Su Shu, you treat me as Meng Ze...... Or treat me as Nie Su.

It's not a difficult question to answer, but I was stunned by it at the time. He didn't ask me if it was okay, this question really surprised me, and I suddenly realized that what I had just thought about was that this emotion would be over for hundreds of thousands of years.

Why not this half a year? Why didn't you meet Meng Ze for half a year?

I know how to drink and tell the truth, and I know that what I think unintentionally is what I really think. But I was a little scared, why did I suddenly feel that the person in front of me, I had been waiting for hundreds of thousands of years.

The immortal in front of me regarded my silent thoughts as hesitation, caressed my cheek with his fingers, and comforted me in a warm voice, "It's okay...... In this way, it's good. ”

I couldn't help but hug him, and the moment my skin touched, the scars all over his body brushed my skin, and in the slight itching, I raised my hand in a daze and touched the scars on his body. The slightly hot temperature spread from his skin to his fingertips, and Xu is immortal power recovered, but through the hideousness of this scar, he felt the pain when the dream tapir was torn and he fought with his sword.

In the midst of the sword rising and falling, a rain of blood mixed with a cry of grief and indignation poured into the spiritual platform from the fingertips-

Dream tapirs from all directions burst up, tearing his flesh and blood apart.

I saw his bloodthirsty eyes: "It's you brutes!" You brutes killed her! Give her back to me! ”

"Do you regret it?" I asked.

"Regret what?"

"I regret my revenge, I regret being in prison, I regret being bitten by so many dream tapirs, and I am covered in wounds."

There was a little light in his violet eyes: "I don't regret it, I'm happy, Sushu makes me happy if you're fine." ”

"Does it still hurt?" I choked.

He shook his head: "It doesn't hurt." ”

But I still couldn't help rubbing a few times, trying to soothe the heart that was desperate and desolate under the pain that he had thought that his old man had passed away.

This action was changed back to the immortal on his body and said in a low voice: "Su Shu...... I'm afraid I won't be able to be a gentleman......"

I hugged him tighter, "Meng Ze, you have a better time." ”

After saying this, I felt that tears were about to flow out. I don't know why I want to shed tears, I can't tell why I want to give myself to him so much, why I want to comfort someone like this, why I want to vent my emotions in this way.

He called out my name in a deep voice.

I call him.

So that night, the mortal fairyland rose and fell several times, sweat and rain could not distinguish each other, listening to the sucking sound overflowing from his mouth, watching the tent from the dark night to the dawn of dawn, in a trance, I couldn't tell whether this thing was absurd or happy, but I knew that in this vast life, my entanglement with Meng Ze could no longer be cleared.

When I bought this room, I paid a lot of gold leaves, because the next morning, no one came to disturb me, but I was tired and my whole body ached.

He wrapped me in his arms, but there was no tiredness in his voice, but some faint joy, slightly stubble rubbed against my cheeks, hugged me tighter, and comforted: "I look at you, you sleep for a while." ”

I looked up at him, and when I spoke, my voice was so hoarse that I was startled: "You...... Have you not done the courtesy of Zhou Gong with your little ladies and have no experience...... How did you do such a thing to make people so miserable......"

When he heard this, his cheeks turned unnaturally red, but he quickly covered my eyes so that I could not see that he was blushing.

Ben Shenzun, who was covering his eyes, suddenly felt that Meng Ze, an immortal, was quite interesting.

After a while, he suddenly remembered something, and there was a bit of joy in his tone: "Sushu Shenzun doesn't seem to have experienced this kind of thing, so he feels painful?" ”

I pulled his hand covering my eyes, and said seriously, "Although this god has not experienced it, I have been exposed to it in this mortal world for many years, and I have seen a lot of ......" Speaking of this, I suddenly thought of a girl I had seen in the Qinglou, who would drink decoction after the clouds and rain so as not to add a doll, so I panicked, "Meng Ze...... You go and ask for a bowl of medicine......"

"What medicine?" He looked worried, "What's wrong with you?" ”

This god remembered another incident, and he wanted to cry a little: "You said that this mortal abortion pill has no effect on us immortals?" ”

As soon as this sentence was settled, the fairy who wrapped me in my face darkened.

The next moment, he turned over and pressed me, and in shock, he felt his handsome face suddenly approach and bite me hard.

I probably figured out his temperament, and he seemed to like to bite people. But I didn't expect his anger to come up, and he could drag me into Wushan again in this bright daytime.

When this deity was lying on the bed of Muhualou, and when he couldn't even move in pain, he thanked his ancestors and immortals who had gone up for 500,000 years and descendants who had gone down for 500,000 years.

After tossing until noon, he grinned and bathed before he was pulled into his arms and fell asleep.

When I was drowsy and fell asleep, I heard the fairy stick to my ear and whispered, "Sushu, I will treat you well...... and children's. ”

So that day, I really dreamed of a child.

I seem to have dreamed of this child before, and he grabbed my sleeve and called me "sister" tenderly.

In that dream, I was often beaten by a powerful immortal, so that I could only go to the mortal world from time to time to hide.

There are many interesting places in the mortal world, such as theaters, teahouses, and markets.

That scene was in the mortal bazaar, and I was very famous in that bazaar because of the gold leaves. The children playing in the bazaar were very fond of me, because when they could not get a copper coin from my father's mother, they often got a gold leaf from me, and because they listened to me, I became the head of the children. If I squatted on a mound, I could attract many children in front of me. In such a scene, those vendors selling clay figurines, dough sculptures, and sugar gourd strings all came over one after another, so that no matter how inconspicuous the mound, as long as I squatted, it could become a treasure land.

When I wanted to eat sugar gourds, I was always followed by a dozen children, large and small, and I numbered them and asked them to stand in a row. After dividing the sugar gourds, they squatted next to the mound with me, and I squatted in the middle, with five or six dolls on the left and right, and the situation of eating sugar gourds often aroused onlookers. This kind of day is really a pleasure. The children of which family often listen to the words of their parents and send some sweet potatoes, white taro, etc., and there are also children who sell charcoal at home to send me some charcoal leftovers, occasionally set up a brazier in the market, borrow some straw paper from the shopkeeper of the bookstore opposite, light the charcoal, roast and roast sweet potatoes, burn taro, and invite a group of dolls to eat together, and I am very happy all day long.

One day, when I was eating roasted sweet potatoes with a group of dolls on this fire, I saw a doll wearing a cloud white satin gown, which was very cute and pink-carved, but looked at us timidly and did not dare to talk to us.

I beckoned him to come over, but he took a few steps back with his little hand in his hands.

The little one didn't walk very well, and as soon as he stepped back, he tripped up and fell straight backwards.

At that time, this girl was very kind and warm-hearted, put down the roasted sweet potato in her hand, stepped forward, picked up the doll, and touched his little face very kindly, and touched the charcoal ash on her hand before she peeled the sweet potato skin five ways.

Although the little doll was a little stupid, he looked down and saw that his cloud-white satin gown was stained with charcoal ash, and then looked up and saw the paw prints on his own face from my eyes, and was a little excited, and cried with a wow......

The little doll was not easy to cry, and I carried him from one end of the market to the other, but I didn't see his father.

It wasn't until he wanted to get rid of my dusty claws that a burst of majestic fairy aura suddenly burst out of his body, cutting a few cuts on my arm, that I suddenly realized that this doll was from heaven......

So he hurriedly took him back to the mortal house.

I asked him who his father was, but he wouldn't say; I asked him where he was calling, and he didn't understand; I asked him how he got from heaven to mortal, and his grandmother didn't know how to get there. For the first time, Ben experienced despair.

Since then, in my peaceful immortal journey, which is only regularly beaten, there is one more thing to doll - to serve this doll.

This doll doesn't speak much, but she has a very bad mouth. My cooking skills, which can't hold up the wall, have improved by leaps and bounds because of the arrival of this doll. Later, because I still had to guard Nie Su, I had to go back to heaven and be beaten again. Naturally, when I went back that time, I also brought this doll back together.

From then on, when this girl was beaten, in the distance, in an extremely hidden place, there was a doll watching the battle.

It wasn't until much later that I couldn't speak because a piece of his soul had been stolen by a demon.

In my dream, I felt very sorry for this doll.

But I feel that the things I experienced overlap with the past in this dream. I made sure it was overlapping......

I couldn't help but stiffen and woke up from a dream. Looking back at the dream scene in a daze, he suddenly remembered that Yin Zheng was the body of an evil demon.

Meng Ze's nervous voice came from overhead: "What's the matter, are you having a nightmare......

I shook my head, relieved myself, and tried to recall the scene in my dream, but I found that it had all dissipated into smoke, and I couldn't grasp it. All that came to mind was the word "demon".

I looked up at him in trepidation: "Do you remember...... Yin Zheng? ”

He stroked my hair and comforted: "I remember, don't worry, he doesn't seem to have anything to do with Wen'er, the Emperor of Heaven promised to make Yin Zheng an immortal, and he won't break his word." ”

"Like...... It seems that Qingyue Xingjun has not finished writing his life chart, Yin Zheng has not yet ascended to the immortal, he is still a mortal body, and if he continues to consume it, he will be old. I feel a little flustered in my heart, can you go with me to the command? ”

He kissed me on the forehead, "Okay." ”