A few copper beads rolled on the ground, and the man with frosty hair was bent down to pick it up. He wiped his money bag one by one, and when he tied his mouth, the jingle of a copper bell came from the sound. The old man standing opposite him holding abacus, plucking the beads and crackling.

"Let's go after it's settled." The old man didn't raise his head, waved his hand and drove away, "Give him a seat to the one behind him."

The man said nothing, turned around and pushed the crowd away and squeezed into the street market. A Yi was so bumped that his eyes turned black all the way. At this moment, he could only lie on the ground dyingly and let others weigh it, watching the culprit hide in the crowd.

The man tied his collar and hid a taciturn face in the shadow, revealing a little cold line. He looked at him in the street market, like a bustling stone, neither eyebrowing nor interested. He penetrated into the alley and smashed a narrow door.

The door slowly opened halfway, revealing the woman's half-disappearing face, and her sleepy face came. Hua Di leaned against the door, and was too lazy to even put her coat in her clothes. When she saw the man, she said, "I've gone there again, my pocket is empty, right? The bastard only treats my mother's place as an inn and puts her on her face."

Hua Di cursed, but let her be born. The man flashed in and felt a warm feeling pouring in. He took off his cap and curled up on the woman's couch. The small stove was filled with wine and porridge, and his hands and feet, which had been frozen for a day and a night, were finally able to warm up.

Hua Di crawled into the quilt, held her back, and glanced for a while. She couldn't hear the movements behind her, and scolded, "I went to the deep mountains and forests, can't even eat!"

The man brewed wine and swallowed. He just sat down properly, half drooping his eyes. The room was quiet. As soon as he entered the door, he saw the unshelved items, and knew that Hua Di had picked up the guests again last night. His throat rolled, and he sighed lowly, and fell on the small couch that was not as tall as his body, curled up and closed his eyes.

"Is there any news in the north?" the man asked in a low voice.

Hua Di opened her eyes and looked at the vulgar curtain. The small mirror hanging above could only accommodate one of her eyes, blurring the fine lines in the corners of her eyes. She raised her fingers and stroked her hair, and still replied sharply, "I thought you had given up. I didn't ask for it after walking for ten days and half a month. It turned out that she still remembered it in her heart."

The man couldn't turn over and looked a little embarrassed when he hunched over on the narrow couch. But his expression was as normal as he was used to it.

He said: "I only have one daughter."

Hua Di's nose felt sore, she quickly pressed the corners of her eyes, snorted in a steadily voice, and said, "You are dead, and you are so poor that you can't get rid of the blame. Who would still be willing to follow you? Even the woman can't get her, how many daughters are you still hoping for?"

The man said, "I will be content with one."

Hua Di said: "There is no one coming to the north yet, and it is difficult to walk on the snowy road, and it will take a few days. Besides, Zhongdu is so big, how can the kidnapped children be so easy to find? Don't you understand?"

The man stopped talking and fell asleep. He ran all the way and realized that there was a monster chasing him. Fortunately, he brought a treasure from the magic circle with him, so he was able to escape. Now that he entered the city, as long as he had a smell, he would not be afraid that the monster would follow him again.

Cang Ji's nose moved slightly and said, "I can't find him anymore. It's crowded here, so I can't tell if I get in. Jinglin, where is your bell?"

Jinglin looked around the crowd and said, "It's gone."

This place has a branch office to supervise, and a mortal government office is placed to suppress evil spirits. There are countless human demons mixed with layers of blocking, which makes the perception of the copper bell become weak.

"This town is not small, if you have a copper bell, you will undoubtedly find a needle in a haystack." Cang Ji said, "I guess he definitely didn't dare to go out at will, so why bother to hurry? Hey, I ran all night and I'm very hungry now."

Jinglin picked up the stone villain and walked along the street. He closed his eyes slightly and could sense that the demonic energy around him soared into the sky, and monsters in human skin could be seen everywhere. Not only that, he could even sense that the gods in charge of the rank here were patrolling the eyes between the temples.

This is tricky.

"Can you eat it?" Cang Ji suddenly bent down from the side and pressed it to Jinglin's ear, "You can eat it for me, or I'll go for food. It's not surprising that there are so many people, one or two less."

"You can try it." Jinglin said, "The god in charge here is Huiyan under the seat of Killing Ge Jun Li Rong. The eagle eye is given to the heavenly eagle, which can see the original shape of monsters and not be disturbed by illusions. It also has a clear sense of spiritual consciousness. When there is no dormancy, he can see all your actions."

"Wouldn't that be a glimpse of people and have no virtue?" Cang Ji said, touching his chest, "Can he see through his clothes?

Jinglin looked at him, and the stone villain also looked at him.

Cang Ji raised his chin slightly, "You want to see it too, even if you say it bluntly. But will he be blind in his eyes like this? There are more people here than monsters."

Jinglin said: "He opened his eyes and saw monsters only, and closed his eyes and saw mortals."

"If he wants to see you, should he keep his eyes open or closed?"

Jinglin said: "I'm blind."

"Just chat." Cang Ji grabbed Jinglin's shoulder with his fingers, as if he was holding him, and put him under him, "Why are you nervous?"

"The hands and feet are moving." Jinglin raised his hand to Cang Ji's hand, "I'm not going to talk."

"Are you fake or stubborn? You and I have a good time, so it's worth getting close to you." Cang Ji put his shoulder on his shoulder, "Get closer, you are now the flesh on my heart and can't afford to lose it."

"Then let's go." Jinglin said, "The road ahead."

Cang Ji took him through the crowd, and from time to time he would meet some malicious gazes. Cang Ji only weighed one by one in his heart. This one was too thin, the other one was too fat, and all of them were too ugly, and no one could swear.

Jinglin followed his eyes and saw a bobcat smiling shyly. Cang Ji stared at him and his ears turned red. His eyes were looking at Cang Ji with a coquettish and charming look at Cang Ji.

"It's just right for fat and thinness." Cang Ji said, "It's just that it's inconvenient to eat raw food, so there's no place to bury your head here."

"Do you just want to eat her?" Jinglin asked.

Cang Ji immediately showed a "otherwise" expression and said, "Eating raw is indecent, and you will not eat it in your face. But you and I cannot separate. When I eat, you can close your eyes and not look at it. Do you still have compassion for monsters?"

"No." Jinglin replied, then stopped asking.

Cang Ji was walking on the street, and he was a little interested, but he felt bored afterwards. Because he was coming and going, he was not talking about what he said, nor was he able to understand easily. He felt that he seemed to be still on the mountain, just looking at people from afar. He didn't understand why people laughed and blushed. His heart was cold and hard, neither feeling beautiful nor yearning for him.

Jinglin entered the inn, like an ordinary mortal, his appearance no longer attracted attention, but ordinary and mediocre. Nothing strange. Cang Ji knew that he had concealed his appearance, watched him hand over the silver beads, and followed him upstairs.

"Does people live here?" Cang Ji fell on the bed, rolled around, and looked at Jinglin, "It's no different from home."

Jinglin said: "Since there is no difference, go to your room."

"What's the difficulty of wanting me to leave? Just carry it out like before and throw it away." Cang Ji raised his hand and grabbed Jinglin's trunk and pulled it forward, "You know a lot about the world. Have you ever been here?"

Jinglin did not answer. The stone villain jumped hard and jumped onto Cang Ji's belly. Cang Ji raised his finger and bounced it away without thinking, and only pulled Jinglin.

"answer."

Jinglin took off his coat and turned around to leave. Unexpectedly, Cang Ji actually got up quickly, hugged him between his arms, grabbed his hands, and pulled them into his arms.

"You don't understand the way." Cang Ji put his head dangerously on Jinglin's temple, "Who is the master of you and me now?"

Jinglin's sleeves slipped a little, revealing his wrists, and was captured by Cang Ji and turned red. He didn't move his eyebrows, but said lightly, "If you have to talk about superiority and inferiority in everything, I'm afraid it will not be good for you."

"My benefits are all here." Cang Ji said, "In my palm, no one can decide for me except me."

"That's really gratifying." Jinglin was not slow and slow.

Cang Ji hated his attitude again, so he dragged Jinglin to the bed, pressed his back and slapped it on the bedding. Cang Ji lowered his head, showing a little cruelty, but he still smiled, "You don't plan to bow your head at all, you won't even be afraid of fear. I remembered again, it was the same when you threw me away, neither sad nor sympathetic. I doubt whether you are a person or not."

Jinglin's half of his face fell into the bedding room, and a piece of white appeared on the back of his neck. His lips were tight and he sneered, "Don't you remember? I'm a dead person."

"Most dead people can't speak." Seeing that the back of his neck was drooping, Cang Ji couldn't help but feel ready and said, "I'll give you another chance, let's talk well. Have you ever been here before? Before becoming a god, were you a mortal?"

"I never ask how the food is before eating, where is my home." Jinglin looked at him with a slight look, "You always look particularly good in some places."

Before Jinglin finished speaking, he closed his eyes and exhale.

Cang Ji bit his neck flesh. The warm, never touched place was like a delicacy, making Cang Ji unable to stop. He really tasted the refreshing pleasure full of spiritual nourishment. They rush into his body endlessly, making him even a little unstoppable.

Eat him, as long as you eat him, his indifference and alertness will be swallowed in the stomach and disappear from then on.

Cang Ji's teeth slightly grinded and bit his skin. He licked the little blood greedily, and was about to swallow, he found that Jinglin had already lowered his head.

Cang Ji suddenly let out his mouth and raised his body. He turned over Jinglin and found that Jinglin had fallen into a coma and was cold all over.

wrong.

Cang Ji felt something was wrong. He had always wanted to eat Jinglin, but he would not be so crazy even if he was tempted by flesh and blood. He vaguely realized that since he had been stained with Jinglin's blood, he had become like the one he had been swallowed. He had to figure out what Jinglin was, otherwise he would feel that he was between the five fingers of others, being pushed and manipulated.

Cang Ji wiped the corner of his lips and looked out the window. The stone man staggered and fell into the mattress. Cang Ji pushed it a few times to see it was depressed.

"I'm biting Jinglin." Cang Ji's fingertips hit the stone man's face, staring at it and said, "How weak are you?"

The stone villain did not move, patted his fingers open, buried his head in the quilt. Cang Ji picked it up, put it on his chest, and lay down to look at Jinglin.

"It would be great if he wouldn't speak like you." Finally, he regretted it and said, "Forget it, he was like a dull man. Hey, how long have you been with him? Why is he so kind to you? We are all raised to play together, and are there any order?"

The stone villain turned over, looked at him on his back, turned his head again, as if he was going to sleep. Cang Ji insisted on turning it over, causing it to pick up Cang Ji's finger and pound it.

Cang Ji played with it for a while, and before he could see it, the sky became darker and it was late at night. When he was full, he became drowsy.

The wind blew in the middle of the night, causing the branches to sway outside the window. Cang Ji suddenly woke up, turned over and got out of bed, and gently pushed open the window. The strong wind mixed with snow slapped the face. He looked into the night with vigilance and smelled an unusually foul smell.

A gray crane shadow suddenly flew over in the dark, with giant white claws, and its eyes were like phosphorus fire flashing. The corpse smell was everywhere. Cang Ji frowned, not knowing what kind of bird it was, so he could only see it crossing the roof, pressing over the flying snow, and swooping not far away. Then the sound of neat chains hitting the streets came from the empty streets, and the ghosts ran in an orderly manner towards the direction of the big bird. Halfway through the downstairs, one of them felt something and looked up.

The window suddenly merged, and Jinglin covered Cang Ji's mouth and nose, covering his breath. Cang Ji's breathing was slightly short of his breath, and he had already revealed the evil appearance of a monster.

Jinglin stared at the window paper without moving, but his head was slightly tilted, and said in Cang Ji's ear, "Don't bite, don't move, don't make a sound."

Cang Ji's tense body gradually slowed down, and the slight rays of scales that had already appeared on his neck were also hidden, and he remained honestly between Jinglin's arms.
Chapter completed!