Before dark, Mingyue returned to the courtyard, and her face had returned to normal. In his left hand he carried a hen and in his right hand he held a bundle of herbs. The leaves of the herbs are green and dripping with raindrops, as if they were recently picked.

Zitong breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly greeted him, "Where have you been?"

He looked at Zitong quietly, "You are not in good health, I will give it to you, find something to make up for it." ”

Zitong grabbed his arm and shook it, "You have to tell me where you go in the future, I'm afraid." ”

"Yes."

This episode made Zi Tong's heart palpitate, afraid that he would run away silently again, although he had good eyesight in the dark, Zi Tong still lent him the light and followed him into the kitchen with an oil lamp on his head. Watch him kill the chicken silently, pluck the feathers, disembowel, fry in the pot, and then stew it in a casserole with the herbs.

Suddenly, he whispered, "Go out and stay, the kitchen is smoky and smoky." ”

"No," Zitong immediately refused, "I'm afraid you're gone again." ”

He turned his head to look at Zitong: "Don't go, I want to protect you." Raising his hand to brush the hair from her mouth behind her ear, with a faint herbaceous fragrance on her hand, "I'd rather pay any, the price." ”

I never thought that Mingyue, who was honest, would say such romantic sweet words, Zitong smiled shyly, and the sweet taste overflowed her chest, like a silly girl who had just fallen in love.

Not long after, a cup of hot chicken soup was served.

"It's so fragrant." Zitong threw herself on the edge of the table and dipped her fingers in some chicken soup and put it in her mouth. The fragrant chicken and the bizarre herb flavor mix together to create a wonderful umami taste, but the fly in the ointment is that the herb taste is a bit bitter.

She frowned: "It's a little bitter." ”

"The more you eat, the more fragrant it is," he filled a bowl of black chicken soup, blew it carefully, and handed it to Zitong, "Drink the soup first." ”

Zitong was convinced of his cooking skills, and took the soup with a smile and took a sip carefully. It's delicious, but it still has a faint bitter taste, but it's delicious.

Zi Tong exclaimed: "Chef Ming's skills are amazing. ”

"Eat slowly, there are still dishes." He turned and went into the kitchen to serve food.

Zitong blew off the oil slick on the soup and wanted to take another sip.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in her stomach as if it had been torn by two hands, and she screamed in pain, and then she clearly felt a sharp convulsion in her stomach.

It hurts, so painful that Zitong can't even scream, so he just fell off the bench and knelt on the ground. Involuntarily opened his mouth, retching for a while. Clearly felt the contents of her stomach slowly being pushed by a force, up her throat, and then rushed into her mouth and squirted, along with her tears, to the extreme.

"Zitong......" Mingyue rushed over and patted her on the back.

"I have a cold......" couldn't help but explain, because she felt embarrassed to spit Zitong like this. But as soon as he opened his mouth, more yellow filth spurted out of his mouth, and this time he might even vomit bile.

Finally stopped vomiting, and Mingyue helped Zitong to stand up. At the moment when they straightened up, a hot force rose in their lower abdomen, which suddenly spread, penetrating thousands of pores on their skin and crashing out.

"Pop ......" a sharp cracking sound rang in my ears.

At that time, Zitong only felt that her whole body was soft and soft, and the feeling that it seemed that the strength of her body had been drained in an instant, was not uncomfortable at all, but she was tired and panicked.

When the power was released, she suddenly bent down and hugged her stomach, sweating profusely.

Zitong gasped for breath, looked around, and froze.

The bowl on the table was almost completely shattered, and the chicken broth and chicken were dripping to the floor. Mingyue sat on the ground in the corner of the room, her right shoulder shrugged at a strange angle, as if she had dislocated.

Zitong was stunned: "What happened?" ”

"Good boy...... "Good boy," he muttered, pressed his left hand on his right shoulder, and "clicked" to reset his right shoulder, then stood up against the wall.

"Yes...... What did I do? Zitong was confused.

But he just glanced at Zitong's waist and turned around and went into the kitchen.

Mingyue is a stuffy gourd, and no one can take out what he doesn't want to say. Although he knew that he was very wrong today, if he didn't say it, Zitong could only guess in his heart.

hastily ate dinner and went to bed, always feeling that I didn't sleep well, and Zitong suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. There was not the slightest movement beside him in the dark, and he reached out to the side and touched only the cold futon, and the bright moon was not there.

Outside the courtyard, the sound of knocking kept coming.

Zitong got up with her clothes on, and walked to the outhouse with an oil lamp in her hands.

When I opened the door, Mingyue was squatting on the ground in the courtyard, holding a stone and hammering something, and I couldn't see clearly in the black light.

"What do you do?" Zitong asked.

"Go to sleep." He replied without looking up.

It's really a youkai who doesn't be honest, and she really wants to come up and take a look, but after a moment of hesitation, she goes back to the bedroom.

When I woke up the next morning, breakfast was prepared on the table as usual, and there were some snacks.

Zitong walked outside the door and was taken aback.

Overnight, the yard changed.

The courtyard is surrounded by a fence made of bamboo strips, and the bamboo strips are engraved with exorcism runes. There was a large net on the top of the head, woven with finger-thick hemp rope, covering the whole house and the courtyard. The surrounding eaves are covered with exorcism copper bells, and the wind tinkles. The ground is littered with traces of buried exorcism charms......

This kind of anti-demon formation is like lighting hundreds of mosquito coils in a closed room, not to mention that mosquitoes can't get in, and even elephants have to faint. It's not too much, not to mention, Mingyue herself is a demon, and it won't be comfortable to live here.

Who is he guarding against? Where did the others go?

Zitong turned around and didn't find anyone, remembering his abnormality yesterday, knowing that he must be busy with something again, so he had to wait at the door. Unexpectedly, after waiting for a day, I realized that the dim sum on the table was the lunch prepared by Mingyue for her.

Where the hell did he go?

Zitong was nervous and anxious......

In the evening, he finally returned with a few small mountain sacks.

"Mingyue ......," she shouted.

"Uh-huh......" he replied and went straight into the kitchen with no expression on his face.

This expression made Zitong very aggrieved.

Is there a cold war with her? Did she do something wrong?

After hesitating for a while, Zitong was finally unwilling and entered the kitchen.

The sacks have been opened, the noodles, the meat, the chicken, the duck...... It's all food. On the table are pots of freshly fried red oil dumplings and several pots of freshly steamed vegetables.

"Mingyue, what are you doing with so much food?" Zitong asked.

He intently fiddled with the browned ducks in the oil pot: "Come here, learn to make a fire." ”

Zitong didn't even think about waving her hand to refuse: "No, I don't want to learn." ”

She likes to eat firewood-cooked meals, but she doesn't like to burn firewood. Black and white ash came out of the stove hole, making people gray. Sometimes, the firewood that has not been burned to dry will emit black smoke, which will choke people's throats.

Mingyue didn't make a sound, and it took a while for his blue eyes to look over: "Before going out, I will make dry food." You have to learn to cook noodles on fire, hot dishes, and noodles. ”

Zitong was stunned for a moment, and then asked anxiously, "Where are you going?" ”

"I'm going to get it back, way."

"Go back?" Her voice trembled a little.

"Yes."

"Won't you stay here for a while?" Zitong hasn't had enough of such a peaceful life.

He turned his attention back to the pot: "No, we want to, go back as soon as possible." ”

Zitong suddenly felt the urge to cry, for her, happy days are always fleeting, and they have always been like this.

"You hate me? Tired of playing? Immediately following this sentence, Zitong herself didn't know why she would ask such a question about living a gentleman's belly with a woman's heart.

Somehow after listening to her words, Mingyue was silent for a while, and said for a moment: "For a period of time, there can't be two identical individuals. When I was in the Republic of China, I was sealed in the tomb of Meng Xiaowan. Therefore, I can fool the time, with you here. But I can't use it, python power. If I use it, the other one I wake up. I can't protect you, thoroughly. So, we have to go back as soon as possible. ”

Zitong smiled and covered her mouth with her hands: "Oh, I see. You can't use demonic power now, and you're afraid you won't be able to protect me, so you want to send me back. ”

"Yes......"

"It's a fart, it's true that there is chaos now, but aren't hundreds of millions of people alive in the world? They are human beings, and they are not afraid of what you are afraid of. Even if you can't use demonic power, you're pretty good at being a vampire, and it's more than enough to protect me. Zitong walked up to him, wrapped her arms around his tight waist, and rubbed her face against his chest. In her life, she would never use the second pleading tone to persuade softly, "I will turn back into Zitong when I go back, but here I am Liu Yue." Liu Yue only belongs to Mingyue alone, how can Mingyue be willing not to want Liu Yue? ”

Before the words fell, he pressed Zitong's shoulder and pushed her away, looking down at her quietly: "Liu Yue has no soul, if you die here, your soul will be wiped out." I must, send you back. ”

Zitong's throat was very blocked: "So, you don't want Liu Yue's body anymore?" ”

"I can't."

"Are you really willing?"

His eyes flashed slightly, and he said word by word: "She...... Got ......."

Then seeing his lips move, as if he wanted to say something, without waiting for him to open his mouth, Zitong turned around and walked towards the door.

"Zitong...... You don't want to ...... Is it a sea? ”

She couldn't help but stop in her tracks.

Sea......

She naturally wants to be with Canghai, and the premise of being with Mingyue is to ignore Canghai. From the very beginning, Canghai was destined to be the reason for her and Mingyue to break up.

Zitong pulled out a smile: "Then that's it, thank you for giving me a lot of good memories." After saying that, he walked out of the kitchen, and he didn't forget to close the kitchen door.

Before the door was closed, Zitong's tears had already fallen, strings of strings, and they couldn't be controlled.

Zitong was very uncomfortable, and her mind was a mess......

Mingyue is the only man she gives everything and gambles her life to be sincere.

But he actually took the initiative to dump her......

The bedroom was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers, and it was silent. Under the cover of night, Zitong whimpered for a long time without scruples, and finally cried so much that her throat was hoarse, but the clues in her head gradually became clearer.

She can't stay here forever, sooner or later she will have to go back, and sooner or later she will have to break up with Mingyue.

Mingyue is an old goblin who has lived for hundreds of years, and it is impossible for him not to understand this. Perhaps, she should be grateful to Mingyue for taking the initiative to be the villain who broke up, so that she doesn't have to feel guilty.

So he wiped his face sore by tears, combed his hair neatly, and Zitong returned to the kitchen.

The pot was covered with a lid and was steaming with steam. Mingyue sat in front of the stove, unhurriedly adding firewood to the dry hole, and her unfazed expression was painted yellow by the firelight.

Sitting next to him, Zitong unconsciously twitched her nose itchy from crying: "Teach me to make a fire." ”

After teaching her how to burn firewood, Mingyue decided to go out immediately.

"Do you remember what I said?"

When she walked to the door, Mingyue confirmed again.

Zitong was absent-minded: "Remember." ”

"There's me around, the barrier of cloth. Don't step out of the barrier. ”

"Okay."

"Vegetables should be steamed thoroughly, not cold rice."

"Okay."

"Clean the stove, remember the fire, and bury it with ashes." He repeats himself endlessly.

Zitong was a little anxious, and just hoped that he would leave quickly: "I know, I know, if you don't worry, take me along?" ”

"With me, it's not safe, I'll be back as soon as possible."

"Oh."

"Don't forget, eat on time."

Of course, Zitong continued to agree: "Okay." ”

He pursed his lips, his eyes staring at Zitong, his eyes flickering slightly. But at last he didn't speak anymore and walked out of the courtyard.

Quiet around the house.

There was no sound of insects, no birds, not even the wind, only the occasional drop of water dripping from the trees. The surrounding woods were perpetually thick with fog, as if a very thick and wide gauze tent had descended from the sky, covering the house in the middle.

This is a fantasy land protected by the bright moon with an enchantment.

I don't know how many days have passed, and in the middle of the night, Zitong, who was sleeping soundly, was suddenly woken up by the heat wave. Sitting up, the smoke billowing all around him blocked the view, and he couldn't see anything. The heat swirled around her, scurrying through her airways and in her internal organs, giving her the feeling of a whirlwind for a moment.

She grabbed the clothes from the pillow and rushed out.

She fled into the courtyard in a few steps, and when she looked back, black smoke was gurgling from the rooftop, and the door frames and windows were roaring with their mouths open like demons, and they were constantly spewing fire. The kitchen was burning out, the flames were red in half the sky, and the pillars crackled and twisted in the firelight. Even after a long distance, his face was still hot and stinging from the fire.

The fire burned all night, and at dawn it rained heavily, and the fire was gradually extinguished. But the house was almost burned down, and only a few charred pillars were still standing in the clearing. Zitong squatted under the big tree to hide from the rain, and by noon the rain showed no signs of stopping, and her stomach was hungry. I had no choice but to go back to where the kitchen used to be, hoping to find something to eat. But I searched and searched, but there was nothing but coke and a few dishes.

Zitong stood in the middle of a pile of coke, her hair and clothes drenched in the rain, and the water flowed down from her fingertips, looking up at the sky and crying without tears.

I was stunned for a while, and my stomach rumbled. The big living people can't be starved to death, so Zitong decides to go outside to find something to eat.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the mist became thicker and thicker, and it was almost impossible to see the scenery from ten meters away.

There wasn't much food in the woods, just some tender bracken and pine mushrooms. The food was covered with rainwater, and it was hard and cold to eat. Zitong carefully put the things she found in her bag, planning to wait for the rain to stop before burning the fire and eating it.

Walking and walking, I noticed that something was wrong. Although she kept walking forward, it was like going around in circles for half a day.

The Bright Moon's Enchantment.

After thinking about it, she used a wooden stick to pull the dead branches and leaves on the ground as she walked. Finally, I found an amethyst stone buried deep under the fallen leaves, and hurriedly pulled out the amethyst.

Almost at the same time, an eerie gust of wind swept through the trees, making a gurgling sound. The thick mist in front of him surged excitedly, gradually spreading out to both sides, revealing some clear space.

Zitong was greatly encouraged, and dragged the wooden stick into the place where the fog had just dispersed. The further you go, the more sparse the trees become, and the fog thins out. She gradually quickened her pace, and finally stepped out of the woods, and a dense field of buds appeared in front of her.

Zitong ran over happily at the moment, picked an ear of fat buds and broke them. Before a few ears were broken, there was a crackling sound in the grass hut not far away, and a person came out of it.

He was a middle-aged farmer with a straw hat and a coat and a steel fork in his hand.

Seeing Zitong, he was stunned, and then raised his steel fork and rushed towards me violently: "The little beggar dares to steal my corn!" ”

Zitong had a cold war at the moment.

"I'm sorry!" She shouted as she turned and ran.

And the farmer's voice behind him was getting closer and closer: "Kill you!" ”

Zitong ran for a while without a head or brain, shuttling on the budding rice fields and ridges, no matter how slippery the ground was and how sticky the mud was.

"Break your legs!"

It wasn't until the steel fork stabbed down that the whirring wind licked the back of Zitong's head, and her apology suddenly turned into anger. Bastard, don't you just steal a few buds and use them to kill people?

When it was too late, Zitong's body jumped over the command of the brain and took action by itself.

She crouched down, and with a stick in both hands, slammed it back, and struck the farmer in the stomach.

The farmer's raised steel fork froze in mid-air, his eyes wide open, and his expression glazed.

Then a hot ball of energy rose from Zitong's lower abdomen, surged down his arm to his palm, and bounced out violently.

The farmer flew up as if he had been hit by something, and flipped two heels in the sky before landing ten meters away.

It's really a whole person flying out......

Zitong's consciousness was a little stagnant.

It's not the first time, could it be that this is her superpower as a possessed soul?

She wanted to walk over to see the other party's injuries, but when she moved, she realized that somehow, she didn't even have the strength to raise her hand at this time.

She was holding on to the wooden stick and wanted to stand up, when she suddenly heard a sister-in-law in the distance shouting in her voice: "Thank God, it's Miss." (To be continued.) )