The sixteenth (second) and Ancheng Murong Shan threw a gun and tasted wine on Mogaro, the island in the middle of the lake

Mo Jialuo completely reined in the spiritual pressure, at least with the spiritual sense of Shi Nian Yuanchen Micro Realm, he did not perceive that the Holy Son of the Night Wolf Clan, who had the cultivation of the Tongli Realm, had a trace of demon yuan overflowing.

At the wharf of the island in the middle of the lake, all kinds of flowers are in full bloom, like translucent butterfly trees carved from sapphires, and purple and red are dotted in the sea of blue trees. The pupil fox demon clan who like beautiful things has set up a lot of benches and swings for rest along the edge of the island, and it is evening, many adult fox demons sit on the chairs and stools, talking while looking at the young/children who are playing not far away, some of the young/children don't even have any signs of transformation, they are still foxes at all, jumping and jumping to catch butterflies, chasing the drifting glow, and under the glow of the dome canopy, everything seems extraordinarily quiet and peaceful.

Shi Nianyuan held the little fox and sat on the hemispherical swing covered with vines, swinging and shaking, Mogaro sat on the bench next to the swing, looking at the rising and falling water waves, and the two gray and black pointed ears on the top of his head shrugged and shrugged, as if he was listening carefully to the sound of the undulating tide.

After a long time, the Holy Son of the Night Wolf Clan broke the silence in the unskilled Terran language: "When I first saw Ruohu, I was just like you now, only in the Dust Realm, and at that time, Ruohu was already extraordinary. ”

"That year, it coincided with my father's millennium birthday, and the Night Wolf Clan held a birthday banquet and invited guests. The Pupil Fox Clan and the Night Wolf Clan have been friends for generations, so the Queen of the Pupil Fox Clan Poria led a team to come and celebrate her birthday with gifts. Mogaro didn't seem to be good at telling, so he paused for a moment, as if he was sorting out his thoughts, and then he spoke again and continued: "Where the Night Wolf Clan is located, unlike the Water Moon Cave Heaven of the Pupil Fox Clan, the Warcraft Forest is entrenched in many tribes, led by the three forces including my Night Wolf Clan. The Night Wolf Clan sits in the Shenxi Plains region, and confronts each other with the Day Tiger and Stone Rhino Clans in a three-legged posture, and the three clans are safe and sound on the surface, but in fact, in secret, in order to compete for resources, all kinds of friction and conflicts are continuous. ”

Mogara raised the wolf claw in his right hand, flipped it up and down, and withdrew his gaze from a distance, casting it on the sharp nails in front of the wolf claw: "The wolf demon is a little different from other demon clans, the wolf demon will treat the unenlightened wolf beast as a clansman. In the Night Wolf Clan, we call those who have not been enlightened beasts. Mogara looked at the vast waters of the Water Moon Cave again: "The reason why this is so is because in order to survive, the Night Wolf Clan has to use blood sacrifice baptism to guide the young people to transform into shapes, but the baptism is not safe, and there is a great possibility that the young people will degenerate into beast relatives......"

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The double full moon twice a year is a sacred day for the young people of the Night Wolf Demon Clan to receive blood sacrifice baptism, even if it is the Night Wolf King's thousand-year-old birthday, it must make way for blood sacrifice baptism.

Endless Moon has draped a mysterious silver veil over the Warcraft Forest.

In the Shenxi Plain, the Night Wolf Clan gathered in the Night Wolf Castle, the adult clan quietly gathered around the altar, and the young clan stood solemnly on the altar.

In the center of the altar, there is a square sacrificial tripod, under the command of the priest, all kinds of demon beasts are slaughtered by adult wolf demons one by one, and the blood is put into the tripod.

After the sacrificial tripod was filled with blood, the priest waved his staff and began to chant around the sacrificial tripod, while chanting, he also made all kinds of strange movements, on the sacrificial tripod, the complicated spirit forbidden patterns lit up, and the warm blood in the tripod gradually boiled. At this moment, the spirit forbidden was opened, and the blood flowed out of the hole, and then flowed along the shallow ditch on the altar, and the blood flowing out of the altar gradually outlined a blood-colored circle on the altar.

The blood-drawn patterns emitted a demonic aura that appeared from time to time, and as the priest chanted, the aura became more and more stable, and eventually, all the formations scorched and lit up, generating a beam of blood-colored light that shot into the sky.

The spiritual power of the free heaven and earth was attracted, and it converged towards the magic circle, and there were two moonlight beams that seemed to be attracted from the Xuandu Xuan Candle on the magic circle.

On the altar, a red, two white, and three rays of light reflected each other, enveloping every young wolf demon standing on the altar.

On the altar, Mogara's limbs were trembling, because of excitement, but also because of nervousness. Bathed in three rays of light, Mogaro felt that the demon blood in his body was speeding up, and it was becoming more and more turbulent and hot. The gray and black little wolf had a bloodthirsty impulse in his heart, and he couldn't help but look up at the moon and look up to the sky and howl.

In the Night Wolf Castle, the immature wolf howls of the young wolves came and went.

Endless pain overwhelmed Mogaro, a hysterical pain that was everywhere in the body, every inch of skin, every muscle, every bone, every cell.

The priest meticulously presided over the blood sacrifice baptism, and the Night Wolf King stood in front of the Night Wolf Castle, paying solemn attention to the altar. Each member of the Night Wolf Clan has a chance to enjoy baptism, but the result of baptism varies from person to person.

Some people will smoothly produce different degrees of incarnation because of baptism, so as to get closer to the body of the heavenly beings, paving a long way for future practice, and similarly, some people will lose their spiritual wisdom in baptism and degenerate into beasts.

The Night Wolf King actually knew that it was not a good way to promote the seedlings, after all, as long as the demon clan cultivated step by step, it would gradually transform sooner or later, although it was also dangerous, it was much safer than this method of ripening. It's just that the wolf demon's cultivation talent is low, and if he wants to gain a foothold in the Warcraft Forest, he must have strong enough strength.

Like the young wolves, Mogara was well prepared by the priests before he was baptized. It's just that when he was bathed in the three rays of light, enduring the pain that life was worse than death, and the bloodthirsty killing intent gradually submerged reason, Mogara knew the deep meaning of the so-called baptism.

Wash away the groove meal and retain the essence.

The Night Wolf King's gaze was fixed on Mogaro, his youngest son.

Mogaro, who has inherited the excellent bloodline, has made rapid progress in transforming into a heavenly body, except for the head, arms, calves, and tail, and most of his body has been transformed into a heavenly body. And now, Mogaro's head is changing, but the Night Wolf King's Heavenly Heart has captured Mogaro's increasingly chaotic intelligence.

Mogara's eyes were bloodshot with bloodthirsty murderous intent, bloodshot, and red pupils, if he couldn't keep the spirit platform clear and stick to the past, his spiritual wisdom would dissipate, and his transformation would return to zero, degenerating into a beast without spiritual intelligence.

Poria stood beside the Night Wolf King, feeling the girl behind her gently tug at her sleeve. When she turned her head sideways, Poria met Ruohu's clear and flawless eyes, half worried, half inquiring.

Poria sighed and spoke to the Night Wolf King.

The Night Wolf King looked at the snow-white pointed ears and shrugged the girl, the plush long tail swayed anxiously, the Night Wolf King, who had fought all his life and exuded a chilling killing intent from time to time, in the shock of the demon yuan, he actually showed a wisp of pleading: "The Holy Maiden of the Pupil Fox, please." ”

Poria stroked Ruohu's head, and her slender fingers pinched one of Ruohu's snow-white pointed ears: "The cultivation methods of various ethnic groups are different, although they are similar, they are not the same, don't be too reluctant." ”

Ruohu Peach Blossom's eyes narrowed, and she nodded with a happy smile.

A thrilling dance, the spirit enlightens all beings.

When Mogara came to his senses, he saw at first glance that in the void above the sacrificial ding, the incomparably pure moonlight of the Xuandu Xuanzhu was completely reduced to a foil for the girl's dusty dancing.

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"At the end of that baptism, miraculously, no one degenerated into beasts. At the subsequent birthday banquet in Night Wolf Castle, I had not yet adapted to the new body, and Ruohu who sat next to me taught me a lot. ”

Shi Nianyuan on the swing didn't know how to reply, closed his eyes and thought about it, stopped swaying, took out a gourd from the Sumeru ring and threw it towards Mogaro, Mojialuo subconsciously caught the gourd, opened the lid and smelled it, and then frowned and took a small sip of the contents of the pot.

"What is this? It's hard to drink......

Shi Nianyuan took out another gourd and came out, opened the lid and invited him to drink, and the Holy Son of the Night Wolf Clan, who had not been cultivated by the wine culture, would certainly not react.

Shi Nianyuan took a sip of himself: "Wine." In the Terrans, many people drink when they are happy, when they are sad, and when they are unhappy and not sad, they also drink. ”

Mogara frowned, took another sip, felt the spiciness, and shook his head, "I don't understand, it's not delicious." ”

"Drink it, drink it, it's delicious. Shi Nianyuan smiled, and took out several bottles and pots from the Sumeru ring: "On the Tianshan Mountain, wine is not easy to get, these are the last time I troubled Senior Brother Xu Yueban to bribe the foreign affairs disciples of Qinglan Peak to bring them up the mountain." ”

Shi Nianyuan raised his hand again to invite a drink: "In the human race, when friends drink together, they will invite each other like this, and then touch the glass, and then drink together." ”

"Friend, clinking glasses?" said Mogaro, and then, after a long silence, the ebb and flow of the tide seemed to suddenly become much louder.

A gust of night wind struck, blowing the sea of flowers and trees swaying, a petal of sparkling flowers floated into Shi Nianyuan's swing, and a butterfly leaf floated to the Mogara chair.

"Do you like Wakako?"

"Do you like Wakako?"

The two of them spoke in unison, and then fell silent at the same time.

"You just said that you shemales drink this when you're sad...... Wine?" Mogaro finally turned his head to Shi Nianyuan, and when he saw Ruohu in Shi Nianyuan's arms, he immediately lowered his head and looked at the gourd in his hand, and his gray and black pointed ears hung between his messy hair: "Is it because you drink it, you won't feel sad?"

"Yes or no...... Shi Nianyuan scratched his head: "The taste of each is a hundred turns and a thousand times, and you have to be drunk to know that the wine is strong." ”

You have to love before you know it.

"What is drunk? What are you saying, it's hard to understand, I don't really understand. ”

"If you drink too much, you will always get drunk, and even if you don't get drunk, you will learn to get drunk without knowing how to get drunk. Once a person is drunk, he may not be able to figure out what he can think of, and he may be able to figure out what he can't figure out. ”

"Drunk, isn't it drunk?" Mogaro's voice was very soft: "The language of your shemales is always weird......" Mogallo raised his head and drank all the wine in the gourd, and Mogallo, who did not carry a drop of spiritual power, had a flush on his face, and seriously felt the spicy taste.

"Can you give me another wine?" Mogaro's eyes dodged, but he still didn't look directly at Shi Nianyuan.

Shi Nianyuan threw over a wine jug again: "Don't say anything about wine, it's called a pot like this, and it's called a gourd like that just now." Shi Nianyuan pointed to his side: "This is called a bottle, this is called an altar...... The main thing is to see what you use, if you can't tell the difference, it's good to use a cup. ”

"A glass of wine. Mogaro muttered softly, then removed the lid of the pot, and raised his hand to invite Shi Nianyuan just now.

Shi Nianyuan was stunned for a moment, lifted the gourd in his hand, and drank it with Mojialuo.

"I'm afraid that I won't be able to protect Ruohu, and I've been cultivating hard against time. Mogaro took another big sip of the wine that he thought was very unpleasant: "As long as there is something in my heart that I want to protect even if I die, I really don't want to waste any time trying to become stronger." ”

Shi Nianyuan nodded silently, and then reacted that Mojialuo's gaze had been turned elsewhere, and he let out a light "um".

When Chang Chang - Chang Chang -

Mogallo put down the empty flask, and the flask spun around the ground several times, and just as the flask was about to be emptied, Mogallo stretched out his right wolf paw and held the flask.

No matter what it is, even if you never actually pick it up, it seems to be quite difficult to put down.

Shi Nianyuan jumped off the swing with the little fox in one hand, flicked his sleeves with the other, and several spiritual silk threads stretched out from the fingertips, binding the wine bottles of the large and small wine jars, walked to the bench, sat down beside Mojialuo, and put the little fox on his knees.

"I thought that when you saw me, you would beat me up first. Shi Nianyuan handed over a wine bottle, but Mogaro did not refuse.

"I originally thought the same thing, but I didn't expect that you only had the Dust Realm, let alone that you had her blood contract soul seal. Mogala paused: "She must like you very much, and she will be sad if I hurt you." ”

As he spoke, Mogallo's gaze flickered, as if he wanted to get a good look at the little fox, but he always turned away as soon as he caught a glimpse of the little fox.

If you want to laugh and laugh, it is the most heartbreaking.

Shi Nianyuan sighed: "Why don't you take a good look at her?"

"It's distressing to see her like this. Mogala paused and took another sip of wine: "Seeing you holding her, it hurts." ”

Shi Nianyuan called softly: "Mojialuo." ”

Mo Jialuo, who was suddenly called by his name, was stunned for a moment, and looked up at Shi Nianyuan's eyes for the first time.

"You're crying. Shi Nianyuan said softly.

"It turns out that the shemale calls this crying, and Gurry is in the Night Wolf Clan, which is a particularly shameful thing. Mogara tilted his head and wiped his eyes.

Shi Nianyuan lifted the wine bottle and touched the wine jug in Mojialuo's hand: "Gree, is that what you said? In my hometown, there is an old saying that men don't flick when they have tears, but they don't get to the sad place. Shi Nianyuan put down the wine bottle, gently picked up Ruohu and handed it over: "You...... Do you want to hug her?"

The Holy Son of the Night Wolf Clan was shocked, put down the wine jug in a daze, and slowly raised it with one hand and one paw, but when he lifted it halfway, he put it down again, picked up the wine jug and drank it directly.

The self-taught Mogaro let out a long sigh, suddenly looked at Shi Nianyuan, looked at Shi Nianyuan who was holding the little fox, and smiled: "You didn't lie to me, this thing is wine, drink it, it's delicious." ”

The first taste of turbid wine is easy to get drunk......

The Holy Son of the Night Wolf Clan, who was drooping his ears, stood up, and the Great Demon of Tongli Realm actually stood very staggering.

"There are many magical powers associated with the Blood Pact Soul Seal, in the future, she will definitely teach you some, but there are some, I think, she will not teach you, this is for you-" Mogaro handed over a beast bone to Shi Nianyuan: "Count me as a request, you must learn it." ”

Shi Nianyuan took it, and the spiritual sense probed in, and a long or short demon yuan shock came.

"The unified language of the demon clan, you will understand it sooner or later. Other than that...... Can you give me this wine?" Mogara pointed to the little wine jar left at Shi Nian's feet.

Shi Nianyuan nodded: "Well, you can." I'll learn it sooner rather than later. ”

"We've had drinks and glasses, but I don't think we're friends. Mogara turned around, leaving a tall, thin and lonely back: "Take care of her." If not—"

A powerful spiritual pressure suddenly overflowed but converged extremely quickly, and the wind did not blow a single fluff of the snow-white little fox sleeping on Shi Nianyuan's lap.

"Otherwise......"

A few drops of water suddenly landed next to Mogara's feet, making small splashes.

He is connected to Ruohu's life, what can I do?

"I'm leaving. ”

Before the voice fell, the figure of the Holy Son of the Night Wolf Clan had disappeared.

The dome canopy is dimly fluorescent, and the night breeze on the edge of the island in the middle of the lake sends cold.

Mo Dao's heart is like iron, you can't see it, there are flowers all over the field, and it is full of blood in people's eyes.

End of the seventeenth round

P.S.1. When preparing to upload this chapter, Mayfly suddenly realized that today was Valentine's Day, and I didn't know whether the content of this chapter should be disappointing, or, in response to the occasion? However, when I know someone, I am never afraid that it will be too late, that he has been injured and shed tears, that he has been in the middle of the night like a knife, that he has been in pain until he has insomnia all night, and that he has a person who still lives in his heart, but who is no longer possible, not jealous, but feels that time has worn away his true heart so cruelly, how much does he hurt? Far away, in short, I wish every reader, may you have someone to warm the wine, may you have someone to heat porridge, if you have not found that person, please also believe that the best of him, must be the same as you, every day is working hard to live, running hard, maintaining a clean circle, looking forward to the moment of meeting you, Happy Valentine's Day - thank you for supporting Mayfly, supporting "Xinghai Senzuka", supporting the genuine, supporting Zongheng Chinese Network.

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