all empty

There was a dull echo in my chest, which echoed with my wet breath. I held the braided hair together, as if holding two pairs of intertwined hands, hot, moist, and young and fresh and shy.

The cotton cloth that binds the hair is blue-gray, whitish from washing, and the edges are very uneven, as if it has been twisted from the clothes.But it was wrapped very carefully, the knot was neither tight nor loose, if it was tight, it might draw the hair out of the crease, if it was loose, it might fall a hair or two.

One or two are also precious.

There was a dull but sudden soreness between the ribs, like clouds that had been gloomy for many days, and finally the first thunder rolled in the sky.

There was a bang, and the sound of the wind in the forest swept over, sobbing and whistling, so real that I couldn't tell whether it was reality or fantasy.

I didn't know it was really raining until the cold raindrops hit the bridge of my nose.

I wanted to get up to take shelter from the rain, but my legs were so numb that I staggered and fell to the mud.

The ground began to tremble slightly again, and I put my hands on the ground in a panic, but when I saw the hole, the soil fell rustlingly, and the piled hills collapsed very quickly.

My skin close to the ground can accurately feel the movements buried deep in the center of the earth under the vibration, that is swimming, circling, shuttle, the head peels off the tight soil, the body walks through, and the tail patrols and sweeps The place where it was was loosely caved in, like an earthworm I let go a few hours ago when it burrowed into the soil.

It's huge, gigantic, earthworm.

I can guess what kind of thing that is, but I dare not say.

Until I clearly saw a snake tail appearing at the entrance of the cave.

The snake tail swayed slowly in a strange posture, and the skin that wrapped it rubbed against it made a subtle sound like bamboo joints. The color of the skin was extremely bright, and the patterns were neat and tidy. There is no cold fragrance, which makes this scene a little less scary.

A drop of fragrant sweat dripped from the tail of the snake onto the bamboo mat, and was gently wiped away by the cotton cloth.

Mo Shen withdrew her hand holding the cotton cloth, but Lu Li grasped her wrist bones. She was half naked, trying to transform the white and transparent tail below her waist into a pair of thick, slender, boneless legs.

She squinted at Mo Shen who was sitting by the side, her half-closed eyes narrowed coldly and then flatteringly, the pupils opened and shrunk with the light in the eyes, the wasted energy made all the wildness that she tried so hard to hide on weekdays Running out, her slightly panting lips are as fresh as honey's newly picked petals.

Mo Shen's wrist was held by her, and the dry wood stalks of the Buddha beads were entangled with her sticky palm, as if she had touched some taboo, which made her heart flutter slightly, and the cinnabar between her eyebrows fell on the bed together. Like a woman's red lips, burning her brow bone hotly.

She will lower her eyelashes and gently withdraw her hand.

Lu Li had enough rest, so he opened his mouth first, but he just called out "Little Master" and didn't know what to say. He just stared at the newly molted snake skin around his feet, and sat down on the bed with his knees folded.

Mo Can put the cloth towel in her hand, and got up to go back to the room.

Lu Li called her: "Ah Li's spells are never very useful for my little master, are they?"

She knew that she was going to shed her skin, so in order to avoid embarrassment, she used a blindfold to pretend to be asleep, but it failed the moment Mo Shen pushed the door open.

Hearing this, Mo Shen was taken aback for a moment, then smiled warmly, and said: "The trick to blinding the eyes is nothing more than blinding the eyes, how can you ever block your heart?"

"Which heart is the heart?" Lu Li sat up while supporting the edge of the bed, and asked her while rubbing his sore ankle.

When she heard the word "heart" mentioned by Mo Shenzha, she felt like being poked by the tip of a reed. She wanted to grab something, but she didn't even know what she was trying to grasp.

"The heart is a clear heart. There is no obstacle in the heart, and the eyes are naturally clear."

Lu Li looked down at the bed, and suddenly remembered something, and asked her: "I'm sleepy and lazy in winter, and I don't want to make the bed. I just want to cast a spell to hide from my little master, but I always touch the bedding before going to bed. Square and upright, it's—"

Mo Shen nodded.

"I thought—" Lu Li murmured and lowered his voice.

I also thought that my spells had improved.

Mo Shen guessed what she was thinking, but he only shook his head slightly, with a secret smile hidden in his eyes.

Looking at her smile, Lu Li felt that the annoyance he was full of was no longer annoyance. He became an apricot at the right time of the season. One bite was sour, but when he tasted it, his lips and teeth were salivating, and it was sweet in his throat.

Little Master's smile is the sweetest apricot, the most fragrant honey, the softest spring rain, and the clearest spring water.

Lu Li stepped forward and tugged at her sleeve, shook it habitually, glanced outside the dark window, and whispered, "Little Master, sleep with me, okay?"

Mo Can looked at her without saying a word.

Lu Li climbed onto her arm, and changed his tone to pleading: "It's windy and rainy outside—"

Before the words fell, the pattering rain scrambled to beat the window lattice, and the moisture penetrated through the window paper, adding a little bit of coolness to the room.

Mo Shen was silent for a while, then turned his head and glanced at the thunderous sky, his eyebrows trembled a few times, as if he was exploring something, but also as if it was nothing worth mentioning.In the end, she met Lu Li's shallow eyes, took off the Buddhist beads on her wrist, and placed them next to Lu Li's pillow.

The wind whispered, this kind of cover-up was the most clumsy one Lu Li made.

It is considered to be the most successful one.

"Little master, what is cultivation?"

The rain outside gradually subsided, and it fell from the eaves to the corridor. Lu Li imitated Mo Shen and slept neatly, with his hands obediently folded on his stomach, but he still felt restless and his head tilted. I want to talk to Mo Shen.

Mo Shen closed his eyes and breathed long and evenly. If it wasn't for the slight movement of his eyelids, he would have really fallen asleep.

Lu Li turned over and lay on his side, with his head resting on the back of his hand, and pondered again: "My sister said that I am different from ordinary people in one way. If I am different from ordinary people, I will become the same, and the same will become different. If it does, it will be considered completed.”

Her bewildered eyes wandered over Mo Can's body with the ups and downs of her words, reverently copying her silent curves.

There are distant mountains in Mocan's eyebrows, clear springs in Mocan's eyes, Yunshu Yunjuan in Mocan's breath, and the rising and setting sun in Mocan's cinnabar.

She stretched out her hand involuntarily, gently touched the tip of her nose with the pulp of her index finger, and said in a low tone but confused: "But I don't know, what is the difference?"

The cinnabar between Mo Shen's eyebrows trembled, and his throat moved silently.

Lu Li propped herself up, she could hear the undulating breath of Mo Can's mountain range involuntarily disturbing her breath, she could hear the unfamiliar but warm echo in her own chest, the echo was connected with Mo Can's chest, making her finally be with herself It was different in the past, but it is the same as Mo Shen.

She was excited about it, but also worried about it.

She slowly pressed her face to Mo Sen's chest where the silent echo came from, and put her right hand on her chest, the soft touch felt strange and familiar.

She opened her childish eyes, bit her lip and asked her in a low voice: "Young master, do you have two meats on your chest? A dimple at your waist, do you have any, little master?"

There are.

But the heartbeat of this drum hammer is usually absent.

This messy breathing is usually absent.

This must be practice.

The cinnabar between Mo Shen's eyebrows was so red that it was coquettish, and his brows were deeply frowned, as if blood was about to be squeezed out of the cinnabar that had never been flat, and beside his ears were the bewitching words of a spirit who had cultivated for tens of thousands of years, as if to make her a human being. Decades of years have been emptied out, and then frivolity and indulgence are filled into her well-behaved bones and blood.

She pursed her thin lips, but couldn't hold back the weak sourness between her lips and teeth.

He clenched his hands tightly, but couldn't hold back the uncontrollable trembling of his fingertips.

She could clearly feel Lu Li's breath wandering around her neck, like a greedy beast sniffing the prey in a urn, it was animal nature, desire, and instinct.

When she opened her eyes, she bumped into Lu Li's blinded eyes. There were hundreds of years of animal nature, thousands of years of desire, and tens of thousands of years of instinct. .

Lu Li lowered his head, wanting to imprint Mo Shen's thin lips.She knows what a kiss is, like spring, when flowers bloom and everything comes back to life, using her belly that has been sleeping all winter, gratefully tracing the soil where new sprouts grow.

But Mo Shen closed his gradually clear eyes, and said a word of Buddha slowly in a low voice.

Lu Li stared at her blankly, as if hearing her chanting to Buddha for the first time.

She clearly saw that just now Mo Shen's eyes began to look different, the pupils narrowed, became sharp and sharp, and the whites of the eyes faintly glowed with a bronze color.

She retracted to the foot of the bed, looked at Mo Shen who got up and went back to the room, and finally asked the confusion in her heart in a low voice without hesitation.

"Is it because I eat mice that you can't kiss me? Or is it because you eat vegetarian food that you can't kiss me?"

"Is it because I have a snake tail that you can't kiss me? Or--I have breasts and you can't kiss me?"