When the Sand Sculptures penetrated the crematorium literature [Quick Transmigration]

Wangu Dansheng gave He Heng one of the pills, and He Heng gave it to Yan Qing'an at the time, and the result was that now he has to go to the city to catch monsters with this gray wolf's tail and ears, and he doesn't know what this thing is. time to disappear.

The two of them flew all the way from the cemetery to the big town near Honghe Village, and saw four or five soldiers in armor standing solemnly at the gate of the city, patrolling back and forth.

Sure enough, just like what those monster catchers said, the city defense around Honghe Village is now under strict inspection.

At this time, it was getting late, and the last ray of the setting sun dissipated from the west side of the mountain, and the shadow that symbolized the night was gradually enveloping.

The two looked at the city defenses that were stuck at the entrance and exit, and finally decided to stay out overnight, and then sneak in at dawn the next day.

With the cultivation bases of He Heng and Yan Qing'an, ordinary monsters can't hurt them at all, so there is no need to worry about safety when they do it at night, but if they go in now, it is inevitable that they will not need to stay overnight. It is based on the current situation of the city defense. Seeing the check-in of B & B and tavern, I am afraid that the inspection will be stricter.

Then He Heng can't go in with a big tail and tell people that I want to stay?

Doesn't this scare the local people?

So they chose a cave not far from the town with a high and relatively dry terrain, spread some straw in the cave, picked up a few firewood and prepared to make do with it overnight.

It was nearly midnight, and warm firewood was burning in the cave, and the constantly flickering flames elongated the figure reflected on the rock wall infinitely, and even and long breathing sounds came from the depths of the cave,

He Heng fell asleep almost as soon as he lay down. He lay carelessly on the pile of straw, with one ear just rubbing against the ground, occasionally trembling a little or two because of the movement outside.

But Yan Qing'an was completely different, he was wearing two cyan dark circles under his eyes and his face was full of irritability, trying to calm himself down, just now he lay tossing and turning for more than an hour.

There is no other reason, it is because He Heng's restless tail will sweep him from time to time and beat him once or twice.

Don't bother with a man who is asleep,

Don't bother with a man who is asleep,

Don't argue with a sleeping pig...

Yan Qing'an comforted herself repeatedly in her heart.

for a second,

There was a crisp "pop" sound in the cave, and He Heng's big tail swiped mercilessly again, this time it just covered Yan Qing'an's face, and the latter suddenly felt his breath stagnate, The mouth and nose have a bunch of "hair" rubbed on the brow bone.

The veins on Yan Qing'an's forehead couldn't help jumping wildly.

is "tick tock",

One second, two seconds, three seconds... go,

He Heng didn't move his tail, and Yan Qing'an, who felt that he was about to suffocate, finally moved the right tail away. In order to prevent He Heng from "coming back", he deliberately covered He Heng's tail on the right body, By the way, he moved towards the rock wall, trying to keep a safe distance from him.

and,

"Ok!"

He Heng, whose tail was moved by someone, seemed to be very dissatisfied. His big ears trembled slightly at this moment, and he let out a displeased murmur, and then his big tail slapped again, "Crack! Crack! Crack!" The two shoulders of Yan Qing'an, and then directly wrapped around Yan Qing'an's waist, wrapping him around the waist.

"What are you doing?"

Yan Qing'an exclaimed in a low voice, he never knew that He Heng's sleeping appearance could be so bad.

At this moment, he could face He Heng helplessly.

It seems that because the distance was suddenly shortened, Yan Qing'an's back stiffened at first when he felt the scorching breath sprayed between his lips, and then he carefully looked at the face of the person in front of him.

It was the first time he looked at He Heng's sleeping face up close, and he felt his heartbeat started to speed up, making a sound of "Bang! Bang! Bang!" in the dark night.

The bridge of the nose and the brow bone look very straight. Even in a dark environment, you can still feel that the man's facial features are very deep. It is a standard appearance with sword eyebrows and star eyes. The ears of the two wolves did not appear to be inconsistent.

It looks like a big dog hook sleeping staggeringly.

Yan Qing'an looked at it, and his thoughts suddenly drifted away. For some reason, he seemed to have lost his memory of the original apprentice's appearance, but he didn't seem to look like He Heng.

Why did this law appear?

Is it because...

Is it because he has ears?

Indeed, people will become different when they grow wolf ears... His ears look so big.

How can there be such big ears?

Later, Yan Qing'an felt more and more sleepy in his hazy thoughts, and his consciousness became less and less clear, and finally fell into a deep dream.

In the early morning of the next day, when it was just dawn, he was woken up by He Heng's tail.

This night, He Heng slept very soundly, and his sleep quality was also very good, so even though he woke up early, he felt refreshed, so when he opened his eyes, he met Yan Qing'an's black background. When he was surprised, he said:

"Master, why...did you suffer from insomnia yesterday?"

Yan Qing'an: "..."

He didn't know how to respond to these words, Yan Qing'an finally nodded slightly and got up from the slightly cool ground, shaking off the grass clippings on his body, but at this time he heard the right words and said firmly: "Do you have no tail? , so it’s too cold to sleep when you sleep?”

"Then why don't you tell me earlier, why don't I cover you with my tail?"

This time, the corner of Yan Qing'an's mouth couldn't help twitching: "..." You have indeed done this.

The number of soldiers standing guard at the gate of the city in the early morning was reduced by half compared to the previous night. The two spent some time outside the city gate and bought an old bullock cart from a farmer. The cart was loaded with bundles of thick straw. People pretended to come to the city to sell straw.

Immediately, Yan Qing'an put the straw hat and coir raincoat on He Heng, asked him to put him into the old ox cart, and pulled the curtain, so that He Heng's ears with tails could be completely blocked, luck If it's a good thing, maybe you can just muddle through.

The queue to enter the city in the early morning was not long, after passing two or three merchants, it was Yan Qing'an's turn.

At this time, there happened to be a gap between guard rotations, and there was only one soldier left at the gate of the city, and the inspection seemed to be a little looser.

Early in the morning, normal people will inevitably get sleepy, so did the soldier. He was standing by the city gate with his hands on his waist, and yawned carelessly. Yan Qing comforted them.

Seeing the tall and slender figure in the bamboo hat, the soldier suddenly became alert.

"Hey, stop the front bullock cart!"

The moment they were about to enter the city gate, Yan Qing'an and the others were stopped by someone.

The soldier approached Yan Qing'an and looked at him a few more times, and the more he looked, the more he felt something was wrong.

This man clearly has the appearance of a Taoist priest, and he looks cool and cold. Although there are some straw shavings on his clothes, his hands are as tender as green onions, and there is no mud between his nails. Workers?

At this point, the soldier couldn't help but use the hilt of his sword to open the curtain of the bullock cart to see what was inside.

After seeing the tall figure in the black hat squeezed in the middle of the straw pile, the soldier couldn't help shouting sharply:

"Who are you?"

Hearing this, Yan Qing'an was taken aback for a moment, and then said that this person was his brother who went to the city to sell straw together.

But at this moment, there was a noise in the bullock cart.

Before he could respond, He Heng choked his throat and spoke first with a strange tone,

"Cough, cough, I am... I am his grandmother."

this moment,

Yan Qing'an was a little silly: "..."

Do you dare to go any further?

The soldier was also full of disbelief when he heard it. He held the curtain of the bullock cart with the hilt of his sword, looked at the "tall" grandmother who was wearing a coir raincoat and cloak, and said:

"Your grandma is so big?"

"Why does her voice sound so rich?"

Being messed up by He Heng, Yan Qing'an had no choice but to talk nonsense with the soldier about how his grandmother was sick and was going to the city to seek medical treatment to win sympathy. The man in the bullock cart continued:

"I have loved drinking milk since I was a child, why?"

"Can't you?"