Night Talk Hundred Stories

This border town is full of leisure, showing a bit of seclusion. Hei Yao and his wife went to the fields to look at the farmers who were picking up hay and firewood. They didn't follow the farmers who were carrying large bales of hay until Jin Wuxi fell. People come back slowly.

It was the first time for Qinghe to see a mortal farmland, and he couldn't help being very curious. Seeing that the fields were all in neat rows, he jumped onto the narrow farmland and walked cautiously. Had a great time.Hei Yao walked on the side, holding his hand firmly, telling him from time to time: "Don't jump up, be careful when you fall."

Qing He didn't take it seriously, "No way, Hei Yao is holding mine."

"Yes, I'll hold you." Hei Yao smiled slightly after hearing that.

"Old woman, go faster." The old man's voice with a smile suddenly came from ahead. The two followed the sound and saw an old farmer with gray hair waving to his wife. The old woman responded and said, "What are you rushing for? It's still early!"

The old farmer lifted the bundle of firewood he was carrying on his back, and said to the old woman, "Come on, I'll lead you back."

The old woman took a look at Hei Yaoqing who was not far behind her, then patted the old farmer's hand reproachfully and said: "Whoever wants you to hold him, tell the younger generation to read the joke!"

The old farmer looked back and saw Qinghe and the two of them, and said with a smile: "The younger generation is being led by himself, so I won't laugh at you!" Then he took his wife's hand, and smiled at Qinghe: "Young master, you can laugh at us." Old man and old lady?"

Qing He shook his head again and again, "No, no, no," he said, raising the hand tightly held by Hei Yao, and said very seriously: "I like my brother holding me, so I don't laugh at others!"

"Did you hear that?" Hearing these words, the old farmer smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed, "You are so old, you are not as sincere as the younger generation!"

"Who likes to be led by a bad old man like you?" The old woman complained dissatisfiedly, and seemed to pinch her husband with her hands, but the smile on her weather-beaten face grew stronger.

Seeing the two old people walk away together under the warm red sunset, Qinghe turned to look at Hei Yao, "What ordinary people say is in love with each other—is this what it looks like?"

Hei Yao smiled lightly and said, "I think that's probably the case."

Qing He frowned, puzzled and said: "But...their lifespan is so short, what if someone leaves first?"

Hei Yao thought for a while and explained: "Ordinary people still have a saying, 'You and I meet for a hundred years, the one who dies at the age of 97, wait for three years on the Naihe Bridge'."

"Heh!" Qinghe's eyes widened in surprise, "Isn't there Meng Po soup on the Naihe Bridge? After drinking it, you will forget everything!"

As he said that, he himself felt lost first, "The one who left first didn't remember anything, and the one left behind is so sad..."

"You're used to worrying about other people." Hei Yao smiled and rubbed his hair, his eyes were gentle, "If I die first, I will definitely not enter the Three Ways of Forgotten River, but just be a wandering soul in this world, follow me every day you."

"How can you still die when you become a fairy?" Qing He stopped, looked at Hei Yao angrily and said, "Don't talk nonsense."

"I'm just talking." Hei Yao smiled, "If that day comes, I don't want to forget Qinghe."

"If you die, I'll go to the underworld to retrieve your soul, so that you won't be allowed to drink Mengpo soup or pass the carousel!" Qinghe was in a hurry, his cat's eyes were foggy, and even his voice was silent. With a little trembling.

Hei Yao quickly hugged him in his arms and comforted him softly, "It's just a joke, that place is very dark and full of resentful spirits, Qinghe don't go there."

"But you are there." Qing He buried her head in his arms and rubbed, feeling aggrieved.

The young man said "you are there" so confidently, as if this is the best reason, and his hands tightly grasping his clothes seem to be grasping the treasure that is easy to lose, too attached, as if grasping tightly It caught Hei Yao's heart, made him feel pain for no reason, embraced the boy with the most secret love, and repeated every sentence very gently: "I won't leave, wherever Qinghe is, I will be there."

Before he could finish speaking, Hei Yao felt that there seemed to be an extremely strong spiritual force in his body flowing around indiscriminately, causing him to frown, but the movements of his hands did not intensify, and he still gently stroked the boy's soft hair, Soothe the other party's anxiety.

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As the night fell, the boy obediently curled up and curled up in the man's arms, full of attachment and trust, Hei Yao let go of him a little, stretched out his hand and slowly stroked the boy's cheek, after a long while, he lowered his head in the boy's embrace. A soft and gentle kiss was printed on the pink lips.

After finally suppressing the eager thoughts in his heart, Hei Yao frowned slightly. The spiritual power in his body seemed to be agitated in the past few days. It felt like the second thunder that was swallowed by him during the catastrophe. He only felt that his internal organs They were all burned by the flames, but there was nothing they could do, they could only endure it.

But the only one who was distracted was a familiar voice from the sea of ​​consciousness.

"How, you can't hold it anymore?"

Hei Yao frowned, but didn't speak.

However, Hei Yao's silence seemed to make the voice more joyful, "I'll tell you a way, eat the young man in your arms, and the ancient orchid grass will definitely keep you safe and sound, and maybe you can even enter the emperor's cultivation!"

Every time that voice said a word, the burning sensation in his bones and blood became more and more obvious. Hei Yao endured the discomfort, put Qinghe back on the bed as gently as possible, took a brocade quilt to cover him, and then used slightly trembling hands She tapped Qinghe's slightly frowning brows, and when the boy's brows relaxed, he raised the corner of his lips: "Qinghe, wait for me to come back."

After speaking, he got up and opened the door to go out. It was late at night, and there was no one in the market.And the young man's figure was quickly wrapped in what seemed to be a thick night, but he disappeared after a while.

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The huge black wolf is running rapidly in the forest, his fur is shiny under the moonlight, his eyes are not green like ordinary wolves, but like a strong flame, they are extremely deep fiery red , seems to be able to burn everything in sight to ashes——

Wherever he passed, a layer of hazy black mist rose from the ground gradually. The black mist seemed to be absorbing the deep night, and gradually became thicker, covering the trees as tall as a person, until it became chaos.

As if he finally felt that the burning sensation in his body was no longer so strong, Hei Lang gradually slowed down, looking around with his blood-red eyes, but his eyes were dull and lifeless, as if he was just subconsciously looking at the surrounding environment.

I...why are you here?

What seems to be missing around me?But... what's missing?

Eyeballs that were as cold as beads soaked in snow rolled, Hei Lang shook his head irritably, and his sharp claws unconsciously drew deep marks on the ground.

"Ah, I finally found it."

A man's voice sounded behind him, and Hei Lang immediately turned around to look at him. The silver-haired young man saw him, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Under the moonlight, the two pairs of equally indifferent eyes looked at each other quietly.

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