Dog rolls after divorce

Before taking on this mission, no one thought it would be so difficult.

It's just that when I saw the task location and objects, I thought it was the environment that needed to be adapted.

The location is in a small mountain village whose name they have never heard of, and the last name of the villager is——

"Fenchuan."

It is said that many years ago, the Fanchuan family found a place that was inconvenient and easy to defend and difficult to attack because of a branch that was displaced during the war, and built a village.After several generations, even if the situation is calm, they have never contacted the main family, and they don't know what it has become. It was only recently that the "window" in charge of intelligence discovered a terrible curse.

For reasons known to everyone, this task fell to Qing He.

Gou Juanji was worried about her, so he happened to be free, so he went there together.

The weather hadn't cleared up since they set off.With modern means of transportation, rain can form an atmosphere and become a feeling. However, when modern means of transportation are useless, you can only use cows and horses to pull carts on rugged mountain roads. The ubiquitous rain becomes an annoyance.

The two huddled under an umbrella.

It is really because if there are two umbrellas, the raindrops will fly along with the ribs and splash the other person's body.

"When will it arrive?" Qing He complained softly.

The old man driving the car said with a smile, "It's almost there."

The dog Curly Thorn found a reason again, and held her in his arms openly.The raindrops form a curtain, bringing a fresh and empty atmosphere, making it seem that there is only this mountain left in the world.

The further you go, the more desolate it becomes.

The cart bumped, and Qinghe swayed in the dog's arms.The stones rolled over the wheels, and the creaking sound was drowned out by the sound of rain, but Qinghe felt the bumps firmly, and his whole body jumped along with it.

"cough……"

Gou Juanji retreated back without a trace, a little further away from Qinghe, half of his body was exposed from the umbrella, and was immediately drenched in rain.

"...What are you doing?" Qinghe took an umbrella, then took a step, and nestled back into the dog's embrace, but this time the embrace was filled with water vapor and unknown heat.

The dog curly spine snorted: "Dried bonito."

"..." After listening to the picture in his mind, Qing He emphasized to herself that she was about to enter the deep mountain, so don't fight with her companions at this juncture, she turned her body as calmly as possible and turned herself to the dog Curly spines instead of facing away completely as before. "What a big deal. Now."

His air flow hit Qinghe's ears, and his voice was slightly sandy, like unmelted icing on the surface of a cake.

"Dried bonito."

The dog Juanji turned around, forced himself to turn half a circle under the small umbrella, and nestled himself in Qinghe's arms.

"Salmon roe."

The old man didn't seem to hear the boys and girls fighting, and he was still smiling. On the fluorescent green poncho, the rain was flying, like a waxy banana leaf, which belonged to a part of the deep mountain jungle.

Qinghe poked his head out from the dog's shoulders and stared at his back.

……

It was completely within their expectation that the other party would make a move, not to mention that Qinghe also read minds, where, when, and how to make a move, Qinghe knew very clearly, and would not be fooled at all.

The two tied him up from the raincoat, and thoughtfully distributed him an umbrella, which he stuck into the seam of the cart like a mushroom.

If Qinghe didn't know the location of the village before the battle, he needed to be lured to think about it, otherwise Gou Juanji would have sent him to sleep with a "sleep" long ago.

The old man was the front whistle in the village. When Qing and they entered the village, the villagers had already set up their postures and stood gloomyly at the gates of their respective houses to stare at them.

"We are here to exorcise the curse spirit." Qing He said, "No matter what we do in the future, let's get along well before we explain the reason."

Even if the people in the barren mountain village hold weapons and stand in the rain and mist like a hundred ghosts at night, it is enough to catch a thriller, but they are not strong in skills. For Qinghe and Gou Juji, it is only a matter of time before they are solved.

"Where is the curse spirit?"

Qinghe's questioning was to make the villagers think of the whereabouts of the curse spirit, but to make the curse spirit outside of her perception relax their vigilance.For Qinghe, she couldn't be too careful.

The villagers cursed loudly, whether it was their performance or their heart sounds, they all indicated that they were enshrining the curse spirit and regarded it as a belief.

That stubborn look reminded Qinghe of his former Patriarch Fenchuan.

It is a pity to entrust the hands of the medicine seller early to send the former Patriarch to atone for his sins.Unexpectedly, he was not allowed to see this scene. The bloodline of Fan Chuan, whom he was deeply proud of, was willing to degenerate and turned around to believe in the curse spirit.

Of course, Fen Chuan Qinghe would not be so stupid as to tell these villagers who were only related to her by surname her name.The name is the shortest spell. Who knows what kind of weird spells the spell spirits who have absorbed the power of faith possess in this deep mountain forest.

Facing their foul language and cursing, she remained unmoved until she felt the fluctuation of the spell.

Not from the curse spirit.

It was a young man lying in the middle of the crowd.

"I curse you. Your spells will be plundered by my people. Tremble for the name of Fanchuan."

He said so with his black shining eyes, obviously very envious of the ability of the dog's tongue to speak.

And from his heartbeat, Qinghe learned the consequences.

This is an "interchange" for spells, and the scope is more subtle than Xiaokui's. It can exchange the spell of dog curling thorns with the magician present.Perhaps it was due to the immaturity of the technique, or because of limitations, he could not clearly specify the exchange object.Just like Xiaokui, she can only rely on luck to exchange homogeneous substances.

However, they don't know that Qinghe is also a member of Fenchuan.

Although the blood flowing on Qinghe's body may not necessarily be Fenchuan's blood, but she is still recorded in the genealogy and bears Fenchuan's surname, so she is a member of the main family.Although she withdrew from the position of head of the family after it was revealed that she had no blood relationship, she was succeeded by Kiyosato, so her status in Fenchuan has not been lowered.

"..."

The cheeks were slightly itchy, as was the tip of the tongue.Qinghe stuck out his tongue, then raised his finger at the same time as the dog Juanji and pointed to his cheek.

It's just that Qinghe is to remind Gou Juanji that his curse pattern has disappeared.And the dog curly thorn is to remind Qinghe that something strange has grown on her face.

"What? How is it possible??" The young man couldn't believe everything in front of him, "How could you, how could it be you? You are from the Fenchuan tribe? By the way, you are from the master's house—"

Qinghe almost said that he talked too much nonsense, and then restrained himself in time: "Go to sleep."

It was amazing to use Yan Ling for the first time. Under the rain curtain, the villagers with bruised noses and swollen faces rushed to the street, snoring everywhere.Qinghe rushed towards the place where the fluctuation of mana just appeared.

But the inconvenience can't be ignored either.

The curse spirit appeared in real body, Qinghe wanted to deal with it quickly so that he could go back and take a hot bath to wash away the coolness, and blurted out: "Moonlight night!"

The Exorcism Sword trembled, but there was no other movement.

Qinghe couldn't read minds, so naturally he couldn't satisfy the constraints.

Instead, the dog next to her, Curly Thorn, barked: "Moonlight night——"

The sword was unsheathed with a sound, and the moonlight was still soft and incomparable in the rain curtain, invading everywhere, more delicate than the rain, unstoppable.

Qinghe watched from the side, in addition to admiring his companion's reliability and dexterity, there were some inexplicable emotions in his heart.

Gou Juanji put the sword back into its sheath with a smile: "It's sour? Is it sour?"

After he got used to the freedom of speaking, he gradually became more energetic, as if he wanted to make up for what he owed, and kept buzzing beside Qinghe: "Mingyueye is listening to me now. Oh, Qinghe, you won't forget I can read minds, so what is there to deny in front of me? Don't deny it."

He flushed and acted like a baby.

For the dog curly spine, this matter is simply self-taught.

In the past, he found the name of a set of desserts, but now his voice has softened and his tone has been drawn out, no different from a Fat Chiu who just learned how to sing.Qinghe raised his hand to take off the earphones, and put them upside down on Goujuanthorn's forehead.

"You put it on."

"Really, don't order me like that. Talk to your lover more gently." Gou Juanji chased after him, "I didn't say that to you, did I?"

Not knowing how long the spell lasted, Qinghe woke up the culprit and asked the dog to ask him.

"He said he would never unlock the spell..."

Qinghe: I'm listening.

"Dried bonito."

Qinghe copied Gou Juanji's set of rice ball names, saying that Gou Juanji failed the interrogation and had to continue working hard.

The dog curly thorn was listless, he really didn't want to waste his time on these people. "Then you have to burn your ancestral hall. Anyway, it's just causing us a little trouble. Your spell will be invalid if it goes out of range or exceeds the time."

The technique is nothing more than that, judging by this level, it is far from being eternal.

The young man couldn't help being so unscrupulous: "You have already killed the gods, what are you going to do?"

Qinghe rubbed his throat, beckoning the dog to come and listen to her heartbeat.

"I've been listening."

[Since it is a mantra that is believed in, the ancestral halls and shrines have to be smashed and burned, and this group of people has to be taken away to be supervised by the High Commissioner, and those who have committed crimes will be handed over to the upper echelons for execution. 】

"Alright." Gou Juanji agreed, "It's inconvenient for the two of us to take away too many people. I heard that he is the leader or the son of a god. Just take him away. Others will come to the door. Curse Speaker, are you in trouble?"

Qinghe cleared his throat seriously, and said "Go to sleep" for the second time.

The dog curly spine shook slightly, Qinghe supported him: "What's wrong?"

"I have to teach you to control your ability well, and distribute it indiscriminately. If I didn't react in time, I would almost have been recruited."

As a descendant of the spellcaster, Goujuanji certainly knew how to defend against his abilities, but he never thought that he would use this trick one day.

"sorry--"

As soon as Qing He made the mouth shape of "thorn", he stopped the car in time and swallowed his name.Names were the shortest curses possible, and she didn't want Curlythorn to have the slightest chance of being cursed.

The dog curly thorn lightly pecked the jaw where the mouth and the curse pattern were located.

He understood why Qinghe couldn't help kissing him, and quickly forgave him after he played a prank. It turns out that listening to his lover's confession all the time and feeling how much his lover cherishes him is such a happy thing.

Goujuanji is almost reluctant to return the mind reading to Qinghe.

"Be careful, once Qinghe fouls and forgets Yanling's prohibition once, I will punish Qinghe like this. But next time, I won't be so gentle."

He will aim at the spell pattern that is fortunate to have a clear body and a tip of the tongue.

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An easter egg:

When writing the outline, due to the setting of the plot, Fenchuan’s spell must be “mutual replacement”, and Nakamura Aoi’s spell must be the exchange of homogeneous objects, which is somewhat similar to Huzi’s good brother Todo’s spell [Injustice Game] (People/things with mana can be exchanged).

I glanced at Dongtang's name, okay, Dongtang Aoi, then the girl's name can't be called Aoi!

When I choose a name, what should I call it, let me call it a flower name——

Sayuri couldn't do it, she was full of blackness.

Sakura, no, it's too poignant.

Then Aoi!

Full of vitality toward the sun, it represents Kiyosato's best wishes for her daughter.

When I was rereading the manga halfway through writing, I suddenly found out——Dong!Church!sunflower!

However, at this time, Aoi's plot is about to end.

I lay flat, give up struggling (x)

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感谢在2021-03-1723:14:01~2021-03-1800:40:33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: 1 bottle of rain wood;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!