The poor rich and poor were fed by the beasts

"You rebellious son!" Taotie slammed into the cage angrily, panting rapidly after being burned by the golden pattern, hunger and pain made it unsteady, lying on the ground gasping weakly, only a pair of animal pupils were still ferocious with hatred.

The man squatted down in front of the cage, lifted the cat bowl on the ground with downcast eyes, and threw the scattered cat food into it.

After tidying up briefly, he said in a calm tone, as if in a daily chat: "Father, I caught a mallard today and made Dong'an chicken. I'll give you a taste."

A piece of chicken was held by the chopsticks and stuffed into the cage. Tao Tie looked at the beautifully colored, hot and sour meat in disbelief, and quickly pulled it off with his claws without any hesitation, almost as fast as an afterimage.

It is not the first time that Taotie has been hungry for such a long time, and the hunger that follows him year after year is like a shadow.

But it is not enough to lose my mind over a piece of meat. After biting the meat and curling up in a corner to eat it, I licked my paws comfortably, and my stomach was still growling.

Its eyes fell on the bowl in Yin Xu's hand, and the fragrant Dong'an chicken inside made it short of breath and gradually salivated.

"Father, I've always wanted to ask, where's father?" Zhu Wu seemed to have never appeared.

A piece of chicken was held by chopsticks and hung outside the cage, attracting Tao Tie's attention, his eyes narrowed into thin lines.

Hearing Yin Xu's words, Taotie suddenly became less interested, and said with a bit of annoyance, "How would I know? The ghost knows if I'm dead or not. If I knew, I would still let you lock me up!"

"Oh, that's true." According to Tao Tie's relationship with Zhuo Wu, if he really knew that he was imprisoned and starved, he would have killed him long ago.

Yin Xu was thoughtful, and placed the chicken on top of the cage, with the loose skin hanging in the air.

Taotie only cared about propping up his body to reach for the skin of the chicken, and pulled the chicken, without even giving him a look.

Yin Xu didn't care, he lowered his head and mixed the meat in the mixing bowl with chopsticks, watching the soup stain the chicken, his brows and eyes were shrouded in haze, and his expression could hardly be seen clearly.

"Today, someone used the ability of the scorpion to cause human riots, to show the strength of the monster race and the defeat of the human race to win over the monster race, to resurrect the fallen angel to gather power... Father thinks, who would do these things?"

Taotie paused in the movement of pulling the chicken nuggets, sat back on his buttocks, and stared at him quietly with ferocious beast pupils.

Yin Xu raised his head, seemingly unintentionally said: "I remember my father is the son of Zhuanxu, right? I heard that it was my father who brought back his father who was killed by Zhuanxu and turned into a beast back then. The son of the Five Emperors has enmity with human beings. If One day, the Yao clan wants to choose a leader, and I think my father must be on the list as a candidate."

"What do you want to say?"

"It's nothing, it's just a sudden emotion." Yin Xu didn't answer, but just smiled, and when he poked the chicken nuggets on the cage with his chopsticks, he fell into the lower floor and landed in front of Taotie.

But Taotie was no longer in the mood to eat, it bit its paws impatiently and fixedly looked at Yin Xu, as if trying to read something from his face.

"Daddy is already looking for the people behind you. If he finds out, humans and beasts should also be found out...Dad, the last time my father did something wrong, he was imprisoned for more than 300 years. Just for a moment, but this time there will be no next 300 years."

This time, when the person is gone, they are really gone.

The catastrophe between humans and monsters is imminent. Both Taotie and Yin Xu understand that Wuwu's purpose is never to become the leader.

No matter what Yin Xu thought, Taotie's expression was very complicated at this time, it was sitting in the cage, it was so quiet for the first time.

A bowl of exotic animal meat covered with soup was brought into the cage, as if it was thousands of years ago, Taotie was sitting at the main seat of Kyushu Mansion, and Mr. Bai served him the most delicious food.

But now, everything has changed.

Yin Xu stood up from the ground, closed the door and left without any nostalgia, while Taotie was as calm as if the previous madness and ferocity no longer existed.

What is it thinking in the dark?

No one cares anymore.

Since the catastrophe of Fulong, the lively atmosphere of the Mid-Autumn Festival has been washed away a lot, and many people have been hurt in the catastrophe.

The country has been dealing with the finishing touches, and the popularity on the Internet has gradually decreased, but it can be seen that everyone's emotions are more restless than before.

"jingle"

The door of the cake shop was pushed open, and Dong Yan walked out cheerfully with a box of moon cakes in her hand. She held a box of beautifully packaged moon cakes in her hand, and handed them to the man with a rope: "Hey, moon cakes."

Yin Xu took it from him naturally, holding the moon cakes from the Chinese pastry shop in his left hand, and the umbrella in his hand was tilted for a moment, covering the little dragon cub in the shadow.

Dong Yan walked naturally on the sidewalk facing inward, hiding under an umbrella to feel the hotter and hotter weather, and the air-conditioning in the shop was completely dissipated, so she couldn't help fanning: "The weather is getting hotter and hotter recently. , It hasn’t rained for half a month.”

He complained that the tip of his nose never smelled the wind and rain, but after thinking about it, he laughed again: "Hey, but it doesn't matter if it doesn't rain in Mid-Autumn Festival, you can see a beautiful moon!"

"I want to eat moon cakes and enjoy the moon, and I still have some wine at home... The wine is fine, what else..."

He babbled about bits and pieces, the man listened quietly, nodding from time to time in response to the slight smile on the corner of his mouth, with a slight arc, his eyes were gentle and indulgent.

No matter how imaginative and unconstrained, Yin Xu agreed with a good voice, but he lowered his eyebrows and refuted in a low voice only if he was not allowed to do something.

It seems that all the disasters and difficulties have been left behind, leaving only the two people's own little life.

In the past, I spent the Mid-Autumn Festival with my uncle, and I only ate moon cakes, and I had to go to bed early when I was young.However, I have secretly seen my uncle drinking alone in front of the moonlight in the courtyard. In Dongyan's mind, drinking on the Mid-Autumn Festival is really lonely.

This time I'm going to make a table of dishes, it's been bustling!

Yin Xu also had the same idea. He bought a lot of vegetables and ordered chicken and pork ribs early in the morning.

Now the chestnuts on the market are soft, waxy and tender. Yin Xu bought ten catties, cut open one by one, peeled some and cooked chestnut chicken with chicken, and boiled the rest in a pot for evening snacks.

A layer of iron steamer is added on top of the chestnuts, and ten plump crabs are steamed in the pot. It is best to eat crabs in this season.

Open the pot and throw the snails and edamame into the stewed spicy food. The beautiful red oil is mixed with edamame, and the snails make a rustling sound when they are stir-fried in the pot.

Tonight, I have some snacks for watching the moon. Yin Xu cut up several kinds of fruits and made them with coconut milk, added sweet-scented osmanthus sugar and put them in the refrigerator for a while.

Only then did the preparations for the Mid-Autumn Festival dinner begin.

During the festival, there are eight dishes and one soup, a total of nine plates, chestnut chicken, braised fish, steamed crab, lotus root, steamed rice noodles, grilled pork chops... Finally, make a pot of sticky taro soup with taro.

All the ingredients are in season, and the best quality batches are selected. Although there is only one exotic beast missing, with Yin Xu's craftsmanship, it is not a problem to cook a big meal in the kitchen.

He was busy in the kitchen, and Dong Yan was also flipping through things in the room.

Although he felt that drinking during the Mid-Autumn Festival was too lonely, Dong Yan still upheld the tradition. He found a bottle of sweet-scented osmanthus wine in his uncle's wine storage room and a set of wine glasses made of jade from his own room.

Before going downstairs, I still remember to toast my uncle with a glass of wine.

Gengchen's room is still the same as before, except for a tribute table, on which there are statues offered by him and Gongsun, which are old objects from thousands of years ago, and cigarette smoke is floating around the altar, filling the room The smell of incense.

Dong Yan poured a glass of wine for his uncle, and muttered in his mouth: "I'm fine now, although it feels messy outside, but I have someone to accompany me during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I will be accompanied by someone in the future. Uncle, you are good to Aunt Xian Point, if you are reincarnated, give me a dream... It's fine if you don't have a dream, anyway, you guys are doing well down there..."

He babbled for a long time, glanced at a box under the table, scratched his head and forgot what was inside, lowered his head and pulled the box out.

When I opened it, it was a roll that looked like a slough, exuding a strange aura. There was water and wind in this aura, as well as a heavy earth aura.

Dong Yan thought for a long time, and suddenly remembered that this was a relic from the Demon Control Bureau!

Because it looked like a slough, it rolled up into a big roll, and he wondered if it was the skin that his uncle had shed, and he took it into the room.

He tried to open the roll, but it didn't move at all, even if he pulled it hard, Dong Yan was struggling all over his body, and he didn't notice the faint light from the pendant on his chest.

Suddenly the long roll was loosened, and Dong Yan sat down on the ground with a "bang". He blinked blankly, and a hole was cut on his hand by the edge of the moult, and blood was bleeding.

"Woo, it hurts. Huhu—" Dong Yan blew on the wound with tears in her eyes, and put her fingers in her mouth to stop the bleeding.

On the contrary, the volume of slough softened, and a corner was opened. From the beginning, ink-colored lines meandered inside. It seemed to be a map, and it seemed to be a landscape. The exposed thin lines outlined the A small mountain peak.

Dong Yan was about to open the long scroll when a voice suddenly came from downstairs.

"Yin Yin?" It was Yin Xu calling him.

Hearing the footsteps, Dong Yan panicked, quickly rolled up the long slough, put it in a box and stuffed it back under the table.

Yin Xu went upstairs to see him sitting on the ground, frowned slightly, and said softly: "Don't sit on the ground, be careful of the cold."

"Oh." Under the gaze of those eyes, Dong Yan was inexplicably guilty, had the illusion that he was doing something bad, agreed twice indiscriminately, and walked out of the room.

The person who didn't notice the person behind him who had been refusing to set foot in this room, walked to the tribute case after silence, and pulled out the box.

Looking at the open slough inside, I stretched out my hand to touch it, and a golden round rose from the raised end of the slough, like the sun revolving and fluttering in the picture scroll, the calm mountains and rivers seemed to come alive, and the ink flow was lifelike .

Seeing this, Yin Xu was thoughtful, frowned slightly, and murmured: "It's still close."

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