting, staring at the emperor coldly, with a quiet smile on his lips.

The emperor was furious and threw the emperor's grandson into prison. The emperor suffered a serious illness and died alone on the bed three years later.

Since then, the Qiyuan Kingdom has been in chaos, the princes and grandsons fought for the throne, the blood flowed into rivers in the royal city, ten rooms were empty, foreign enemies peeped, and the frontiers were smoldering. Pray for peace in Qi Yuan Country.

Five years later, a person holding a black pennant killed a bloody road from the prince's son and grandson, and this person was the emperor's grandson who had been imprisoned for eight years, and now the ghost king.

The 13-year-old Guisha Emperor met gods and gods and killed gods and Buddhas. The killing turned pale, blood flowed into rivers, and the corpses piled up outside the palace were as towering as the entire city wall. Since then, his reputation has resounded throughout the world.

And the face of Guishadi who appeared in people's eyes here was covered with a ferocious mask, covering the left half of his face. A rumor gradually spread among the princes' armies, saying that his left face was five years old. That year, he was burnt into the appearance of a demon by the blue ghost fire of hell. He is a demon emperor who walked out of the eighteenth floor of purgatory.

Yun Gap raised his tentacles and pondered slowly. Most of the folk legends cannot be fully believed, for example, how he killed the Son of God by mere mortals.

Gui Shadi picked up crisply rolled Pu-Ye Qing from the tea cup and poked at the back shell of the cloud gap. While he raised his limp head, he poked the curly leaf-dried Pu-Ye Qing into the cloud. in the small mouth.

Cloud Gap, "..."

The little snail's tentacles trembled frantically, and it spat out the dry Puyeqing in annoyance, and even the jade white back shell shook, looking very painful.

Gui Shadi said coldly, "Don't eat?"

Since~natural~is~no~eat~dry~

Yun Chi vomited vigorously, but his body was weak now, the thing with the length of the little finger stuck into his throat, choking him for a long time, unable to move, tears were flying, and the tentacles were trembling.

Gui Shadi looked at it for a while, and probably felt that the little thing was really choked, so he pinched his back shell with two rough fingers and put it on the Langhao pen. The pu-leaf green rolls still have a trace of shiny and wet mucus on the leaf tail.

Gui Shadi frowned, watching the little snail's originally energetic tentacles drooping, its whole limp body clinging to the Zimu Langhao pen, motionless, extremely weak.

The author has something to say: start with raising snails!This article is not about the weak and the poor, the little snail is a very powerful demon god, and I will slowly mention it later.

Yun Chi can speak fast, but he is a snail by nature, and it is more comfortable to speak slowly, so he speaks slowly to friends and little hedgehogs, and only when he is unhappy or urgent. Say it quickly, (but not necessarily, it depends on the context at the time) hehehe.

Ah Tuan has cp~~~~