An ordinary gray-tiled house, the night outside the house is like ink, and the candle flame in the house has been blown out.

On the bed, "Lady, don't think so much." Maybe the demon king can't find us and leave here, and maybe because we are entangled by that group of people and can't get out... In short, for the sake of the child in the womb, I have to have a good rest. ”

Mr. Kong caressed Hu Siniang's belly, because the number of months was not long and he was not pregnant, and he only felt like he was rounded.

In the dark, Hu Siniang's eyes, which were no different from ordinary people, flashed with some ghostly light. Listening to her inaudible sigh, "Lang Jun, if one day, even God wants us to separate, we... ”

Mr. Kong said nervously, "God, why does God treat us like this? My father and mother left early, teaching and educating people all day long, and have never done anything harmful!"

"But I'm a demon. ”

Mr. Kong sneered lightly, and pounced on the side of Hu Siniang's face with some warm snort, and he said, "Demon, what's wrong with the demon? It is said that there are gods in the sky, and no matter how powerful they are, they have to speak a reason." If you really want to separate us, I will go up to heaven and complain!"

"What a nerd. How can you, a mortal, sue?"

Mr. Kong didn't think about how he got to heaven. Probably sleepy, his eyelids drooped up and down, and after a while, he closed his eyes and quietly fell asleep.

Hu Siniang is a demon and pregnant, so she sleeps lightly.

About an hour later, in the quiet and silent courtyard, there was a sudden sound of rustling.

Hu Siniang opened her eyes and nudged Mr. Kong next to her, but when she saw that the person was not awake, she had to crawl out and collapse by herself.

It's so late, but there is a figure wandering around the courtyard.

When Hu Siniang pushed the door and stepped out, she couldn't help but panic when she saw this situation. The moonlight was hazy, and I couldn't see the man's face clearly.

She twisted her three fingers lightly, rubbed out a small ball of flames, and approached the man with the same expression.

The man was still facing away from this head, but somehow he took a few steps back one after another, and his footsteps were unsteady and almost crashed into Hu Siniang behind him. Fox Siniang deftly avoided it, and the man just turned around and saw the man's face clearly with the glimmer of his fingertips.

It is the male owner of this house, the bricklayer Lao Pan.

The light flickered and fell on his face, the eye sockets under his eyes were faintly blue, his cheeks were sunken, and his eyes were scattered with divine light but he went straight past Hu Siniang and looked at the front of the void.

I don't know what he saw, and he turned a blind eye to the fox Siniang in front of him.

This is, delusion? Hu Siniang was shocked, but she couldn't do anything at the moment.

Mortals call sleepwalking a delusion. After falling asleep, I will wake up in the middle of the night, and I can't talk or wake up.

Otherwise, it will scare him into losing his soul. Once a person loses his soul, he will be stupid at best, and he will never wake up until the oil runs out.

The door of the room was opened again, and Mr. Kong rubbed his misty eyes and looked at this end.

As soon as the words came out, Hu Siniang urged the demon power to teleport in front of Mr. Kong, and reached out to cover one of his mouths. He pouted lightly and motioned not to speak.

Mr. Kong was a little overwhelmed and looked at the strange old Pan in the courtyard. According to Pan's words, Lao Pan's leg has been injured, and he should lie down and not move around at will.

--What happened to him?

Mr. Kong learned to be obedient, pressed Hu Siniang's hand, and moved his mouth silently.

After a while, the expression on Old Pan Muran's face changed suddenly, and his legs and feet trembled like chaff, and he retreated step by step while staring ahead.

Seeing Lao Pan's frightened expression, Mr. Kong's hairs stood on end for a while, and he unconsciously looked back along the line of sight, and the roof was empty, so he breathed a sigh of relief and relieved himself.

The moonlight in the courtyard is unknown, only the grass and trees in the corner of the wall move with the wind.

Old Pan seemed to calm down, and began to drag his injured leg and staggered into the house, stumbling at the threshold. He sat on the ground, holding his head and struggling, but his body jerked violently, and soon he froze in place, hanging his head against the door.

"Lady? Mr. Kong waited for a while before asking in a low voice.

Hu Siniang remembered something, and only said after coming back to her senses: "It's just a maze, you can help him go back to the house." ”

Mr. Kong promised to help Lao Pan up, and Pan, who came out of the back room, exclaimed, "Oh, why is my Lao Pan on the ground?"

Pan immediately stepped forward to check on Lao Pan and was relieved to find that the person was asleep. Mr. Kong on the side explained embarrassedly: "It's a sin, my old Pan didn't get up at night for no reason before, you see that his whole person is like a demon." It all started when he was injured in the leg... ”

After speaking, he wiped his tears with his sleeve sadly. As soon as Pan, who had calmed down, raised his eyes to Shanghu Siniang, the whole person was stunned: If Fang Cai wasn't dazzled, how could he look at Mr. Kong's wife, and those eyes were glowing red?

Hu Siniang also felt Pan's suspicious gaze, and quickly lowered her head to remove the different colors in her eyes, and restored the brown eyes of ordinary people.

In the second half of the night, except for Lao Pan, no one in the house slept soundly.

At three o'clock, you can hear the rooster crowing in the distance. The night faded, leaving a little coolness.

In the thatched pavilion on the bank of the Ono River, the two of them and the two demons each leaned on one corner and slept soundly. The spotted cat woke up suddenly, raised its head, and jumped out of Zhou Xuanqing's arms gently.

It stared at its wide round blue eyes and saw a long figure floating down from a tree.

The four meat pads couldn't help but stretch out their claws, and their tails were towering, but they only dared to linger on the steps of the thatched pavilion, snoring in their throats and suppressing their cries.

Yan Qingjun leaned under the long weeping willow tree, the thin willow stirred the ink hair that swept over the shoulders with the wind, and as soon as his quiet gaze touched the spotted cat, he took his eyes away and landed in the pavilion.

His appearance was silent, and it did not alarm Zhou Xuanqing and the others inside.

is still the same cold and detached appearance, quiet with deep thought, eyes like the fog of distant mountains, like clouds and smoke, elusive.

'Meow', the spotted cat finally barked boldly.

In just a moment, at the moment when Zhou Xuanqing and the others woke up, Yanqing disappeared incognito.

"What's the noise? It's still called spring in broad daylight!" Lu Shiyi really shouldn't mention which pot, the hand that rolled up his sleeves froze, and seeing that Liu Yanshu's expression was wrong, he hurriedly pulled Mo Huaigu, who was on his back, and hurriedly escaped from the pavilion.

After walking more than ten zhang away, he let out a long sigh and said, "It's so dangerous, Hou Ye won't be angry, right?"

Mo Huaigu turned his head sideways to look, and patted Lu Shiyi's head seriously, "What kind of character does Master Hou have, don't you know yet?"

Woohoo lament, how could you offend the Hou Ye early in the morning? Lu Shiyi thought about it, turned his head and stared at the spotted cat viciously: It's all you, a little brute!

Liu Yanshu also went to the battlefield in the past, the desert was deserted, born and died, and when he was in trouble, he also slept on the ground as a bed.

But--he looked at Zhou Xuanqing: There was obviously a way to solve the trouble last night, but he believed in her evil and came here to sleep for the night. So much so that the whole body is uncomfortable.