In the mountains and forests in autumn, the ripe and sweet yellow is revealed among the stacked greens, which makes people feel faint warmth when they look at their hearts. The clear stream is like a belt, clear as the innocent eyes of a girl. The sunlight shines through the layers of branches and leaves, casting dappled and broken gold.

The women were laughing and laughing and washing clothes by the stream. Shi Xihua glanced at it and picked a clean place to stay away from them.

"Well, look there. The woman in the dark red turban pouted downstream: "Where is the little wave's hoof?" ”

Shi Xihua rolled up his sleeves, revealing a pair of slender white forearms. The face without powder looks white and transparent against the backdrop of the autumn scenery. Ten fingers soaked in the clear stream water, after a long time, I also felt a burst of coolness.

"Little fox charmer, look at her appearance, a prodigal blank who was born to seduce men. The other woman rolled her eyes and rubbed her clothes in her hands in hatred.

Suddenly, as if she had gone mad, she poked the stones and mud at the bottom of the stream with her laundry stick, and the clear water instantly turned into a turbid dusk and flowed downstream.

"Hey, what are you doing?" The woman in the headscarf was not happy, frowning and poked her shoulder: "We haven't finished washing yet, what kind of demon are we doing!"

"Whole that little wave of hooves, tell her to seduce men. The woman smiled wickedly, stirring up even more vigorously.

The other, who was a little younger, took advantage of the fact that the two of them were secretly snickering, sneaked behind the bushes, and walked around behind Shi Xihua like a cat.

It was originally clear, but suddenly it was dirty. Shi Xi Huahuan's laundry became more and more dirty. She looked up, frowned slightly, and looked upstream, only to see that the two women couldn't help laughing, and she was a little angry.

Suddenly pushed by someone behind him unsuspectingly, Shi Xihua let out an exclamation, and fell into the water with a "bang", splashing. The young woman who had pushed her like water burst out laughing when she succeeded, and the two women upstream also trembled with laughter.

She struggled to get up from the water, but the woman on the shore held her away with a stick. After choking on several mouthfuls of water, the chill in the stream gradually condensed on her body.

"Let's see if you dare to hook people in the future!" the woman threw away the stick in her hand and returned to their camp with a high spirit.

Shi Xihua got up from the water in despair, and the mountain wind blew, and the clothes that were clinging to his body became even colder. The water droplets poured down from the top of her head, and she felt two wisps of warmth flowing from her eyes, and they were instantly cold.

She silently collected the clothes that had not yet had time to be washed, and without lifting her eyelids, she walked straight to the "home".

Passing through a cornfield, a dark figure sprang out from behind her, one hand around her waist, and the other hand covering her mouth as she was about to cry for help. The clothes in the barrels were scattered and stained with dust.

It was a man, and he was not the husband of the woman with the red turban! it was a man like him who had coveted her for a long time, and the other women hated her.

The man couldn't wait to press Shi Xihua down, and pinched her body from time to time: "Little goblin, I'm so wet, I can see that I'm very hot." ”

The sudden situation, Shi Xihua was so frightened that he forgot to shout. The eyes that were red with lust seemed to eat her. The man's foul smell made her sick for a while.

The man kissed her delicate neck, and she shuddered and let out a shrill cry. Her hand subconsciously blocked her neck, and she felt a thin black rope with a wolf's fangs hanging from it.

Shi Xihua was ruthless and pulled hard, and the thin rope immediately left a deep blood mark on the back of his neck.

She clutched her wolf teeth and slapped the man's face hard: "Brute!

The man was in pain, got up from her, and slapped her back hard: "Little slut!"

Shi Xihua didn't dare to fight without him, he didn't even pack the bucket of clothes, and ran back as if fleeing for his life.

It was the immortal who accidentally knocked over the inkstone, and the ink soaked half of the sky.

Inkmark heard movement in the courtyard and ran out with a sticky scream. Shi Xihua's unkempt head exuded an embarrassed appearance, and when he saw the ink marks, he stopped his excitement.

Shi Xihua also held her footsteps, and the ink marks came and wrapped around her feet. Finally, she couldn't help crying, picked it up and went back to her room.

"Why did they treat me like this, what did I do wrong?" Shi Xihua shrank in the futon, hugging the cat and complaining about the bitterness that no one can say.

Today's ink marks were silently in her arms, and she listened carefully like a person. When Shi Xihua said that she was sad, her round eyes showed a faint fierce light, as if she was also angry for her.

There was a knock on the door suddenly, and Shi Xihua stopped crying vigilantly, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "Dad?"

"Xihua, Dad saw you come back soaking wet, brought you a dry towel and cooked a bowl of ginger soup. ”

Yang Er's voice was deliberately gentle, which made her feel sick. Remembering that night he had mistaken intentions towards her, she panicked: "No need! I didn't suffer from the cold!"

"Don't be disobedient, you kid. Yang Er said and began to push the door.

Shi Xihua hurriedly jumped off the bed in a panic, hurriedly closed the door tightly, bolted the door bolt, and pulled a chair to hold it up.

Yang Er couldn't get in, so he immediately changed his face: "Dead girl!Who is providing you with food and clothing, giving you a shelter from the wind and rain! Open the door! Open the door quickly!"

Shi Xihua stubbornly pressed his back against it, crying: "You are not my father, go, you go!"

Yang Er kicked the boxing hammer outside the door again, but she didn't open the door, and after a moment of stalemate, she left scolding.

Shi Xihua's whole body seemed to be drained, and he dragged his feet back to the bed. She was so tired that she quickly fell asleep.

Inkmark circled around her, jumped onto the table, and jumped out of the window.

At this time, a wisp of light smoke floated out of Shi Xihua's eyes and followed the black cat closely.

Ning Huchen's heart was pounding rapidly. The aura on Moji's body today is too familiar to her. The Nuwa stone in the space on her body was also faintly sensed.

She knew too well what it was.

The ink marks are like a small black panther, originally looking for the breath of the man who was thin in the daytime. Runner, it jumped suddenly, incarnated into the appearance of a black-clothed boy, but on that head, there were two fluffy cat ears.

Ink Marks felt a pain in his chest, and was knocked away by a gorgeous purple light.

Ning Huchen appeared in front of him, hanging in the air, like a beautiful bully robbing money halfway. She said coldly: "Little cat demon, do you also want to be upset for your hard-working master." ”

Inkmark took a step back alertly, his eyes glowing with a faint green light, "Who are you?"

Ning Huchen smiled slightly when he heard his youthful voice like flowing water hitting jade, and couldn't help but want to tease him: "Yes, I just got the treasure and turned into an adult, so I asked so concisely. You don't have to know who I am, I just need that stone on you. ”

Inkmark quickly identified her as an enemy, and its claws only beckoned to her neck.

And he hit the stone with an egg, and he was no match for Ning Huchen. In front of her, he seemed to be a mouse, and he was at her mercy.

Ning Huchen smiled, and his face looked extremely cold and beautiful: "If I don't know what to do, I will take it by force." ”

With just one move, Ink Marks was seriously injured by her and fell to the ground.

Then, Ning Huchen was in pain all over his body, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground.

It is the backlash of the passing of the limelight.

This ink mark is probably an indispensable part of Shi Xihua's story. If she kills the cat and grabs the stone, she will inevitably change the past, so she will be counterattacked by the passing of the grace. Ning Huchen endured the pain and had to withdraw from this room in advance.