The grass demon swept Mu Yirong into the woods, and the grass demon hid in the night path woods, so that Seocho, who didn't have much energy in his body now, would not be able to do anything, and if he encountered danger, he must hide behind him.

Seocho raised his hand and gave the night belly a punch: "Have you forgotten, who is the boss on the mountain, less than me, no big or small." went down the mountain, and it made you unbearable. ”

Also, Ye just now also consumed a lot of energy, and Seocho told him not to be foolish and not to hurt himself.

After she finished speaking, she was about to shake off the night hand and go deeper into the woods, but she was stopped by the night.

Seocho immediately raised his hand and surrendered to the pair of eyes that suddenly became unwarm in the night: "Okay, I can't listen to you." After a while, I will hide behind you like a kitten, okay! Hurry up, if you don't act, Mu Yirong will be swallowed into the stomach by the banshee, and by then, the daylily will be cold. ”

Night was grabbed by Seocho's backhand, and walked into the depths of the woods, under the mottled shadows of the trees, Seocho kept her head down to check the ground, and even a strand of broken hair fell from her forehead, tickling her forehead, and she kept frowning, but she had no time to take care of it.

Ye stretched out his hand and pinned the strand of broken hair behind Seocho's ear: "Don't forget, you are here to cross the mountain, don't have too much and too deep to do with humans." ”

Seocho turned her head, revealing two rows of white and shiny teeth: "Night, this really doesn't look like what you would say. I remember that in the past, in the mountains, whenever you saw a small animal in danger or injured, you would not hesitate to help. ”

"Clusters by likeness, and groups by objects. Human beings, after all, are different from us. ”

"Demons are not the same. Otherwise, there will be no Fallen Demons. So, you don't have to think of humans as beasts. ”

"I don't care about the other humans. ”

The implication of the night is that Mu Yirong is different from Seocho, it may be her love calamity, and she must be mentally prepared in advance to build an embankment.

Seocho stopped, and the night also stopped, thinking that Seocho would angrily accuse him of being nosy, but Seocho pulled his arm vigorously and bent down to hide in a dense bush.

In front of the two of them, a ruined temple, resembles an old man who chases for freedom, finally gets lost in the woods, and then rests here for a long time.

The gate of the temple has disappeared and is estimated to have been demolished.

In front of the wide open door, there is a high pile of loess, and below it, there are obvious traces of things passing through.

Seocho dragged the night, quietly touched the door of the temple, and looked carefully inside.

In the square courtyard of the temple, a wooden ladder is crooked in the corner of the wall, and when you touch it, it breaks in two.

Under the yellow earthen walls and eaves, cobwebs were strewn with strings of dust and moth carcasses tightly wrapped in spider silk.

Broken bricks and tiles are piled up everywhere in the small courtyard, like small mounds where animal carcasses are buried, and it is indescribably eerie.

The deserted temple, which is too quiet, seems to be inhabited by evil spirits, and all sounds are prevented from disturbing its rest. Otherwise, you do it at your own risk!

Two crooked neck trees with no trace of greenery in sight, like petrified monsters, angry, fangs and claws stood on both sides of the entrance of the main hall.

Quietly touched the Seocho in front of the main hall, hid his tracks with the help of dry trees, lowered his body, and looked towards the main hall of the temple.

There are no statues of gods in the main hall, it is estimated that they have been removed, and the empty hall is covered with dust, only to see a broken back wall with a big hole, and you can vaguely see the scene of the backyard.

There was no one in the hall, and there was no sound at all, as if all living beings were disgusted that this place was too cold and barren, and did not want to inhabit it for a moment.

The heartbeat and breathing of Seocho and Night became the only movement in the Dead Silence Hall, and Seocho quickly looked around the hall.

In the empty hall, there were only murals on the walls, leaving the decaying color, and other than that, they were all gray and white, like the broken memories in the mind of a demented old man who couldn't even think of it.

There was nothing abnormal in the dilapidated and decadent hall, and Seocho, who had found nothing, glanced at the night, and the two quietly approached the broken hole in the back wall and looked inside.

At the back of the main hall is a small courtyard, and not far away there are three meditation rooms, which are not as dilapidated and old as the main hall, but they are also lifeless, as if they are covered by the ashes left by the burning of wood, and they stand there very unpleasantly and quietly.

However, the door of the leftmost house was opened, but it was dark inside, and nothing could be seen.

When Seocho saw this, he wanted to go straight out of the hole in the wall, but he was stopped by the night.

Night pointed to the broken bricks on the outside of the hole in the wall, reminding Seocho not to make a noise, Seocho nodded, and walked into the backyard with the back door next to the night detour, like two little mice stealing oil and drinking from the lampstand.

In the backyard, except for the bricks and stones that fell from the collapse of the walls of the main hall, there were weeds all over the ground, and they were growing vigorously and densely.

The two of them pressed their backs against one wall, crept to the front of the meditation room on the left, and looked in through the broken window.

In the gray room, it was as if someone had lit the damp straw, and the fog was so thick that it was impossible to see what it looked like.

However, a woman's voice could be faintly heard coming from inside the house, and if you made it closer, you could hear that it was the voice of a thorn.

"Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island. My Fair Lady, Gentleman. Jagged wattles, left and right flowing. My Fair Lady, I covet it. I can't ask for it, but I can't think about it. Leisurely, tossing and turning......"

The voice of the thorn, like looking through the autumn water, and finally turned into the Wangfu stone Tu Shan, when looking at Sifu, accompanied by the tears of the leisurely singing, sorrow entangled in people's hearts.

"Mu Shilang, no, husband. ”

After singing the long song, she called Mu Yirong playfully, and in her tone, there was a joy that could not be hidden, and it was overwhelming.

"I'm afraid you don't know, when the concubine first saw you, you were still a fifteen-year-old hairy boy, but at that time, you were much more mature than other children, and your appearance was much more handsome, and even your brain was much smarter. I still remember that the dog in this house was poisoned and everyone didn't care. Only if you remind the owner of the house that someone may be concerned about his belongings and want to steal them, or that someone wants to use poison to murder the owner. If an ordinary child said this, it is estimated that no one would believe it, but you are the son of Dali Siqing, a famous genius prodigy in the capital, and the owner of the house immediately attaches great importance to it. Soon, the house slave who poisoned the dog was caught, and he colluded with bandits to steal from the house, but he didn't expect to be seen through by you before he could do it. ”

Speaking of this, Jing sighed deeply: "It's just a pity that the owner of this house was poisoned later, and it was the maid's mother, that is, the mistress of this house." And the little boy who was a servant of the house was the son of her stealing joy with someone outside. It's really unpredictable, and the head of the family didn't survive that year in the end. However, your name spread from that time, and there was an endless stream of people who went to your house to discuss your relatives. At that time, I hated myself for not having a pair of legs and not being able to get close to you. Luckily, I got a pair of legs trimmed on later. ”

Jing said, spun around on the ground, and excitedly kicked his legs high to show Mu Yirong who was sitting on the bed.

But then her tone became a little depressed: "It's just that although I have legs, I look so ugly, I'm ashamed to see you." ”

The frustrated tone of Jing suddenly raised her voice again, looking very excited.

"But now I know how to be pretty, and when I've eaten enough nine brides, I'll be the prettiest bride in the world. It's just that I've waited too long for any longer. Today is an auspicious day of the zodiac, you and I are born by fate, so we will obey the destiny of heaven, and a lover will eventually become a family!"

"You grass demon, why are you farting!"

Seocho kicked open the door, and originally wanted to quietly release the dark spell to sneak attack the night, silently withdrew his hand, and stepped into the door with Seocho with a wry smile.