forty-two

There are no four seasons in the cultivation realm, but there are day and night changes.

The sun will not set at this time, just like the day two hundred years ago—

The last heat on the horizon burned Ming Zhan into a hearty orange yellow.

Mo Chuan would often look at the horizon in a daze at this time of day, and the location was limited to the vicinity of the abyss of unemployment. Because the sunset in other places can be cold or brilliant, but it is not this kind of scenery.

It's warm like a gust of wind that wants to carry people away.

At the same time, it is also the most dazzling light.

When the sunset came, Mo Chuan sat lazily by the window, smoothly knocking on the small melon seeds, silently lamenting that he didn't know how long he hadn't been so literary and artistic.

“…… Click. ”

When I was seventeen years old, I didn't learn to read stallions, I didn't know what BS was, I didn't use an electric donkey and an X-disk, and I was also a little white flower that everyone loved. The year of literature and art, tsk.

“…… Click. ”

But now labor and management have become villains, and in the face of a bumpy future, they unfortunately bid farewell to the lewd life of hand-tossed cucumbers prematurely.

“…… Click. ”

The small melon seeds in the Western Regions taste really good. The decision to let Qi Ling go to the Western Regions again to buy some back was really wise.

Window.

The water flowed slowly down an irregular trajectory, and a few young birds gathered together on the tall trees, chirping crisply. Their feathers are pale grayish-white, with a tender yellow beak that opens and closes, and slender tail feathers that are cocked.

The spirit beast's long groan, through the swaying leaves, came from afar indistinctly.

Mo Chuan lazily looked at the scenery outside the window that was somewhat dim due to the dissipation of the sun, his senselessness was very keen, and he could perceive all kinds of subtle movements around him.

As soon as you close your eyes, you will see thousands of tiny creatures, breathing and moving, whispering softly in a no-man's land.

It's so peaceful that even the passage of time seems to slow down.

Even Mo Chuan couldn't help but want to sigh at the hypocritical words of "The present world is stable, and the years are quiet". Then he shook off the goosebumps that were disgusted by himself, and continued to be hypocritical happily.

Who doesn't want a stable life?

It's not a bad thing to be able to spend the rest of your life in such a paradise-like place.

It's a pity that things in the world can't be as smooth sailing as people think, and they are as warm as fairy tales printed on paper.

It was rare that Xiaobai didn't pester him every step of the way, but took Mo Chuan to find exercises for him to practice obediently. Maybe it was a person who was idle and panicked, and after Mo Chuan used a bunch of □□ to make himself so hypocritical that he almost couldn't swallow melon seeds, he began to think about a question that he had never seriously thought about before:

Which is more painful, dying by exploding or dying in the hands of the protagonist?

Visually speaking, it is like a balloon exploding. The monk's body, its flesh, and bones, are the membranes of the balloon, and there is always a certain limit to what it can bear, and the aura is like the air that has been filled into the balloon, and once it exceeds a certain critical point, it will explode when it touches it.

But it's not appropriate.

Mo Chuan's situation should be: the balloon was tied with a rope from the middle, forming a blockage, and the filled air could not break through the blockage, and it accumulated more and more, and eventually it could only go to ruin.

There are two kinds of explosions and deaths, Mo Chuan's kind is passive, and Qi Ling's kind in the original book is active, which is the so-called "self-explosion".

Mo Chuan has seen a description of the death method of dying by exploding in the original book, and it is also to blame on the perverted protagonist, who is tired of killing his sister or something, no matter how many times he thinks about it, he still wants to cut the protagonist with a thousand knives!

…… But it does seem to hurt.

Probably the feeling of a comminuted fracture all over the body?

Never before has an otaku who has been hurt more severely than cutting a small cut in his hand with a fruit knife, and his heart is silently haggard......

Then he imagined death at the hands of the protagonist.

Suffering all kinds of injuries, vomiting blood, stubborn resistance, and then being hit by the heart or something, it's just abuse!

In the original book, the decisive battle between the protagonist and the Blood Flame Venerable lasted for seven days and seven nights, that is to say, during these seven days, the Blood Flame Venerable had to keep being injured and vomiting blood - of course, the protagonist was not unscathed, and it was no better than the Blood Flame Venerable - and then was killed by the protagonist.

The picture is so beautiful that he can't think about it!

In the original book, the Blood Flame Venerable was not afraid of pain, but he was afraid!

In such a comparison, Mo Chuan instantly felt that dying by exploding was not a particularly unacceptable way to die, even if it hurt, that is, it hurt, it was much better than dying miserably after being tortured for seven days and seven nights.

As for people, they still have to know how to be sufficient. Being able to be a villain who dies quietly is a kind of luck from a certain point of view.

After the contented villain figured it out, he once again strengthened his determination to eat and drink well and wait for death, and he knocked the little melon seeds that Qi Ling's sister went to the Western Regions to buy in a comfortable mood, and was so leisurely that he was about to fall asleep.

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door, accompanied by the sound of brisk footsteps.

- Well, it's not sudden, even if Mo Chuan has no intention of investigating, his keen sense still faithfully reports the identity of the person who came when he approached

"Dad. A shadow appeared on his head, and the breath belonging to another person began to approach, "Xiaobai misses you so much." ”

The young man with long silver-white hair and light blue beast eyes sat on the ground leaning on Mo Chuan's chair. The floor is covered with soft blankets, and it is very comfortable to sit on.

Mo Jiukong adjusted his posture, put his head lazily on Mo Chuan's lap, pillowed his arm, and meekly lay on Mo Chuan's lap.

Mo Chuan was stiffened by his intimate movements, but he didn't push anyone away in the end.

"Hmm. He replied expressionlessly, "I ...... Missed you so much. ”

It's only been a few hours since I saw him and I'm next door, think about it! If it weren't for taking care of Xiaobai's feelings, he would never have said such a greasy thing!

Because of the posture problem, Mo Chuan couldn't see the face of the person on his legs, but could only see the pure and smooth long hair, and a small neck exposed because of the side head. It is a white to almost transparent color.

Mo Chuan's melon seeds are no longer eaten.

As if tempted, he reached out to the hair that had been traced a warm and soft halo in the sunset. Wrap around fingertips.

It's soft and slippery.

The man lying on his lap let out a comfortable sigh, like a small beast, unconsciously behaving after being caressed. But he's just a little beast.

It's just a little bit of a problem......

This kind of sigh is placed on the soft and cute little fox, Mo Chuan can accept it without any obstacles, but once he is replaced by a stunning beauty, he makes this kind of sound, which has a bit of a seductive taste, ambiguous and straightforward. Although the beauty is a man or his nominal son, he can't help but look indistinguishable, and his son is not biological.

It's a person, it's a man, even if it's a man like Mo Chuan who doesn't want to [whoops], he can't help but think in an ambiguous direction.

Mo Chuan: "......"

This kind of pleasant feeling of knocking melon seeds but suddenly entering the midnight field is so sad.

Sure enough, after he bumped into the of Mu Kunfan and Yeluxiu, and opened the door to the new world, was it completely shattered. You can also get up against your own son, what about shame?

In the face of this situation and all kinds of psychological activities, he almost wanted to sigh that there are such filthy people in the world.

Mo Chuan, who was filthy in his heart, reflected for thirty seconds, slowly released the fingers that were wrapped around the little white hair, and recycled it.

Or don't move your hands and feet, let's chat happily, don't touch us!

As a result, before he could take it back, he was held down.

Xiao Bai straightened up, holding Mo Chuan's wrist with one hand, and there was clear dissatisfaction in his eyes.

Xiaobai's voice was aggrieved, "Touch it again?" ”

Listen, this pure tone! People don't think about anything else at all, just to be coquettish! This kind of action of begging for stroking Xiaobai has done it I don't know how many times before, and he hasn't thought much about it!

Now there are suddenly those bad associations, probably because Xiaobai is no longer a round ball, but has grown into a bewitch-like beauty......

Sure enough, you still can't resist the temptation of beauty......

Mo Chuan felt a huge sense of shame in his heart for a moment, but in order not to let this ambiguous atmosphere continue to ferment, he still didn't put his hand back according to Xiaobai's wishes, but grabbed Xiaobai's hand with his backhand.

Sao Nian's posture is also very problematic, if you are a man, you have to be tough, don't always be spicy and weak and boneless!

"Get up. He pulled the man up with force, "Sit here"

Xiao Bai obediently cooperated with his movements, got up from the ground covered with soft fur, and sat beside Mo Chuan.

The chairs were large, and the tops were the same as the floor, covered with soft and thick fur.

Mo Chuan was a little glad that he had chosen this spacious, comfortable and soft seat at the moment

If nothing else, it's because it's so spacious, so spacious that it can be used as a sofa, and five or six adults don't have to worry about crowding it when they sit on it.

Sit down with two people, that's not a matter of worrying at all.

Xiaobai came up close again, looking at him with bright eyes.

After staring at Xiao Bai's light blue beast eyes full of little stars pikapika for a while, Mo Chuan silently lowered his head and looked into the distance.

Mo Chuan was speechless for a while.

Why do you want to stick it so close......

The chair is very wide, and you are squeezed.