Fairy Citrus

The night was cloudless and the air was clear.

Mo Fang lay on the bed, breathing smoothly.

With his cultivation base, he would not attract mosquitoes, so he opened the window.

He turned his face to look out, under the moonlight, the grass and trees swayed slightly, and made a neat call.

He recalled the interesting experiences of the past few days, and recalled the He Chengqi that was lovely, pleasant, and kept some secrets.

There was a smile on his lips as he closed his eyes.

In the fairyland, there is no such thing as night and day.The sound of wind blowing animals and plants, like silver bells colliding, is extremely sweet.

He Chengqi sat on the huge flat fairy stone, closed his eyes and meditated.

He couldn't concentrate too much, he thought about Mo Fang.He opened his eyes from time to time, with warmth in his eyes, and a little complicated in the warmth.

"Mr. Crane..."

He heard the fairy boy calling softly.

Two fairies are sitting not far from him now.They are also practicing.

"are you there?"

The meaning of Xiantong is to ask him if he is already in a state of meditation where his consciousness is drifting.If this is the case, unless there is something strange around him and wakes him up, he will not be woken up by other dispensable calls.

However, He Chengqi has never been in that state today.

"Is that person really...Brother Mo?" A Yuan didn't get his answer, but continued to ask.

After a long while, He Chengqi finally spoke. He smiled and said, "I've taught you for so long, so you must be able to see the truth."

"I...but I've never met Brother Mo before." A Yuan said.

"Congratulations." Zili, who had been silent all this time, said.

"Concentrate your energies, and if you want to improve, you will be less disturbed by external objects." He Chengqi said.

"Oh, got it."

When Mo Fangjiang was still asleep, and when He Chengqi wanted to meditate and couldn't calm down, someone they had met not long ago came to the foot of Brother Mountain.

That man was the alcoholic who forced his wife and children to worship stones on the mountain.

The drunkard saw the "real ghost" that day, and because of fear, he rolled down the long slope and passed out.

He was sent back to the entrance of the village by the bandits, and when he woke up, it was already early morning.

From then on, he told everyone what happened to him.

He originally wanted to use this as a bragging rights, but it backfired when he didn't want to.

Because his ability to express words is really not that good, and that incident was so bizarre, and what he saw after drinking, the villagers thought he was talking nonsense.

"It seems that this man's wife couldn't stand him and ran away with the child in her arms. He must not be able to accept the fact that he deceived himself so much," they said.

The alcoholic is angry.

He swears to God that he will take his wife back from bandits or ghosts or whatever, and slap the villagers in the face.Of course, after that, he would beat his wife a few more times.

But every time he gets close to Brother Mountain, he loses his courage when he hits a woman.The appearance of those resentment objects still remained in his memory. Although he didn't want to admit it, he really didn't want to see them again.

The opportunity for him to successfully set foot on Brother Mountain again was that his boss gave him monthly money.

The first thing he did after he got the money was to drink.

He drank all the way from the village to Brothers Town, and carrying the wine gourd, staggered towards Brothers Mountain.

He is drunk.

So when he walked into the mountains, his body felt warm, and his stomach and heart felt extremely comfortable. The double image in front of his eyes turned into a hallucination.He saw him being surrounded and served by seven or eight beautiful men and women, and he saw himself stepping on the top of his wife's head and accepting apologies from a group of villagers.

He shook his head and laughed, the uglier and more obscene he laughed.

With a plop, he passed out on the ground.

What woke him up was the noise of the baby.

He was very familiar with this voice.

He considers himself uniquely masculine and attaches great importance to the succession of the family.So he married a woman and let this woman bear him a child.

But he had an instinctive dislike for children, especially babies.

Whether he heard his son crying, laughing, or babbling, he was so irritable that he wanted to beat his wife.He did hit his woman many times for it.Once drunk, he even lifted the baby and threw it into the cooking oil pan. Fortunately, his wife stopped him in time at the cost of burning half of his arm, otherwise...

Otherwise, his grand plan of inheriting the family would be ruined again——he thought so.

But soon, the cries, laughter, and noises of those babies made him resentful again. He wanted to kill those annoying little things, he wanted to—

He looked up.

He was stunned.

His pupils suddenly narrowed, and his teeth began to chatter.He kicked and kicked, and couldn't stop backing, and then found that there was no way to retreat.

"No...no...no..."

"Don't...don't...don't don't!"

His trembling voice turned into a cry of fear.

The weak who have no threat have become the most threatening thing at this time.

Yes, what he saw was a baby.

It's a baby's face.

Many babies' faces.

Many, many baby faces.

Countless baby faces.

……

No matter how harmless things are, if they increase in number and present a certain special arrangement, they may give people a sense of terror when gathered together.

What's more, the faces of these babies are not real babies when you look closely.They are more like exquisitely crafted rag dolls, wooden dolls, and jade dolls.

They hover around the alcoholic, driving him to the brink of collapse.

"Wow ah ah ah ah ah ah !!!"

Long before the drunkard yelled in terror, He Chengqi and other bandits had already dispatched.Because as early as when the drunkard stepped into the mountains, the strangeness had already appeared.

"Boss... What exactly is this?"

"The eruption period of the resentment compound this time should not be so fast, and the form of this eruption..."

Outside the cave, a group of bandits said in astonishment when they saw the cloud of bluish-purple mist in the mountains.

Before they finished speaking, a gray face and two slender claws rushed towards them with howling sounds.

He Chengqi swung out his straight saber to break it up.

"Calm down. You can handle it." He Chengqi said, "According to the previous method, act separately, remove the resentment one by one, and seal the rift in the underworld."

"Yes!"

When the Bandit Sect was ordered to set off, all the big and small Kunpeng in the fairyland also broke away from the fairy space.

"Boss Chengqi?"

"The situation is different now, you try to cooperate with them as much as possible."

"it is good!"

He Chengqi noticed the young man behind Kunpeng.

"Zili?" Miao Kun asked suspiciously.

"Let me help too," said the fairy boy.

"Well, just do your best, you don't have to force it." He Chengqi nodded.

After the divine beasts and bandits scattered to various places, He Chengqi went to the place where the resentment was the strongest.

Resentment, extremely depressing, but also extremely wonderful.

Resentment can blur people's emotions, allowing hatred to diffuse between perceptions.

People may violate the principles they have always believed in because of resentment.It may also be because of resentment that the principle is taken out of context and changed arbitrarily to cater to the heart.

Resentment does not come and go quickly like hatred and cruelty, it is sticky, it is difficult to detect if it is covered up a little, and it can be passed on with a little diffusion.

The struggle between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law and the resentment in the palace are not as grand as thousands of years of ups and downs, without the heroism of family and country feelings, and without the tragedy of sorrow and sorrow, but like a knife kiss, it cuts off the softness and kindness in people's hearts piece by piece. For thousands of years, The dripping blood spreads and continues to be passed on.

The same is true of resentment.

It doesn't matter whether it is prosperous or not, they are always there, and they will appear from time to time, making people feel sad, but they can't grasp it.

Even if it is the "spiritual grass" that is a fairy thing, they can only perceive their appearance, but cannot determine their specific location.

He Chengqi found the most critical place because of the sharp and piercing shouts from the alcoholic.

When He Chengqi reached the alcoholic, the latter had already urinated all over the floor, his body curled up in one place, and his eyes lost focus.

"Can you hear me?" He Chengqi asked the alcoholic.

But the alcoholic has lost his mind, and the only thing left in his mouth is: "Baby...baby...baby...baby...baby...baby! Wow!!!!"

That sound can be described as loud.It masks something.

However, He Chengqi accurately grasped what it was covering up.

It was a small flying knife.

At this time, the handle of the knife was between He Chengqi's two fingers poking behind his neck.

There is more than one flying knife.

In fact, there are tens of thousands of them.

Like sparks, like wind and sand, like the wind blowing and turbulent hair, strands and strands rushed towards He Chengqi.

The mother-child pair of knives swirled behind the back, suddenly swirled to the front and side of the body, and suddenly moved around the head. The fine flying knives fell in response to the sound, and disappeared before falling to the ground.

They returned to their original owners.

Like all resentment products, this one is also gray and black, the facial features are frightening, and the gums and orbital bones are directly exposed.

But it also has its own characteristics, it has no limbs.

When those little flying knives returned to him, they were entangled by thousands of strands of his hair.

"It's you." He Chengqi said.

"... Yi... Mu... Yi... Well... Wow..." The monster opened its mouth and made a special sound, as if its vocal cords hadn't moved.Extremely hoarse, but also extremely light.

But He Chengqi could hear the meaning of this word.

That's what "you remember me" means.

"I remember these throwing knives and this long hair." He Chengqi walked towards it, "I remember such a person—"

"It's just that I never thought that his resentment would be captured so accurately by the dead plant..." He Chengqi said when the knife was cut out, "Thus, it took shape and became the most miserable thing in his life." appearance."

The monster threw knives wildly and wanted to resist, but in the end he was no match for He Chengqi, and was shattered into countless pieces under the knives of the son and mother.

He Chengqi wanted to put away the knife, but saw the fragments gathered again.

"Brother Chengqi, why are you so ruthless! Back then I watched you and Brother Mo grow up!"

A face—a normal human face appeared at his knees.

That man was like the gray monster just now, with loose hair.

That face brought back the memory that He Chengqi had buried deep in his heart, and also aroused strong and vague emotions related to this memory.

"Brother Chengqi!" the man called out again.This voice is extremely affectionate.That is companionship, brotherhood, kinship——

He opened his arms and hugged him.These are not real arms, but two empty sleeves.

He Chengqi stepped back.

But the threat at this time is not limited to the one in front.

The alcoholic didn't know when he stood up, he was no longer what he was before, he became so quiet, as if he didn't exist.

When He Chengqi was busy dealing with the resentment of his old friend, the alcoholic raised his wine jar.At that moment, the wine jar turned into a sharp weapon due to some unknown force, and stabbed straight at He Chengqi.

There was a "pop" sound.

The sharp object plunged into the soft things.

That soft thing is a mushroom.

Mushrooms growing on tree trunks.

He Chengqi, who had already dodged to the side, slapped the drunkard lightly on the back of the neck.

While the drunkard passed out, He Chengqi grabbed two empty sleeves that flew towards him.

"Brother Chengqi, how can you have the heart...how can you bear the heart!" The resentment that had completely changed into a human form was crying, and the voice was extremely miserable and real.

Only He Chengqi understood how much it resembled someone he knew.But in He Chengqi's eyes, there was no emotion at all.

When he raised his hand and slashed at the "old friend" with the long knife, the "old friend" suddenly let out an "ah", and then collapsed with blood dripping from his neck.

"Brother Mo..."

After the "corpse" fell and disappeared, the man behind it melted the ice blade in his palm.

Mo Fang took his place.