I open the underworld canteen to continue my life

Si Nanxing originally wanted Mr. Zhuyou to find an unobtrusive place and quietly deposit the ginger and hot pot ingredients in the underworld, so that they could travel lightly.

But Mr. Zhuyou felt that these things were not worth much at all. Carrying them, ignoring all the surprised or admiring eyes on the road, he walked frankly, with the wind blowing under his feet.

Si Nanxing opened his mouth, and finally put a pair of sunglasses on his face without a word.

"Ok?"

Zhu Youjun was a little confused.

Si Nanxing patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, I just think your aura is very suitable for such a small decoration."

He thought for a while, then took out the bracelet his father gave him, and put it on Zhu Youjun's wrist, "This one is also suitable, it was given by my parents."

He originally wanted to just fool around like this, but Mr. Zhu You obviously realized something, he stopped and looked at Si Nanxing: "The gift from the elders in the world seems to be..."

Si Nanxing raised his heart.

"The meaning of blessing a long life? Should I return the gift?"

Si Nanxing nodded against his will: "Yes, yes, that's what it means, no need to go back, it's such a trouble, let's go."

If he didn't leave again, he was worried that a handsome guy with Juli sunglasses carrying a sack would be on the local news today.

……

m City, afternoon.

Sinanxing and Mr. Zhuyou stood outside the small courtyard. Sinanxing looked away from the phone screen with a solemn face: "Mr. Zhuyou, be careful when you open the door."

Zhu Youjun paused: "You also noticed it?"

"Yeah." Si Nanxing narrowed his eyes and nodded, "The fox sent me a message just now, but suddenly he didn't respond, it must be..."

"Go prepare something to scare us!"

Zhu Youjun's sentence "You don't have to worry too much" was still stuck in his throat, and he got stuck for a while, and he didn't know whether to continue.

Si Nanxing turned his head to look at Mr. Zhuyou, and slowly frowned: "How did Mr. Zhuyou know?"

"...There is an illusion inside." Zhu Youjun gave him a deep look, "They should have encountered some trouble."

Si Nanxing's eyes widened in astonishment: "I was extra vigilant along the way, and every corner I was worried that Yao Mozi would suddenly come out of the corner and slap me in the face... Why didn't he follow the routine and steal the house?" It's over!"

He looked down at his phone, "Fox's last message was 5 minutes ago, they should have gone in not long ago."

"Illusion-like spells are not very useful to fox demons. The sword's heart is transparent. If the painted monsters dodge in time, maybe they won't be hit..." Zhu Youjun was quite calm, "You originally had the silver bell given by the goddess Qingqiu, He is even more fearless, he uses the illusion to deal with us, which is the worst strategy of the worst."

Hearing his analysis, Si Nanxing felt a little relieved, and then nodded: "Hearing what you said, it seems like a moth has lost his mind."

"You should have your own intentions." Zhu Youjun looked back at Si Nanxing, "The other party invited you into the urn, should we step in and have a look?"

"Can you step in and get back?" Si Nanxing looked eager to try, "Then go in and have a look."

"Now I feel that illusions and dreams are just like holographic movies, and I have lost my awe of such things."

Zhu Youjun chuckled lightly: "There is nothing to be afraid of in the first place."

"Since I brought you in, I will naturally bring you back with all my needs and hands over."

Si Nanxing stretched out his hand obediently. He looked at the obsidian bracelet showing a corner on Zhu Youjun's wrist, and couldn't help but bend the corner of his mouth. Before he could speak, he saw a red line appearing under the obsidian - it was the obsidian they studied before. After a while the red line.

Si Nanxing now sees that his own obsidian bracelet has a filter, and the red line on Zhuyoujun's wrist also has a filter. It seems that Zhuyoujun has a filter on his entire hand. He smiled and couldn't help but praise He: "Mr. Zhuyou, red and black look really good together."

"At first I wondered if you were hanging too many things on your hands, but then I thought, you are a dryad with many hands, so don't be afraid of this, hehe."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Zhuyou Jun pull out a section of the red thread from under his wrist, and tied it on his little finger.

Si Nanxing's eyes widened in an instant. Is it time to tie a red thread?Is it a little early?

Zhu Youjun was the first to speak: "With the traction of this thread, I will be by your side in just a moment."

He tapped Si Nanxing's eyebrows again, "If you are attacked, this spiritual light will resist it. Unless it is the Emperor of Heaven or the King of Pluto personally, it can resist it for a moment."

"Sounds very reassuring." Si Nanxing nodded cooperatively, but what he was thinking in his heart was that he didn't even dare to say "red line" when he said it was a "line".

Lord Zhuyou lowered his eyes, always feeling that his face was a little more serious than usual, holding his wrist, the two of them pushed open the gate of the small courtyard.

This door is usually not closed very much. After all, there are people in the yard most of the time, but now when the door is opened and entered, there is a toothache "squeak—" and Si Nanxing can't help but twist it. Frown.

The gate of his house was oiled and cleaned regularly, so there was no sound like a haunted house. A thick fog blew in front of him, and he couldn't help squinting, and it took him a while to open his eyes to see the scene in front of him clearly.

The weight on his wrist was still there, he turned his head and found that he was not being held by Mr. Zhuyou, but by the crooked-necked peach tree in the yard.

Si Nanxing: "..."

He was hesitating whether to break free, but Lord Zhuyou had already grabbed his other hand.

Si Nanxing blinked and laughed: "It really only takes a moment."

Zhu Youjun's frowning relaxed a little, he nodded slightly, and exerted force with his fingertips, a branch of the crooked old peach tree that was holding Si Nanxing was cut off mercilessly.

Si Nanxing watched in astonishment as the fallen branch kept writhing on the ground, and blood gushed from the wound.

... almost like some kind of living thing.

Zhu Youjun shook his hand to remind him: "Don't be afraid, it's just an illusion."

Si Nanxing let out a long breath, and shook his head slightly: "Mr. Zhuyou, look under its roots, is there..."

There was a small bump of soil, and the color of the land was a little darker than the surrounding area, as if... it had been poured with blood.

Zhu Youjun took a step forward, blocking Si Nanxing's view, and the branch at his hand stretched out, turning over the earth bag in the ground.

Si Nanxing could only hear the sound of the soil churning, but could not see the specific scene. He repeated what Mr. Zhu You said in his heart over and over again, and whispered: "Xiaofang is very hard, the fox is lucky, Xiaolizi They are more reliable than them, the flower demons are very capable..."

Zhu Youjun didn't say a word, Si Nanxing couldn't help asking, "What is it?"

Zhu Youjun didn't answer right away: "It's just an illusion."

Si Nanxing's heart skipped a beat for no reason: "What is it?"

Zhu Youjun slowly turned his head, pursed his lips: "Long live."

Si Nanxing took a step forward, Zhu Youjun covered his eyes: "The death is miserable, you don't need to read it."

"You joked at the beginning that Long Live borrowed my cover. If something happened to it, I would feel it. This is just an illusion. He did this specially to shake your mind."

Si Nanxing took a deep breath: "I know, I just panicked for a moment."

"Because I've thought so much, thinking that everyone will be safe, but I really haven't thought about what to do with Long Live... This hallucination seems to be able to detect the weakness in my heart, Mr. Zhuyou, you have to be careful."

"He can't scare us to death. After shaking our minds, he has to do something."

He closed his eyes, kicked aside the miserable imagination of Long Live that was constantly emerging in his head, calmed down his emotions, and then pulled Zhu Youjun's hand, "I'm fine."

Zhu Youjun glanced around: "This illusion seems to be just to delay time."

"It does have the power to penetrate people's hearts, but it doesn't take the initiative to attack at all. If we don't dig up this mound, he won't show up to us at all."

Si Nanxing looked around, and the small courtyard he was familiar with became a little strange, as if it had been covered with a gray curtain called time. The front of the house was covered with weeds that had not been inhabited for a long time, and the tables and chairs that Zhang Airi carefully wiped every day Rolling to and fro on the ground, the table that Chu Fang and the fox liked to sit on broke a leg, and he covered the temporary office allocated by Mr. Zhuyou with a thick layer of dust...

It seems that long after this story is over, only this barren scene remains.

When Si Nanxing just stepped into the courtyard, the dense fog blew past, he squinted his eyes, and subconsciously grabbed Zhu Youjun's hand. When he opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him had changed by most.

This place looks like a mountain forest, and the layout of the trees looks a bit particular. Si Nanxing found himself sitting on a fairly thick branch, with Mr. Zhuyou standing beside him.

This realization reassured him a lot. He looked down and saw a black kitten squatting on a branch not far from the opposite side. It lowered its head and looked down." meow" sounded.

Not far from its feet, a fox in its original form and covered in fur was hanging on the tree. His limbs clasped the tree trunk tightly, and his voice was crying: "No, no, I can't climb up, I'm a fox! Not the same as you! Isn’t it strange that foxes can’t climb trees!”

Si Nanxing couldn't help but rubbed his brows: "You are a fox, but you are a goblin, wonderful, are you really not good enough to climb a tree?"

"I'm no longer a goblin! Because I can't find a partner, I'm too embarrassing. I have already been cleared by the Qingqiu Fox Clan, and my demon power has been crippled and thrown out! Woohoo, little boss, I can only make a living by being cute in the future!"

Li Miaopa wailed loudly on the tree, and those who heard it were sad and those who listened to tears, Si Nanxing sighed: "Is this the illusion you saw?"

Li Miao stopped crying, and turned her head to look blankly: "Phantom?"

"Hey, really, the scene has changed!"

He regained his energy all of a sudden, his limbs loosened, his feet stepped on the breeze, and he landed on Wansui's side lightly and deftly. He smiled embarrassedly, "But I took off all my clothes just now, so I can only do this now..."

Si Nanxing turned his head to look at Mr. Zhuyou with complicated eyes: "Mr. Zhuyou, you just said that illusions are almost useless to the Qingqiu Fox Clan?"

Lord Zhuyou was speechless, and nodded slowly: "It stands to reason that it is so."

"Huh?" The fox with fiery red fur tilted his head innocently, Wanzai followed suit, and tilted his head too.

Si Nanxing couldn't help but said: "Mr. Zhuyou, is it really okay for us to study with the fox long live?"

Zhu Youjun didn't answer, he always felt a little worried in his eyes.

The author has something to say: Wonderful, you can have a little more time.

感谢在2021-03-1323:57:50~2021-03-1420:02:54期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of mint tea; 1 bottle of Qianshan Yueying; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!