Chapter 46: Tiger-Head Shoes Stepping on the Infant Spirit Hall (Twelve) "I should be... In

the fantasy realm, day and night are always changing." Ye Qingzhan supported Wen Gu and walked towards the White Fox Temple in the black lotus formed by Yin Sha. Yesterday, they discussed with Mr. Ye and decided that the two of them would accompany the new parents to the Taoist temple to seek blessed water, and then Mr. Ye would have someone investigate the secret of the blessed water.

Yin Sha first sent the two to the Ye Mansion. After a quick wash, Ye Qingzhan and Wen Gu got on the carriage prepared by Mr. Ye. Tang Yuan yawned and drove the horse at the front.

Wen Gu closed his eyes, his face growing paler, and his hands clenched tightly on his knees. Ye Qingzhan watched him silently. A moment later, she held his hand.

Her trembling eyes slowly opened, and Wen Gu's withered gaze seemed to be one of disbelief. After a long time, she carefully formed a timid flower.

Ye Qingzhan lifted her shoulder, touched the side of his face, and gently pressed it down.

Wen Gu leaned on her shoulder, staring at her closely, his eyes filled with the whole spring.

Ye Qingzhan sighed softly, closed his eyes and said, "You look too tired, go to sleep. I'm a little sleepy too. Let's stop and rest."

She really was sleepy, and sleepiness came easily, especially after witnessing the entanglement of the night.

The girl's shoulders were slender, and her neck was filled with a sweet fragrance.

Wen Gu looked at her, his eyes suddenly dark, the greed in his eyes, like a river pouring out, just one step away from flooding.

How should he tell her.

——She had his scent on her.

Darkness without sunlight suddenly filled his senses, and his mind suddenly flooded with many broken memories, which then connected bit by bit to piece together the silhouette of a child.

He looked at the corner of the human world that the place had carefully chosen for him, watched them fight for their own selfish desires and listened to them hysterically cursing each other because of the filth in their hearts.

The mountains of corpses and the rivers of blood were also the places that the place loved to take him to see.

The child knew only one thing from childhood to adulthood:

the world is dangerous and people's hearts are evil.

Mortals are the most annoying.

And then... what happened later? The memories were broken, and his heart ached.

The filth he read in the book that night filled his mind again. Wen Gu punched them away one by one, breaking them apart... but he still couldn't control himself and kissed her lips.

——It was like finding a good medicine, and the pain in his heart was allowed to burst.

"Boss, boss husband, the white fox has seen..."

Tangyuan lifted the curtain.

Tangyuan lowered the curtain.

Tangyuan held his head and fell to the ground, cursing himself: "My arms are so long!"

Tangyuan rolled under the carriage and said to himself: "I should be under the carriage. "

In the car.

Unlike the superficial taste of the night before, the clamoring desire in his body broke through the shackles of reason, tempting him to indulge step by step. His lips opened slightly with the delusion, and the tip of his tongue probed in.

In an instant, the evil spirit that was scattered all over was like a cage, carefully weaving a grand and gorgeous love net, which easily caught the filthy and sincere boy.

Wen Gu closed his eyes, his body and mind were in the greed at the moment, begging for the comfort that could save his life.

... Like drowning in the deep sea, Ye Qingzhan swam desperately towards the light. The light shining into the deep sea, sometimes transformed into Ye Shaolin's appearance, sometimes it was Jiang Xuejun's smile, and finally became the lonely back of the young man... They all left her.

"Don't go, don't go--" Ye Qingzhan murmured in his dream.

Wen Gu's breath was panicked, but his lips were reluctant to separate for a moment, and he responded soothingly: "I won't leave, never. "

The light of the deep sea was getting farther and farther away. Ye Qingzhan stretched out her hand again and again, but failed again and again. Her thoughts were illuminated again and again, and abandoned again and again.

She withdrew her hand, and her body fell towards the bottom of the sea.

A hand held her.

- Ye Qingzhan opened her eyes, the boy's tightly closed eyes trembled slightly, and her lips hurt slightly.

What is he doing...

After a moment, Ye Qingzhan regained consciousness and pushed away the boy who was lying on her.

Wen Gu's eyes were scarlet, and his body trembled a little, as if he was about to cry, and said: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Qingzhan, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I deserve to die..."

Ye Qingzhan covered his lips, his face was red, but his eyes were cold: "Dare you do it but not take responsibility? Do you want to die?"

"No!"

Wen Gu looked at him.

Ye Qingzhan continued to ask: "Do you know what you were doing just now? "She didn't want to forgive him easily, but she wanted to know more whether he understood what he had done.

Wen Gu lowered his eyes, as if he had done something bad, and looked at her with a red face and guilt: "I understand, it says in the book."

Ye Qingzhan laughed in anger and asked: "Which book?"

Wen Gu lowered his head, cracking his knuckles: "You can't read it."

Ye Qingzhan knew his temper and was not obsessed with books, so he asked again: "What does it say?"

Wen Gu raised his head, looked at her, and carefully recited the contents of the book. After listening, Ye Qingzhan's face was as red as a rosy cloud, and he only said: "You should read less of that kind of books! "

Having already forgotten what the young man had just done, Ye Qingzhan turned around, lifted the curtain, and jumped out of the carriage.

Tangyuan, whose legs were numb from squatting under the carriage, saw the boss coming out and hurried to help. He saw the boss's face was as red as the clouds in the sky, and remembered what he had just heard under the carriage.

The workmanship of this carriage was not good at all, and the wooden boards were not soundproof. He had to hear every word the boss's husband said to the boss. He shook his head in his heart and said: The boss's husband is so useless, the boss's husband is so shameless!

But he only dared to say it in his heart. When the boss's husband came out, he also helped him respectfully. After not seeing him for a night, the boss was radiant, but the boss's husband became a sickly person... He thought about it wrongly again.

——Not only is she shameless and useless, but her health is also not good.

Tangyuan felt a little sorry

for the boss. Wen Gu naturally didn't know what the servant had planned for him. His mind and eyes were filled with the girl's coquettish face just now - the book said: a woman's blushing means her heart is moved,

and she loves to say one thing and mean another. Wen Gu suddenly felt happy, and remembered that she had just said "don't go" in her dream. His eyes caught up with the girl's back, and he thought: she must like what she did just now.

Next time, he won't apologize, and he will take responsibility for whatever she wants him to.

After thinking it through, Wen Gu caught up with Ye Qingzhan, and the two of them entered the hall of yesterday and walked towards the Taoist priest next to the golden statue.

Wen Gu put his arm around Ye Qingzhan's waist. Ye Qingzhan leaned back slightly, and like the pregnant woman he observed yesterday, he stroked his belly and said, "Master Taoist, can you give me some 'blessed water' to help my son grow up healthy and happy? The Taoist

priest wearing a fox mask glanced at her, then looked at Wen Gu beside him.

*** Li

Zhixing sat on the Snow Book and flew to Jade Butterfly Peak in a hurry. Shan'e stood at the entrance of the stone cave, waiting for him anxiously.

Stepping out of the book, Li Zhixing walked to his side and asked, "Where is the Snow Girl?"

As they walked towards the cave, Shan'e replied, "She ran away this morning. It's so strange. The Snow Girl only went out at night before and rarely left these children during the day. But this morning she ran away in a hurry."

The two entered the cave, and the children in the cave were still sleeping soundly. Li Zhixing thought of the ginkgo tree that Ye Qingzhan had passed on to him. It mentioned the "blessed water" and explained that the Snow Girl had become the "scapegoat" for the cause of the deformed children.

The strangeness between the two has not yet been clarified, but it is certain that the Snow Girl has become the target of verbal and written criticism.

She grew up in the mountains and green fields, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and her heart is naturally clear. She did not leave the mountain during the day, also for self-protection.

She left in a hurry today, and she must have encountered something terrible.

With this in mind, Li Zhixing waved his sleeves and said to Shan'e, "You are the master of the Fantasy Realm. I'm afraid you can't guard this cave all day. You must come with me to take a look. I've given the children in the cave some spiritual energy; they'll sleep more soundly and be safe until we return."

Shan'e, understanding the exiled immortal's intention, said, "I trust you, an immortal."

Li Zhixing extended his arm, saying, "Please, let's talk as we go." Shan'e went ahead of her while Li Zhixing set up a barrier at the cave entrance. His spiritual energy had been slowly recovering over the past few days. While the barrier he had set up wasn't as flexible and agile as the girl's, it was still as solid as a rock. Outsiders couldn't easily break in, and he would be aware of anyone approaching, effectively protecting these pitiful creatures.

After leaving the cave, the exiled immortal shrank Shan'e again and had her sit within his hairpin—since yesterday, he had been appearing as an immortal.

Shan'e sat within the fiery red hairpin, slowly pondering something. Her time with the Snow Maiden and the cave children wasn't, as the immortal had claimed, useless for recollection. On the contrary, every time she looked at her, in her kind gaze, she could glimpse some dusty memory.

However, she hesitated to believe it, even more unwilling to do so...

The book of snowflake petals could silence a sound, serve as a mount, and in crucial moments, it always obeyed the immortal's will and soared high. From a high vantage point, Li Zhixing gazed, finally spotting the sprinting white figure.

She was running towards Zhuxi Town, stopping on a hillside, a nearby rock casting a dark shadow. The Snow Maiden gazed at the river in the distance.

Two tiny figures crouched by the river, gazing at the mirror-like surface.

As Li Zhixing descended from the sky, he transformed himself into a sesame-sized fairy, put away the snow book, and, along with Shan'e, the hairpin-wearing Shan'e, hid within a green leaf. He revealed his eyes, looked at the Snow Maiden, and listened to the conversation of the two children.

Xinxin, with a bitter face, squatted by the stream and said, "Little brother's gone."

Li Zhixing knew that the ginkgo trees last night had been like throwing meat buns at dogs—gone, never to return, disappearing with the dawn of the fantasy realm, along with the darkness.

Little Wang Jingshan, too chubby to squat, sat down and said, "You still have me."

Li Zhixing, wrapped in green leaves, let out a "wow," startling Shanniang. He said, "You're so young, but you're incredible! I admit defeat, I admit defeat, even this old immortal admits defeat."

Shanniang smiled, watching and listening intently.

Xinxin picked up the rattle beside her and said, "It's good that you are here. It would be even better if my mother doesn't have to work for your family."

Little Wang Jingshan said a little sadly, "I can't decide this. My father said I'm too stupid and can't manage the family."

Xinxin patted his shoulder and said, "Your father is talking nonsense. It was you who repaired my rattle." As she spoke, she turned it twice, and the sound was crisp and powerful. She took the little boy's hand and said, "My mother said I could only play for half an hour, and she would come to pick me up after she finished her work. Why hasn't she come yet? Didn't we agree to meet under the elm tree? Why did she change it to the riverside? Brother Yinchenjue, Uncle Immortal, and Mother Immortal are all gone. There is no one to take Xinxin home. We'd better go home early..."

Before the little girl finished speaking, the rattle in her hand was snatched away by someone and fell to the ground.

Xinxin was shocked. She was about to argue with the uninvited guest, but when she turned around and saw who it was, she couldn't stop shaking. Wang Jingshan shielded the little girl behind him, shouting,

"What are you doing? Why are you bullying a child?"

The man, drunken and fierce-looking, looked like a demon from hell even on a sunny day. He pointed at Xinxin and said, "I'm taking care of my daughter, why the hell are you meddling?" He smiled at the boy before him, "I remember who you are. You're the idiot son of that old bastard who licked her face!"

Li Zhixing stiffened his fist.

Shanniang's eyes were filled with anger.

The man swayed and said, "Aren't you afraid that bitch will climb into your father's bed and give you a brother or sister?"

Xinxin couldn't help herself. She ran over, kicked the man in the leg, and beat him like crazy, "Don't you dare insult my mother! Don't you dare talk about her!"

Wang Jingshan lifted a stone at his feet and smashed it against the man's head.

The drunken man, feeling the hole in his head, kicked Xinxin down with one kick and kicked Wang Jingshan away with the other.

Wang Jingshan jumped up and protected Xinxin.

The man picked up the rattle on the ground and suddenly laughed, which was more frightening than the devil from hell.

He walked towards the river and threw the rattle into the water.

"No!" Xinxin broke free from Wang Jingshan's arms, crawled towards the river regardless, and swam towards the river where the rattle fell.

Wang Jingshan followed her and shouted: "Xinxin, Xinxin, no, come back... I'll go get it..."

The man on the shore, with blood flowing down his cheeks, smiled leisurely and freely, watching the child struggling in the water slowly drowning. After watching for a while, he felt bored, turned around and walked away humming a song.

A gust of wind blew, and the river suddenly rose, swallowing up the two small figures.