dragon pen

Zhang Ziyao picked up the bracelet of Buddhist beads from the water and counted them by the moonlight, no more, no less, exactly one hundred and nine.In the Wangchuan Basin, he once witnessed the process of its formation in the hands of the young monk Shikong——

Now that this thing has fallen into his hands again, he doesn't have the slightest feeling that "this is someone else's property"... Probably because he stayed in the Wangchuan basin for too long, he almost peeped at the little monk's life, even Treat it as your own memory.

Zhang Ziyao hesitated for a moment, and was about to put on the bracelet, but when his fingertips touched——

In the sky, the dim moonlight suddenly turned into a strange gold.

Everything is quiet.

The golden moonlight falls clearly from the roof...

The scorching heat of the prayer beads made the young man shiver and withdraw his hand.

【I'm not ready yet. 】

This kind of thought got into his mind, and he didn't know what it meant, but the boy stopped trying to put on the Buddhist beaded bracelet, he put it in his arms like a treasure, and then left the room— ——When he came outside the door, the boy picked up the tail of the fat cat that was curled up on the stone chair on the railing of the corridor, and heard it thumping and struggling in mid-air. , let me descend one last time.”

The desperately struggling cat was stunned.

Zhang Ziyao put down his tail, turned around and went to another room to make preparations before God's Arrival - the cat's eyes, which were still sleepy downstairs, stared at his back like a statue.

a long time.

The white figure landed lightly behind Fat Mao, poked Fat Mao's face with his bandaged hands, and a cold voice sounded: "What are you looking at?"

"...Look at that little painter, meow," Tai Lianqing said with a confused face, "I always feel that there is something wrong with him meow."

"Oh," Su Lian knelt down beside it, "what's wrong?"

The cat's big tail flicked.

Su Lian stretched out his hand and held it down.

"Just now meow! His name is the little god 'Tai Lianqing' meow!"

"Aren't you called 'Tai Lian Qing'?"

"Only gods with a higher rank than the little god would call the little god by his name, Meow. In the past, this little painter was always called the little god 'Elder of the Land', meow...why is it suddenly rude now, meow?"

Su Lian said "Oh" again with half understanding, and his golden eyes stared at the tightly closed door, his eyes were meaningful but no one knew what he was thinking... until Zhang Ziyao opened the door and called Tai Lian After clearing it in, his eyes regained some focus.

"You descended from God again, and asked Zhu Jiuyin to see him and let me let you do whatever you want."

"It's okay." Zhang Ziyao wanted to pat Su Lian on the head, but was embarrassed to find that he was taller than himself, so he patted Su Lian on the shoulder, "I live a long life, and Zhu Jiuyin can't stand you."

"..."

Su Lian stopped talking.

However, at this time, Zhang Ziyao just patted him on the shoulder, and suddenly stretched out his hand to hug him completely—Su Lian was slightly taken aback, and then realized that he seemed to have never been embraced by the boy in front of him since he was an adult: but it was the same as in his memory. , when he held the injured him, the temperature transmitted through the wooden box was as warm...

No.

is more...

"Niu Niu, thank you." Zhang Ziyao stood on tiptoe slightly, and put his chin on Su Lian's body, "I have been allowed to do anything wrong all this time, from now on, don't worry about me, and take care of yourself for a while..."

Su Lian's heart skipped a beat.

With a vague sense of foreboding, he turned his head slightly, and his cold lips swept over the young man's soft cheeks—but at this moment, he didn't think much about it, but felt uneasy and resisted.

"...don't accept thanks." Su Lian stretched out his hand to push Zhang Ziyao away, "Thank you usually symbolizes the end of a relationship."

Zhang Ziyao was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, muttering "what's the matter", and then completed the divine surrender-every success, no failure, when the middle-aged short fat man appeared in front of Su Lian, he habitually changed into a divine beast and called him Climb on your own back...

Go all the way to Nantianmen.

Huh, that's right.

The Calamity Beast soaring through the clouds and mist thought in a daze——

Just now my lips seemed to touch him by accident, why didn't he die?

Could it be that I am not poisoned?

Su Lian tentatively stretched out his paw to touch the bird that was flying by, and the bird immediately fell from the sky with a "chirp" and stiffened. Su Lian was startled, and retracted his paw blindly——

Didn't it happen?

He was puzzled.

……

By the South Gate of Heaven.

The Xiaotian dog was a little stronger than the last time I saw it. It was lying on the side of the pillar. This time, it didn't rush up and bite Zhang Ziyao's clothes. At that time, he retracted behind the pillar with a "snap", shook his tail, and poked his head out cautiously.

"He's here to visit Zhu Jiuyin again." Erlang said, "He's almost soaked to death, his scales are all over the place, and it smells bad. Although you can't see where it is, you still look at him gone?"

Zhang Ziyao smiled slightly.

God Erlang rolled his eyes and glanced at the umbrella in Zhang Ziyao's hand: "Why do you wear this broken umbrella every day? You're not a ghost, you're afraid of the sun, it looks weird, take it away!"

It's nothing to find fault with, Su Lian heard the words, made a "woo woo" sound in his mouth, transformed into a human form again, and was about to step forward to teach him a lesson——

But at this moment, from the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of the chunky middle-aged man next to him, and suddenly closed the umbrella with a "snap" - his heart suddenly hung up - and instantly made up 180 kinds of things that were exposed as the descendants of mortal gods. The consequences of this——when he imagined that "or just go to prison and forget it, it's a death sentence anyway"——

Nothing happened.

The chunky middle-aged man stood there and asked with a smile, "Is this okay?"

Su Lian: "????"

Erlang God: "..."

Without the umbrella, this guy looks even hotter... Erlangshen thought about it, and seemed to feel that this person looked different today. After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't figure it out... He simply curled his mouth and moved away, and watched Follow the land and the beast of disaster to the direction of the prison...

Wait for the two to go away.

The Xiaotian dog that was originally shrunk behind the pillar gave a "woof" and turned into a milk doll with a long dog's tail. He ran up to the boy Erlang Shen on his feet, and pulled his sleeve: "Alang, Alang !"

"Yeah!" Erlang Shen leaned over while being pulled by his sleeves, "Don't call me that!"

"There's no one around!" said the baby, wagging its big tail, "That God of Fortune, looks different today!"

"Well, you don't have an umbrella."

"The smell on his body is not as simple as a mere landowner!"

"what?"

Erlang God slightly widened his eyes.

Xiao Tiangou nodded desperately.

until the nose is snapped off—

"You have a broken nose, right? That's a god of good fortune. What's the difference between yesterday and the day before yesterday? Unless it's the upper body of the Buddha, hahahahahaha!"