Since the greeting, Mandala Hua has been silent, not that he is shy, but he does not know what to say, although he has ten thousand familiarities in his heart, but after all, he knows very little about Manju Sahua, and Manju Sahua is the same.

So both of them looked at the other side in silence for a long time, and suddenly at which point, the two raised their heads at the same time, looked at each other and smiled, and Mandala Hua finally found the topic:

"Uh, your injuries don't matter, do you?"

Manzhu Sahua covered her chest, coughed lightly, and said:

"It's fine."

There was a childlike voice that did not match the girl's age, Mandala Hua was a little relieved, he was still a little puzzled, and finally asked:

"Well, can you tell me what happened? You know, we have seals on our bodies, and it's almost impossible to be controlled by the demon spirits. Can you remember a little bit? ”

Generally speaking, the gods, ghosts, and humans who are covered are almost unclear about what happens next, and there may be a general outline, but not the details.

Sure enough, Manzhu Sahua frowned and thought for a long time, then shook his head and said:

"I just remember that not long after I walked in front of the other side flower, I lost my memory all of a sudden."

She suddenly had a little impression back, and raised her wrist to check, there was a scar on the white and delicate skin, not a bruise, a contusion, etc., but a bite mark after being bitten by insects and mosquitoes.

"I remember watering the flowers and it seemed like something jumped up and bit me"

"What's that? Can you describe it? ”

Mandala Hua asked. Manzhu Sahua pondered for a moment, but slowly shook her head, she seemed to feel a little guilty:

"It's too fast, I can't see what it is, it's like a puff of white smoke."

Could it be the soul that was suppressed by the two worlds of heaven and the underworld? Mandala Hua conjecture.

He crouched down and carefully observed the black flower, if it wasn't for the hands and feet of the white spirit, then where did the red flower go when it was destroyed? Was it taken away by the demons?

Manzhu Sahua also squatted on the ground and watched, Mandala Hua glanced back at her, she also happened to look at her, and the two exchanged their eyes again, and smiled again!

It was an indescribable sense of joy, with which all words are nothing more than annotations.

Mandala Hua sat down cross-legged and began to tell her his story.

......

......

When Yu San'er returned to the underworld, he did not find his father, Sandian Yanjun.

He pondered for a moment, then went down the corridor to the backyard, and when he saw that the phosphorescent light in the eldest brother's room was still on, he looked left and right, and then pushed the door and walked in. With a wave of his hand, he told them to retreat.

The light in the room was a little dim, and a strange smell of choking permeated it, and he had been here many times, and he had long been accustomed to it. Slowly walked to the inner room, the low bed tent made him unable to see the face of the person lying on the bed, he gently lifted a corner, lowered his head, and looked very closely: the eldest brother ---, who was born from the same father, and whose father regarded him as his life.

"Fuck off! Little mongrel! ”

"If you go to the dinner table again, I'll kick you to death!"

"Rubbish! Hurry up and get out of my underworld with your waste mom! ”

He scrutinized it, slowly savoring the howls of the past in his mind, and he could even repeat them all over again without pulling a beat, and he could change the subject to whatever he wanted.

"Grandson! Look at what you can do! ”

He squirted a breath into the eldest brother's face with his nostrils, the eldest brother still had his eyes closed, motionless, as if he didn't feel anything at all, he suddenly laughed silently, laughing extremely happily, so that the originally delicate face, the muscles were spasmodic and uncontrollable, and a drop of hara spun and fell on the eldest brother's eyes and mouth,

He hurriedly wiped it, and pressed his hand on the eldest brother's face, but there was no wiping action, he used one finger to wipe it in a circle, until it was mixed with the oily skin on the eldest brother's face, and he took the foam directly into the eldest brother's mouth and nostrils.

While wiping, he suddenly felt that the eldest brother's mouth was a little dry, he cocked his fingers, searched around, saw the hot tea on the coffee table by the bedside, took a sip of it, rinsed his mouth, but connected the mouthwash with a mouthful of thick phlegm that came up in his throat and eyes, and silently spit it into the eldest brother's mouth. The liquid overflowed the eldest brother's mouth, dripping down the corners of his mouth on the pillow and then onto the mattress.

Well, it's a bit like a demented child's face. He was a little satisfied, and used his other hand to pinch the eldest brother's cheek, allowing the phlegm to completely drown in the eldest brother's throat, and then stopped.

It's a masterpiece of its own! A perfect masterpiece that has not been known to the people, he feels that no matter how many times he has seen it, he can't get enough of it. For the work that took him several years, countless painstaking efforts, and countless scheming to complete, who hasn't seen and watched, appreciated and appreciated?

Narcissism? No way.. He argued, unimpressed by the sneer in his ears.

In the middle of the ring, he felt a little tired, so he sat idly on the edge of the bed,

I've been in bed for so long, big brother, are your muscles still there? He asked warmly in his heart.

He lifted the quilt sideways, revealing one of his eldest brother's arms, the skin of which had wrinkled like a rag on his bones, and he looked at the stout arm that used to hold his neck under the crunch socket, and laughed at the muscular little mice who had suffocated himself countless times:

What a fucking thing, just run, say good loyalty!

He really felt sorry for his eldest brother, so he put his mouth close to his arm, and he took a look. Biting.

But his hand reached back into the eldest brother's quilt, groping and moving the eldest brother's thighs,

"Shouldn't you move your legs?"

He asked silently. The eldest brother still didn't answer.

He pinched his eldest brother's leg with his fingernails. and other parts. He felt that he was too gentle in any case to give back the sins he had suffered one night when he was 12 years old, and countless nights afterward, even one thousandth!

He had a smile on his face all the time, a smile that was extremely happy. It was such a delightful room, more to come back in the future!

After a long time, he finally had enough of being happy, stood up, and bowed respectfully. I opened the door and walked out. The two maids guarding the door saw him walking away, and hurriedly ran back to the bed, quickly opened the eldest brother's quilt, rolled up the trouser legs, checked the sleeves, and the nail marks with traces of blood made them shake helplessly:

Alas......

Yu San'er returned to his room at this time, his mother was already waiting in the room, heard footsteps, stood up and groped forward:

"Alas, you child, you don't come to see your mother for a few days, come, let your mother take a good look at you. Is that lost tooth healed? ”

Yu San'er helped her mother sit down on the bed, letting her mother rub her face and look at it, her mother's eyes were open blankly, of course, no object could reflect her eyes, her palms were delicate and warm... Yu San'er's hand pressed on his mother's hand, so that his face was close to it, and when he saw a strand of gray hair falling on his ear, he pulled it up for his mother:

Mother must have been beautiful when she was young, and it made people palpitate! There must be too many people around her, and she must have been praised as a princess, so she simply and naively believed in rhetoric.

"Well, it's good. It doesn't hurt at all."

He repeated what he had said to his mother when he was 6 years old, and her mother smiled reassuringly, and suddenly remembered that there was still soup simmering on the stove, so she screamed

"Sweet beans, sweet beans, bring the soup stewed for the young master, the soup should be drunk while it is hot"

Sweet Beans will naturally never say yes again.

"Mother, I just came back and drank two big bowls, it's delicious!"

As he spoke, licking the tears that had slid to his lips with his tongue, he silently dried them with his cuffs:

Mother, I want you to be born again!