Heaven and earth float day and night

The door creaked open.

A child in a golden dress ran in. The robe was embroidered with exquisite peony patterns. He was dressed luxuriously and was chubby with two blushes on his face.

"Oh, my lord, please slow down." An old servant followed behind.

The child obviously looked only seven or eight years old, standing in the middle of the mountain-like birthday ceremony, he looked particularly short, and the old servant called him an adult, which was indescribably funny.

He ignored the slave at all, and went straight to the gift box, acting rudely. After he took it out, the wooden box was crushed by him, and there was a glass mirror lying inside, and asked: "What is this?"

The servant took out the roster, flipped through it for a while, and then replied: "The ghost-faced glass mirror is said to be able to reflect what people think."

"Cut," the child said, "boring."

The things sent over are getting more and more boring every year, just a broken mirror, and I dare to give it to him as a birthday gift.

He likes to sit on the ground, so the servant brought him a piece of fox fur and spread it on the ground, so as not to let him catch the cold.

He dismantled another one, looked at it for a long time but couldn't see what it was, it looked like a bowl made of bones.

"This is a virgin skull." The old slave had already found the register before he asked, and said in advance: "It is said that eating it can prolong life."

"Prolong life?" The child held the skull, which contained half a bowl of blood.

The old slave saw that he was not in a good mood, and said: "I don't know who doesn't know how to give it to me. Do we need to prolong our life?"

The Yaozu have never used this kind of folk remedy to extend their lifespan.

The child narrowed his eyes, looked at it by candlelight, and said, "This bone is pretty."

The skull was carved with a hollow pattern, which is exquisite and extraordinary. Thinking that this bone was once a living person, he felt a little relieved in his heart.

The old slave who was following him was used to him like this, and said in agreement: "It really looks good."

The child didn't respond to his flattery, and said, "Take it."

The old slave took the skull carefully, a little unsure, and asked, "Then..."

"I like it." The child said.

The people who went to the banquet just wanted to hear this sound of liking, so the old slave circled the name of this person on the roster, and he would go to the banquet to find this person later.

The child took another gift box. He shook it and felt that the box was very light. He likes to celebrate his birthday, and he likes to unwrap birthday gifts even more.

He was a little invested, and he didn't care that what he was leaning against was a coffin.

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Su Jiugui had already laid back in the coffin, and the coffin was tightly closed. He originally wanted to pay attention to the movement outside, but frowned when he heard the old slave call him my lord.

Is this Master Tianfu?so small?

Suddenly, Su Jiugui felt his wrist go cold.

Something icy wrapped around his wrist, and the slightly stiffened dragon scales rubbed against his arm as it wrapped around it.

At the last moment, Zhubai turned into a white dragon the size of a small snake, got into his sleeve, and crawled against the inside of his arm.

Su Jiugui was originally in the coffin, so she couldn't make any big noises, now she doesn't dare to touch him, for she is afraid that Zhubai will do something to him.

Su Jiugui lowered his voice and asked, "What are you doing here?"

The sound is transmitted to the ears, and they will not be heard by others when they talk. It was like this on Taiqing Mountain before, when the two talked casually, others could not hear them.

Zhubai said: "I sneaked in, there is no coffin like you."

It was only then that Su Jiugui remembered that Zhubai was not a birthday gift, and he appeared here out of nowhere, and there was indeed nowhere to hide.

Zhubai just entangled up without any effort, but Su Jiugui could clearly feel that he was being tightly bound by something.

In order to be a good puppet, Su Jiugui drew a spell on his left arm, obviously there would be no heartbeat, and even his breathing was erased, but Su Jiugui somehow felt that he was a little confused.

"Tsk," he heard Zhu Bai's voice, "you have someone here."

Zhubai wraps his arms around him, and meets the dimple in his hand, the little thing is terrified after seeing Zhubai, probably never thought that one day he will be on a person with a dragon.

The ink-shaped dimple fled around like crazy, but Zhubai blocked his arm, he had nowhere to run, he could only hide between Su Jiugui's fingers, even the snake's tail was well put away, not showing half.

Wrapped around Su Jiugui's arm one after another as if returning home, completely ignoring Su Jiugui, climbing all the way up, with a rustle in the sleeve, wrapped around his big arm.

The inner side of the arm was sensitive, Su Jiugui seemed to be scalded, his face was numb, and he was checked by tentacles when he came in, but it was not so difficult.

He wanted to pull Zhubai off him, but he didn't expect that Zhubai was much more flexible than he imagined, he climbed up from the big arm and swam onto his shoulder.

It was dark inside the coffin, and Zhubai's touch was particularly obvious. Su Jiugui could even feel the scales on Zhubai's body gently sliding over his shoulder blades.

Su Jiugui couldn't help but snorted, "Calm down."

"What's the matter?" Zhubai was ignorant of this, completely unaware that he was lighting fires everywhere, and asked, "Can he touch me?"

It was Xiaobai who was talking about Baibai, and there was still a bit of sourness in the words, Xiaolong's head protruded from his arm, sticking to the soft flesh on the back of his neck, his voice changed from the usual lazy, a little chilly , "He touched you?"

Xiaobai is him, and Zhubai is also him.

He is also the one who is jealous now.

Su Jiugui closed his eyes, he wanted to kill someone.

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"Huh?" The child stopped unwrapping presents and asked, "What's the sound?"

The old slave was puzzled and asked, "Where is the sound?"

The child asked, "Did you not speak just now?"

The old slave followed him, this master was cruel by nature, he didn't dare to let people speak, how dare they speak as slaves, said: "No, you heard it wrong."

The child didn't quite believe it, so he took two steps around the house. The house was big, but there were few places to stay, and it was in a mess. The servant followed him, fearing that the precious master would bump into him .

Finally, the child stopped in front of the coffin and said arrogantly, "Open it."

The old slave had doubts in his heart, but he followed his instructions and opened it. The coffin was quite heavy, and he was already sweating when the lid was opened.

A man was revealed inside, lying quietly in a coffin.

He was wearing a wedding dress, his face was pale, and there was something ghostly about him.

But that ghostly aura seemed to be able to confuse people's hearts, and people couldn't help but want to look at him more.

The child went to touch Su Jiugui's hand. The puppet's fingers were well-proportioned, the knuckles were slender, and the palm was still warm. He asked, "Is this a living person?"

"How is that possible?" The servant said, "How dare you let a living person in."

The child was a little disappointed, he hadn't seen a living person for a long time.

The old slave looked down at the brochure, and found it after searching for a long time, "It's a puppet."

"Puppet doll?" The child read these four words carefully, as if he didn't understand at all, and asked, "What is a puppet doll?"

"In the past, puppets were used in theaters to sing puppet shows." The old slave originally wanted to say that they would be used as playthings for dignitaries, but he didn't continue, thinking that you, a child, wouldn't need them either.

The child looked carefully at the person lying inside, his gaze seemed to be inspecting, and then said: "It's so beautiful, like a bride."

The old slave acted like coaxing a child, and said: "It looks good, puppets are more beautiful than living people."

The child took Su Jiugui's hand and asked softly, "Then he's dead?"

"It's a dead thing." The old slave said: "There is only one breath to ensure that the body will not rot. If you don't believe me, feel his breathing and pulse."

The child put his finger close to Su Jiugui, and found that he was not breathing at all, and asked, "How do you do this?"

"That's troublesome. The living thing has to slowly remove the soul, then wash away the bone marrow, take out all the internal organs, wash them, and put them back after they are scented."

"Why use aromatherapy to scent the internal organs?" The child was puzzled.

"It smells good that way," the old slave explained, "It was originally intended to be used as a plaything for people. To make him not rotten or smelly, he must have a strange fragrance on his body."

The child listened quietly, and the old slave saw that he was interested, and said: "It's not only that, but also carved. You see, he is so good-looking, he was carved out by a knife."

"Then has he suffered a lot?" The child's eyes were extremely innocent.

"That's suffering day and night," said the old slave, "I heard that it took three years to make this puppet."

"Three years?" The child lowered his head and muttered to himself.

Old slave: "I was carved day and night for three years, and the suffering I suffered is a great sin."

Hearing this, the child raised his head and showed a smile. When he smiled, he would crack a row of teeth. It was obviously a bright smile, but somehow it made people feel sinister.

"very nice."

He changed his previous appearance of an ignorant child, he looked a little scary, and the servant also smiled apologetically, saying: "That's good."

Not many people in Yunjian City have met Lord Tianfu, but there are quite a few who have studied Lord Tianfu in private, and they have already figured out his preferences.

In the early years, ordinary rare treasures could make him happy, but after so many years of gifting, there are so many rare treasures in the world.

Later, people wondered what Lord Tianfu likes, and found that he likes to hunt strange and cruel things, and the more he suffers, the happier he is.

Luo Qiaoqiao, the fourth child, and the five Xuanfu soldiers are all sure that Master Tianfu will like the little fox.

Sure enough, the child said, "Send him to my room."

The slave also guessed it, but he didn't expect to find the one he likes so quickly this year. Before, he couldn't find a few satisfactory ones after searching through piles of birthday gifts for a long time. This year, he got two out of seven.

It takes some time for children to unwrap presents, so the servants send the puppets to the bedroom first.

The coffin was covered again, and the interior of the coffin was plunged into darkness.

Only then did Su Jiugui blink his eyes, Zhubai wrapped around his arm, which was originally frozen on his arm, also moved at this moment, making a rustling sound.

"Is he Lord Jin or Lord Tianfu?" Su Jiugui asked.

Just now he heard that slave call him an adult, but he didn't know which one it was?

Zhubai said, "I don't know."

Su Jiugui had also met Mr. Jin in the snake girl's dream before, and he was at least as tall as a grown man.

"He's not quite right." Zhu Bai said.

Su Jiugui hummed, he only felt that the child was a little weird, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Zhubai's spiritual power is higher than him now, so he might see something he didn't see, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"He touched your hand as soon as he came up." Zhu Bai said.

Su Jiugui: "..."

"Is this an important matter?" Su Jiugui asked coldly.

"Why not?" Zhubai smiled and said, "That little snake on your body is very afraid of me."

Su Jiugui was speechless, thinking that you are a monster that came out of the Devouring Abyss, all monsters in this world would be afraid of you, no one would dare to make you unhappy.

"Do business." Su Jiu said.

"It's business," Zhubai said in a lazy voice at this moment, "You're about to be put to bed by someone, and I'm going to be put to bed with you, are you happy?"

Su Jiugui: "..."

Su Jiugui took a deep breath, his mood was unstable when he met this apprentice.

"Why on earth do you want to kill Master Tianfu?" After a while, Zhu Bai's voice came, "You know Mo Lin is going to kill you, right?"

Just now Zhubai wasn't messing with him, he was exploring Su Jiugui's spiritual veins, Su Jiugui's spiritual power was low, and he no longer had the spiritual power of Lu Yunji's heyday in his dream.

His demon power will not exceed the eighth rank at most, and with the body of a fox demon, once he recites a spell, he can't stand it, and he can't even cast a decent spell.

It's not a good deal for Su Jiugui to kill a Master Tianfu under heavy siege by the demon clan.

"Revenge." Su Jiugui has answered this question many times.

"For the little fox?" Zhubai asked.

Su Jiugui hummed.

He thought he would laugh at Zhu Bai, but he didn't.

Zhubai heard about the little fox's experience just now, the servant just said roughly, the little fox's suffering was only a few light words in their mouths, and the fat kid was even happy because the little fox had suffered enough.

Ask by white: "Because you inherited his last wish?"

"It doesn't count." Su Jiugui said.

He killed Luo Qiaoqiao and set fire to Qi Qiaozhai, and he also saw the little fox's soul floating upwards. The little fox was too painful to live in this world, and had already been reincarnated early.

Even if Su Jiugui killed Master Tianfu, the little fox would not be able to perceive it, let alone feel refreshed.

In fact, most people’s revenge is like this. He once saw a swordsman struggling for 30 years just to avenge his wife. His beloved wife has been reincarnated and is now an adult again. After drinking Mengpo soup, she should no longer remember him, but the swordsman Obstinately avenging his beloved wife, he sacrificed the rest of his life for it.

In the past, Su Jiugui didn't understand that what he cultivated was the Dao, and he didn't stick to small love and love, nor did he stick to hatred.

It was the first time that Su Jiugui felt hatred from the little fox. He cut off all emotions and desires, and the original master of this body taught him how to hate.

He didn't inherit the little fox's last wish, he inherited his memory and his hatred.

Su Jiugui was silent for a long time before speaking, "He is in pain."

The pain was enough to attract Su Jiugui's dead soul to come and possess him.

Su Jiugui couldn't pretend that this hadn't happened, he was using the little fox's body, and it was his job to kill Lord Tianfu.

Zhubai hummed, resting his chin on Su Jiugui's neck, "I'll help you."

"Ok?"

Probably because Zhubai is still buried in Su Jiugui's clothes, he said in a muffled voice, "I will help you."

Zhubai's body was cold, and the scales rubbed against his shoulders, but Su Jiugui felt that he was very warm.

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感谢在2021-12-1011:16:00~2021-12-1112:40:57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 who threw the grenade: If you are sleepy, wash and sleep for one;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 2 snow cubs;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 507867165 bottles; 3 bottles of Valkyries;

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

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