Heaven and earth float day and night

"There are not many things you can see this year."

There was a sudden noise outside the door, Su Jiugui and Zhubai looked at each other.

The child opened the door and walked in. He was a child at heart, and after looking through it for a long time, he couldn't find anything he wanted.

Half of celebrating the birthday of Master Tianfu depends on luck. Maybe the birthday gift you carefully prepared is not opened at all, and you have already lost.

The children were all sitting on the bed, suddenly stopped, turned their heads very abruptly, and looked coldly at the puppet on the bed.

The puppet figure in the wedding dress was half leaning on the bed, and his hair was not messed up.

The child looked young, with a lot of eyes. He looked back at the six heads on the table, and one of them opened his mouth wide, as if he had been wary of someone.

The child narrowed his eyes and asked, "Has anyone been here before?"

Su Jiugui was secretly startled, this child was surprisingly perceptive, he didn't even make a sound when talking to Zhubai in the coffin before, and he could detect something was wrong.

Now Su Jiugui just moved his fingers, and he could feel the difference.

The old servant didn't know either, and said, "Impossible."

He didn't dare to come in. Every time he came in, he felt that he was dead to get out. Who would dare to enter this place without their lives?

The child spoke very firmly, and didn't care about him at all. He rummaged through the house, trying to find the source of the strangeness.

The old servant didn't know why the child was going crazy, so he followed him, yelling at him to slow down.

The child circled around and finally stopped in front of the bed.

The puppet still closed its eyes tightly, leaning against the bed quietly, and the child asked, "Has he moved?"

The old servant didn't answer hastily. He carefully looked at the folds on the bed. It was exactly the same as before. The puppet also kept the posture of leaning on the bed. He said uncertainly, "No."

The child didn't care about the answer at all, and suddenly pushed forward. He was quite strong at such a young age. The puppet in front of him was pushed down by him, his cheek sunk into the bed, and his hair stuck to his face messily. Ordinary dolls.

But the child is still not satisfied.

With a scoff, he tore off Su Jiugui's collar.

This time, the servant who was following behind couldn't understand anymore, and some couldn't see his recklessness, and asked, "What's the matter? Is there anything strange?"

The child tore Su Jiugui's clothes to pieces, and then pushed his sleeves away. He heard that some Taoist priests could write spells, which could make people lose their breath and enter the turtle's breath, looking like a puppet.

There was no charm on his arm.

The child touched his whole body again, but he couldn't find any monster attached to his body.

This is a puppet, a clean puppet.

The old servant didn't know why his master was crazy, he knew he was suspicious, but he didn't expect to be so suspicious.

The clothes on the puppet were ripped into a mess, and he didn't even cover his body. He even groped his scalp carefully, not even letting go of his hair.

The puppet has thin skin, and after being tossed like this, the skin turns red, as if it has been abused a lot.

"My lord?" The old slave followed behind, not daring to vent his anger.

Just as he was about to say something, he saw the child take out a dagger and stab the puppet's arm amidst the screams of the servant.

The blood overflowed in an instant, and the puppet puppet didn't even frown.

"Do puppet people bleed?" His voice gradually became dark.

"Yes." The old servant said, "You have to keep your breath, otherwise it will rot."

It's not that he lied, the puppet has temperature, and of course he bleeds.

"is it?"

He only said two simple words, and he didn't know whether he believed it or not. He asked, "Then what should we do now? He's bleeding."

The child was chubby, and there were two blushes on his fleshy face. He held a dagger in his hand, and showed an innocent smile to the old servant.

The old slave knew that this lord liked to vent, so he was used to it, "Sewing, sewing?"

"Then you come." The child was raised in rich clothes and fine food, and he just let go of it.

The old servant was trembling, he took Su Jiugui's arm, even though he knew that he was just a puppet, he was terrified at this moment.

This puppet is so real, it has warmth, and the blood is warm.

like a real person.

He struck so hard that Su Jiugui's arm was almost pierced by him. At this time, blood was overflowing, which was particularly shocking on the pale arm.

He didn't even know what to do with the needle.

The child felt his ink stains and kicked him, "Can't you know how to do needlework?"

The old slave was kicked and almost kicked. He swallowed his saliva and knew that if he didn't finish this job today, he would be the one who died tomorrow.

He tremblingly lowered the needle, because he was too nervous, the first needle was poked crooked several times.

The old servant sewed a puppet, and the child watched with his legs crossed. He was wearing a golden costume, and looked like a child who didn't know much about the world.

He was staring at the face of the puppet, who had just been pushed down by him, and fell crookedly on the bed, his body was covered with the scars he just pulled out.

Until the end of the slavery, the puppet, let alone frown, didn't even sweat a drop.

The old servant was not skilled, and his needle and thread were crooked. Su Jiugui's arm was like a rag doll that had been sewn ugly.

"okay."

These two words were like amnesty, and he knew he had escaped a catastrophe.

The old slave raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead. His hands were covered with Su Jiugui's blood, like a butcher, and asked, "Is there something wrong with this puppet? If there is a problem, the old slave can be carried out."

He knew that the master was cruel and suspicious, so he probably wouldn't keep him in the house.

"No." The child said coldly, "Get out."

As soon as the old slave moved, he stopped him again, "Wait."

The old slave stopped and waited quietly for his order, "Who sent the puppet?"

The old servant went to look through the roster, his hands were stained with blood, and he took a long time to turn it out, and said, "Wen Qi, his ancestors attended the Tianfu Banquet before."

"Yeah." He hummed, and said, "Leave him here, I have something to ask him."

The old servant breathed a sigh of relief, and carefully closed the door when he went out. He waited at the door for a while, making sure that the master had not regretted calling himself back, and then trotted away from the dormitory.

When the people left, the child looked at Su Jiugui again. He was extremely contradictory. He pretended to be an eight-year-old child in front of the old slave, but now he behaved more like an adult.

He raised Su Jiugui's chin, looking at this face a little bit in a daze.

He was a little annoyed, and raised his hand to cover the puppet's face with the quilt.

As soon as he stopped moving, he stood up suddenly, covered Su Jiugui's face with the quilt and didn't let go. He pressed Su Jiugui's face tightly, trying to smother him to death on the spot.

"Who asked you to come?" He suddenly showed a ferocious face, and said, "Say!"

He used it hard enough to see how the puppet would react.Up to now, for this reason, he has not completely let go of his guard.

One moment, two moments, three moments...

Time passed in a flash, the puppet did not struggle, he let go.

Lifting the quilt, the puppet's pale face became flushed.

He raised his hand, this time he didn't do anything out of the ordinary, his hand fell on Su Jiugui's face gently.

He tidied the puppet's hair with gentle movements, treating him as a rare treasure.

"I'm sorry." The eight-year-old's voice was very immature, and he repeated: "I'm afraid you are a bad person. I hate bad people the most."

He looked deeply at Su Jiugui, and then tried to tidy up his clothes, but the clothes were torn to pieces by him, and he couldn't wear them at all.

He could only cover Su Jiugui with a quilt. If the old servant was still there, his jaw would have dropped in shock. His family would actually do such a thing of serving others.

He carefully straightened Su Jiugui's hair, covered him with a quilt, and gently placed it beside his pillow, muttering to himself: "I like you very much."

It's hard for him to find something he likes.

Of course the puppet would not answer him.

He closed his eyes heavily, and put down his suspicious heart again. This puppet makes him feel safe, and he can sleep well tonight.

His breathing became more and more steady, and Su Jiugui opened his eyes.

His gaze was extremely indifferent, as if he wasn't the one who was injured just now.

Su Jiugui has suffered all kinds of hardships. Just now, he tore his clothes and stabbed his arm, which is nothing to an immortal.

But if it's not Su Jiugui who is lying here suffering, but the little fox, the original owner, who becomes the plaything of this devil king for the rest of his life, then he really has no choice but to live and die.

When Su Jiugui wrote the runes on his arm, he was careful. A hidden talisman was added to the runes. Only he could see it. Even if other people saw something wrong with him, they would not be able to find where the runes were.

This child was too terrifying, he looked like a demon king in the world. He almost turned Su Jiugui upside down just now, but he never touched the offspring bag hanging on his body, and got out of the bag one by one.

As soon as he took his head, he smelled a bloody smell. Su Jiugui's arm was bleeding, and the old slave's needlework was ugly as hell, like a writhing centipede.

Zhubai's body was entwined with spider threads, if Su Jiugui hadn't stopped him, he would have wanted to do it just now.

His eyes were getting darker, and a pair of golden pupils were about to break free. This incident brought him much greater fluctuations than he had imagined.

He has never touched anyone, what kind of kid is this kid?

Black scales grew out one by one, like black and white rice paper dyed with ink, which looked extremely abrupt on his white body.

He wants to kill this shit.

A hand interrupted him, and Su Jiugui's slender fingers touched him.After being poked by Zhubai so abruptly, the spreading black scales seemed to be frozen.

Zhubai raised his head, Su Jiugui just opened his eyes and looked down at him.

Su Jiugui moved lightly because he was worried about disturbing the devil boy, and shook his head at Zhubai.

He didn't want Zhubai to do it, and he didn't want to see him demonized at all.In the dream, Su Jiugui used the power of chasing white, and as a result he was backlashed by the curse seal.

Su Jiugui couldn't be more clear about the curse seal on his body, and the curse seal will loosen once more.

If things go on like this, chasing whiteness will lose its authenticity.

Zhubai seemed to have been poked into the secret of his heart by someone's finger, and then realized that he cared too much about Su Jiugui. He came here today to find out what happened on Taiqing Mountain, just to save Su Jiugui's life.

Su Jiugui was just scratched on his arm, which may not be a serious injury to him, so there's no need to worry about it here.

Zhubai lowered his head, feeling that he had lost his composure.

Su Jiugui seemed to have noticed that he was not very happy, poked Zhubai's chin with his fingers, and then gently scratched the tip of his chin.

By white: "..."

Do you want to tease him like a kitten or puppy?

Zhubai was not comfortable, a dragon was being played like this, and he was a little bit uncomfortable. He stuck Su Jiugui's hand, wrapped it around his wrist meekly, and wrapped it around Su Jiugui's arm as lightly as possible.

The wound on the dragon's belly is healing.

Su Jiugui didn't stop him, chasing the white and thin dragon scales was very comfortable.

He was tortured just now, just to gain the child's trust.

The behavior of this child is too weird. With such a mind, his intelligence is not like that of an eight-year-old child as the rumors say.

Su Jiugui said, "Zhubai, look outside for me."

There was no need to say much between Zhubai and him, he quickly guessed what Su Jiugui wanted to do.

The dimple that was originally entwined around his fingertips opened his eyes, while Su Jiugui closed his eyes. He wanted to enter the dream of this demon king.

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感谢在2021-12-1217:35:22~2021-12-1316:04:14期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 2 snow cubs;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Coupdelait; 1 bottle of Tongyun Chuxiu;

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

the truth

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