Demon King’s Repayment

Yuan Xiang'er came out of the gate of the enchantment, and at first glance she saw Nanhe who was guarding there, and her tight nerves suddenly relaxed a lot.

"Axiang." Nan He held out his hands to pick her up.

She just jumped off the steps,

"I'm fine, I also brought Du Shuo out." Yuan Xianger said happily.

The mountain **** who was locked by the chain was walking down the steps barefoot, every step of the lift up, leaving a **** footprint on the moss-grown bluestone.

He staggered until the last step, but an arm quickly stretched out from the side to support his body.

That arm was strong and warm, and he himself had even fought against it on the battlefield.

But at this moment, the owner of that arm turned into a huge Sirius in front of his eyes, with stable limbs and brilliant hair.

"Come on. I'll carry you, you can't go anymore," said the former enemy.

The sound of the collision of the soul lock sounded.

Yuan Xianger saw Du Shuo's prototype.

It was supposed to be a very beautiful demoiselle crane, with a thin, slender neck, bright black feathers hanging down from the side of the head, with legs like cedar branches, and black white feathers on the end. Heming in Jiugao, Qingyuan, a leisurely, elegant and beautiful creature.

But at this time, the beautiful large feathers almost all fell off, and the embarrassed body was covered with various scars, which were tightly held by a thin iron chain that changed its size.

He buried his head and neck in his wings and let Yuan Xiang'er carefully picked him up and sat on Nan He's back.

In Xianle Palace, Miaodao sat in front of his white jade plate. In the microscopic world of the jade plate, you can see a small white dot on the vast expanse of land flying towards the south. They took the crossing, and the Lingyu crossing the Shuo had the ability to block peeping, and soon the little white dot gradually began to merge with the earth and disappeared.

But Miaodao still stared at the vast world in the basin for a long time. A female demon with a human face and a snake body was kneeling in front of him, holding up an empty small sandalwood box with both hands. Miaodao stretched out his fingers and gently moved the lock plate on the box, and the lock plate made a thin metal sound. There were originally several purple high-order talisman in this box, but they are all gone now.

Purple symbols are not easy to draw. It not only requires expensive and rare materials, but also consumes a lot of effort and energy from the painter. It is not a function of one day. On weekdays, it is difficult for the disciples of Xianle Palace to get a piece of purple gifted by the national teacher. Fu self-defense.

"Haohan, did I follow this little girl's way. Would they just want to rescue Du Shuo?"

"No, you have been thinking about it." The apostle with golden eyes in the shadow replied, "The mage and Du Shuo only met once, and they fought very fiercely. If not, the last time they came here At that time, that little Sirius would not nervously almost break through the barrier."

Miao Dao snorted softly, "You are also facing him on the left and right. You are all monsters, of the same kind."

He closed the box and swung back the banshee.

His eldest disciple Yun Xuan knelt outside the door and told him: "Master, Your Majesty has been waiting for a banquet in the palace for a long time, and the palace envoy has been sent to urge you several times."

"I know." Miao Dao replied casually, and stood up lazily. You Dao Tong came in with the robe of the national teacher and waited for him to wear clothes.

"Don't you want to go?" Haohan said in a low voice.

"Those people are boring and boring, they are afraid of me, while wanting to benefit from me." Miao Dao adjusted his sleeves, "Compared to these so-called similar people, I would rather stay with you monsters. At least you are plain enemies."

"Then why do you have to stay in such noisy Kyoto."

Why do you have to live in Kyoto?

Miaodao lowered his eyelashes, this is the most lively place in the world, crowded with people, blooming like a beautiful flower, it seems that only in such a noisy, the long and boring years are not so empty and boring.

In the magnificent imperial palace, silk and bamboo are played together, Ying Ge Yan dances, golden cups meet, and jade lanterns are spread frequently.

When the news of the national teacher's arrival came in, the bustle and noise suddenly stopped.

Wearing mountains and water sleeves, a crown of dharma on his head, and a blue satin girdled on his face, the national teacher is here, the color is like a spring flower, the shape is like a orchid, and the fairy is fluttering.

Even the emperor personally came down from the dragon seat to welcome him.

The emperor has passed the ancients, with a decayed air of dying, trembling, supported by his attendants, leading the civil and military officials to greet him eagerly.

"My heart is relieved when the national teacher is here."

The aging emperor looked at the young master with eagerness and expectation. Compared with Guotai Minan, the current emperor is more eager to obtain the secret of longevity from this fairy master.

He also ignored the dignity of the emperor, and warmly welcomed the real person Miao Dao to the special dignity around him. He frequently raised his lights and inquired in low voices, and every word of what my teacher said was extremely true.

The hall was extremely empty, and Shaozai, who was sitting far away in the corner, whispered quietly to the close Zhongshu servants around him,

"The National Teacher is so grand, it looks so young, but even your Majesty has to personally welcome it."

"Hush, be quiet, don't look at his younger appearance, in fact, he is older than you and me. I heard from my father, that this national teacher was like this decades ago."

"In this way, I am no different from demons, ghosts and gods. I am no longer a person in my mortal world. No wonder it is so noble and noble, and never put me in the eyes."

"Don't say I wait, those powerful monsters and monster races are generally not in his eyes. I once led the heavenly guards to be guarded by the army. Seeing that the fairy masters peeled and divided those monsters exactly like humans, I couldn't bear it. I threw up on the spot."

"Don't look at me waiting for a high position, maybe in the eyes of someone like him, it's ridiculous and pitiful for me to look so old and old."

Miao Dao accepted the emperor's toast and raised his glass to his lips. No matter how small the voice was from the hall, he couldn't escape his ears.

The wine entering the throat is ice and astringent, and there is no trace of temperature.

Inside the palace wall, Qionglou Yuyu, singing and dancing, such a lively and very lively place, it seems that it is not as good as the little hut with hot wine under the pear tree with yellow fruit.

In the wilderness far away from the city of Kyoto, there were two small carriages at a standstill, and a few anxious creatures beside them frequently raised their heads and looked at the sky.

When the silver-white Sirius descended from the sky, the small black circle, Saburo with fox ears, Ah Qing in feathers, and even Zhou Deyun and his servants who were dejected all the way cheered and rushed forward.

When Hu Qing saw the white crane in Yuan Xiang'er's arms, her eyes were red, and her beautiful eyes were filled with tears. Yuan Xiang'er thought she was about to cry, but she bit her white finger and didn't let it go. Any tears fell.

She caught up with her skirt, and shook her arms to pick up the scarred white crane from Yuan Xiang'er, and carefully hugged it into the carriage.

The carriage started to move.

When Yuan Xiang'er was in the carriage to cure Du Shuo and chanted the Jin Yuzhao mantra three or four times, Hu Qing had already handled Du Shuo's hideous wound neatly.

The man-shaped Dushuo was placed on a clean soft couch with a soft brocade cushion behind his head, and the blood stains all over his body had been carefully cleaned up. He was pale, unconscious, covered with a thin bedding, and white bandages were tightly wrapped around his forehead, neck, and shoulders.

"I thought you would cry." Yuan Xiang'er picked up the magic instruments and looked at Hu Qing who was still busy.

When Du Shuo didn't return, Hu Qing couldn't help crying. Unexpectedly, Du Shuo was lying in front of her with blood dripping, but she could bite her teeth and act with tears.

"Healing adults is more important than everything. I don't have time to cry now." Hu Qing bit a corner of the gauze and pulled off a long strip of cloth, holding up Dushuo's chain-wrapped wrist, and struggling with that cause excessively. Put plaster on the worn wrist joints and carefully wrap clean gauze in circles.

Afterwards, she carefully put the bandaged arm back on the soft collapse, gently lifted the quilt, and pressed the corner of the quilt for the lying patient.

The sound of the wheels rustled, and the person on the bed lay quietly with his eyes closed.

Hu Qingzhen sat aside and watched for a long time before turning his face, eyes filled with tears, and he looked at Yuan Xiang'er unceasingly.

"Hey, don't do that. Just cry if you want." Yuan Xianger said.

Hu Qing's mouth flattened, and he reached out and hugged Yuan Xiang'er, buried his head on her shoulders, and let out a faint cry.

Yuan Xiang'er still remembered seeing Ah Qing for the first time, holding a pipa in her hand, walking in the snow, graceful and elegant, moving the world. How can I bear to watch her cry like rain and beat the pear blossoms, I see pity.

She had no choice but to think of a way to explain, "Don't cry, you like to cross the lake, didn't you fish it out for you? Now you should think about taking good care of him and letting him take care of the injury."

"I, I didn't like you humans very much before," Hu Qing raised his head and cried faintly, "I often go to your human villages to steal food and eat, and I always like to bully the men who come to the workshop, oh oh oh , I’m sorry, but I didn’t expect you to help me. I won’t do that anymore.”

Her face was full of nasal tears and tears, and there was no such thing as an artist's favorite. The first part of Jiaofang lost the logic of “humanity”, but it made Yuan Xianger laugh dumbly, a few more. Divide the intimacy between female friends.

The carriage and horse traveled all the way to the south. The weather in the south has begun to warm up. The branches with half snow in winter occasionally pull out a few early buds. They are not afraid of the cold wind, and they are charming and charming.

Hu Qing sits by the campfire in the camp, embraces the pipa, and plays the piano.

Between lightly floating, the sound of the piano is long, fluttering and fluttering, and if the phoenix and phoenix are mingled together, the crane is in the clouds.

"The sound of Hu Niangzi's piano is totally different. Her previous piano tone sounds sad and sad. Now she is extraordinarily comfortable, and it makes people feel warm." Zhou Deyun raised his sleeve and wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes. I don’t know why, I am very happy for her."

Yuan Xianger lay on the grass, leaning on Nanhe's broad back, watching the Milky Way in the night sky.

The thin white fluff warmed her cheeks. Yuan Xiang'er stretched out her fingers and pointed to somewhere in the sky, "Nan He, is that Sirius star?"

She heard Nan He talked about childhood stories and knew the knot in his heart.

Nan He raised his head and raised his head with her to look at the striking and bright star in the night sky.

The melodious and lingering sound of the piano always reminds people of the intimate and warm childhood. Back then, the day of the two-month multiplication came suddenly, and it happened once in a thousand years and passed away. As the patriarch, his father had to leave, right?

"I checked the star map." Yuan Xianger's white fingers moved upwards along the sky. "Look, near Sirius, the brightest one is Nanhe, and Nanhe has another name in my hometown, which is Canis Little ."

Since your family gave you such a name, they must be full of love for you. Although they have to leave, they must have an unforgettable concern for you.

Nan He looked at the starry sky, and the depths of his eyes were also full of broken stars. He seldom talked about the regret deeply buried in his heart.

The natural ability of the Sirius tribe is the power of the stars, and their bodies, hair and skin can refine magical tools similar to the white jade plate, and see everything under the stars. But his father did not find him. It has always been the biggest grievance in his young heart. Now that I think about it carefully, maybe there is another reason.

"Back then, those warlocks who grabbed me were using a weapon to shield my clan’s prying skills, just like the lingyu of Dushuo can block the peeping of a white jade plate. They took me around to escape and were blocked several times. In the cage, I vaguely felt that my father and my brother had passed by. At that time, I thought I had misunderstood. Now thinking about my father and them, I should have been looking for me. Maybe they didn’t understand them. How cunning human warlocks are."

"I think your family is on that star. Will they also worry about you because of their worries, making all kinds of white jade plates and topaz plates, watching your life on it every day, and seeing whether you are living well or not? Let them worry." Yuan Xianger turned around and reached out to touch Nan He's head, "It seems that I want to treat you well and raise you white and fat so that they can rest assured."

However, in the future, I will still ask Dushuo to divide a bit of feathers and make a circle in the yard to block this peeping technique, so as not to do something bad to bully Xiao Nan and be watched by his family, which is not very embarrassing. Yuan Xianger thought secretly.

The Tanhu carriage stopped on one side, the embroidered curtain was lifted obliquely in the breeze, and the sound of the piano drove into the car.

In the dark and silent carriage, a figure leaned back. The man's long hair was loose, his hands in his sleeves were leaning between the cushions, his eyes were slightly open, his eyes gleaming like water, and he listened to the soft tone.

The bonfire in the wilderness throbbed, rekindling the warm and fine firelight in his silent black eyes.

Time seems to have gone back to the past. The gentle mountain **** sits in the bamboo forest, listening to the girl in the form of a fox, playing the pipa for him.

The author has something to say: Procyon belongs to Alpha Canis, and the old sayings are not so detailed.

For me personally, the beautiful little sisters and the gentle cute girls are worthy of pampering, even if they make a little mistake, be squeamish, crying, selfish, not so perfect, they are not unforgivable. It’s a matter of fact that I generally don’t bully female partners in my articles, and prefer to bully my younger brother.

Everyone tries to be more tolerant of female characters, although they are not that perfect.