"To the donor, the front is to the village. "Nothing suddenly stopped.

Deep in the woods in front of us, a wisp of cooking smoke drifted through it, and the faint sound of laughter passed through, and the village seemed to be lively.

I shook the heavy faucet, and my voice was so weak that I muttered, "It's finally here, I'm almost hungry......"

Since Jackie Chan, I haven't had a full time, followed Ben Wu to hurry for a few days, and I didn't open meat much, and there was no oil and water in my stomach, and I had sung 800 times just in the empty city, although I was bitter in my heart, but I didn't dare to complain about half a word.

Being a dragon like me, there is nothing more aggrieved, right?

Ben glanced at me intentionally or unintentionally, and said quietly: "Xiang Shibei seems to be in good spirits today, but he has reduced it a little. ”

Can you not clear the minus!

I immediately choked on my throat and replied bitterly, "I'm almost malnourished!"

Ben Wu shook his head and smiled helplessly.

After getting acquainted with him, I found that this monk was quite easy-going, not as cold as when I first met, a kind-hearted animal, no matter how many legs it had, it was always easy to get along with.

"The front is the destination of the poor monks, but most of the old and young women and children in the rural villages, I am afraid that I will be frightened when I see the benefactor, so it is better to ......"

He stopped talking, and looked at me with a polite and kind smile, as if to say, 'Why donor, you should be conscious and leave quickly, and you don't need to ask the poor monk to ask you away, which seems quite rude, do you think this is good?'

"Not good. "I flicked my tail and refused.

Ben Wu was stunned, "What did you say, donor?"

"Are you going to drive me away......" I blinked at him, clenched my claws into fists against the bottom of the dragon's mouth, twisted my neck and coquettishly: "People don't eat fish because of you, don't drive people away~"

When I was a female ghost, my body and mind and my internal organs rejected such a delicate and contrived way of speaking, but now that I am a dragon, I feel like I am wearing a doll suit, and I have completely let myself go.

A few hours ago, in order to coax me to talk to me, I also did a full set of things that were splashing and rolling on the ground.

Sure enough, seeing me put on this kind of greasy and lifeless pose, Ben Wu quickly looked away, but he still replied

He replied, "If the donor does not want to leave, then he will turn into a long worm and hide it in the sleeve of the poor monk." ”

It seems that it was planned for a long time.

I pouted, "Is there any other choice?" ”

Ben Wu shook his head, and told me very clearly with his eyes: It's not a dragon, it's a worm.

"But ......"

I used my dragon claws to shake away the bird that landed on the horns, and I was helpless to say, "I won't change." ”

It's true.

When I came to this life, I had no father, no mother, no one to teach, and when I opened my eyes, I was an adult dragon, where did I know how to transform and cultivate, and it was not easy to follow a monk's side to survive.

Ben Wu sighed softly, and when he turned his palm, the light flashed, and there was a wooden bowl in his hand.

Even so, please be patient with the benefactor. As he spoke, he silently recited a string of obscure words, and the wooden bowl immediately emitted a soft pale golden glow towards me.

Immediately after that, I suddenly saw my body begin to shrink, shrink and shrink, and fly uncontrollably towards the wooden bowl.

By the time I could react, my dragon had fallen into a large, dark and empty hole.

"Where is this?!" I asked, tilting my head.

Ben Wu's voice slowly floated from above, "Master Xiang, you are in the wooden bowl of the poor monk, as long as you don't leave here, you won't regain your dragon form, and you won't scare the innocent people in the village." ”

"Why didn't you take it out sooner with such a good thing!" I stomped my foot in anger, and the wooden bowl shook violently.

If I hadn't been able to take this thing out earlier, I wouldn't have been hungry and hurrying, I just had to shrink into a wooden bowl and let him walk with me!

Ben Wuyue reacted, and sighed helplessly, "Hey, donor, it's better to do everything yourself." ”

I coiled myself up, buried my head and didn't squeak, and couldn't help but slander in my heart: If I hadn't walked with you, I would have flown to this village to drink saliva!

Honmu stopped talking, and continued walking towards the depths of the woods.

About another hour passed, and night was falling, and I looked up sleepily when I looked up to the small one above my head

The small sky was already dark, and there was a faint glimmer of moonlight casting through the shadows of the trees, but because the bowl was so small, I couldn't see much more.

Ben Wu knocked on the outside of the wood, and there was a crisp thump.

"To the benefactor, we have arrived. ”

Oh.

I craned my neck, claws clung to the edge of the mouth, revealing the part above my eyes, and stole a look around.

At this moment, a few steps in front of Ben Wu is the plaque at the entrance of the village, with three big characters on the book, "Flower Full Village", about at night, the moon is bright and the stars are scarce, I look at the word red ink and oil, as if it has just been filled in.

From here, you can see the layout of most of the village, about forty or fifty households, all wooden huts and thatched huts, built around a loess well, and occasionally the sound of chickens and dogs smelling each other.

In general, this village is located in the wilderness, and it is not easy to have such a scale.

It's just that......

It was just after nightfall, and there were no lights in the village, and the doors and windows of every house were closed, which seemed a little strange.

After a general glance, he continued to walk through the torii to the village.

I always felt that since he officially entered Huaman Village with one foot, the temperature around him has become different, although the mountain is humid and colder than other places, but the cooling in this village is very different from other places.

It's as if the cold wind turned into long little needles, piercing into the cracks of the bones, making people want to shiver with coldness.

As the monk walked, we found the problem, each house looked like a village, but in fact it was different, the weeds in the front yard and the back yard were densely grown, and the dust in front of the door seemed to have not been cleaned for a long time.

And the most special.

On the door of every household in the village, there is a clay doll, the doll is extremely realistic, round and chubby, some look very honest, some look very well-behaved and cute, and some are smart beans at a glance.

They sit or lie down, jump or run, different postures, different shapes, they are all so vivid.

At this time, the monk suddenly stopped, frowned, and looked coldly in one direction.

I followed his gaze and looked ahead to the left......