Eighty-third bowl of soup (5)

Ah... I slept so comfortably.

Linglong vigorously rubbed the soft little thing in her arms, feeling that she was in a better mood after she was full. She yawned, let go of Cheng Jiuzhou, got out of bed and put on her shoes. Looking back at the bed, she found that Cheng Jiuzhou was still asleep. He seemed to sleep well, completely different from the way he had had nightmares before.

Moreover, the appearance of falling asleep is much more cute.

Cheng Jiuzhou himself didn't expect to sleep until dawn. He woke up in the morning and found that he was still in his bed with a sigh of relief, and Linglong's absence made him easier. When he saw Linglong sitting on the swing in the yard after washing, somehow he began to feel a burning panic.

This person is really...Although the weather on the mountain is very good, he can't play there with his legs and feet, right? It looks so naive, can't it be as mature as him? It's just that Cheng Jiuzhou unconsciously looked at the white and tender calf that was exposed by others. After looking for two seconds, he found that he was in a trance and turned his head quickly, and his face turned red.

Linglong thought, if the hair didn't grow up, he would learn to think about spring. Why did Master Moxiu never see a woman in his previous life, so he slept with him all night, and then spring heart moved? She sat on the swing and pointed her finger at Cheng Jiuzhou: "Come here."

I am not a dog. He thought to himself, Ke Ren had already walked over. When he arrived in front of him, the swing just stopped, and then she saw Linglong showing a sly smile, picked him up and put him on her lap, and the swing immediately swayed high. Cheng Jiuzhou was deceived for a while, and was immediately very upset, but although she held him on her lap, she didn't care about him, holding on to the swing in her hand. In order not to fall, Cheng Jiuzhou had to take the initiative to hug her waist. In this way, close contact could not be avoided. His head was buried in Linglong's chest, and the other's heartbeat was steady and gentle. It seemed that such a height was nothing.

"If there is anything to be afraid of, look up and have a look."

This kind of feeling of flying in the sky and releasing your hand may be able to transform into a flying bird, which cannot be given on the ground or in the water. Linglong missed the joy of being able to travel in the sea of ​​clouds when she was strong, but unfortunately she was too weak now, and it took a long time to get over. Therefore, Cheng Jiuzhou's love, she is bound to win.

That would be extremely delicious food.

Cheng Jiuzhou is not afraid, mainly because he is now a seven-year-old boy with short arms and legs, so he hugs an exquisite waist in order not to fall. Although her waist is too thin to hold, the range that a child's arms can encircle is limited. In such a circle, the head can't stretch out, let alone look out. At this moment, only the sound of the wind whistling in the ears and the scent from Linglong's body between the five senses remained.

When he landed, Cheng Jiuzhou's legs were soft. He sat on Linglong's lap and looked a little sluggish. Linglong stretched out his hand and shook his eyes and said, "Okay, isn't it good to rely on others like this occasionally?"

Cheng Jiuzhou was a little at a loss, but the smile on her face became even brighter, and she kissed him, gentle and gentle, completely different from the usual lazy appearance. "Go, pack up and take you down the mountain to play."

Play... "Don't you need to go busy?"

"What's so busy? I don't like those tedious things." I think that they are big heads, and the head of the real person is not closed, and big things don't need her to be the master at all. "But what you said reminded me that we have to be careful when we go out and return."

Be careful... what does it mean? Cheng Jiuzhou didn't understand it, until he saw Linglong uncovering two sets of dark clothes from nowhere did he remember: "Are you going to... secretly go down the mountain?"

"What is secretly? A child can't speak." She immediately gave him a blank look. "The sect strictly prohibits disciples from going down the mountain secretly. People in the mortal world will be surprised when they see us. Everyone in the robes of Tiandao Sect is afraid of us. What's the point, it’s not going out to play and not showing off. Hurry up, put it on, I made it all night."

The two changed their clothes, Linglong twisted the word jue, took Cheng Jiuzhou around a large circle, and successfully avoided the disciples guarding the mountain gate and slipped out.

The towns under the mountain are much more lively than the ones on the mountain. Although Tiandaozong has many disciples, there are many rules. On weekdays, people who speak loudly are rarely seen, not to mention that there are shops at the foot of the mountain, hawkers and craftsmen who walk the rivers and lakes. No matter what kind of world she is in, Linglong is more interested in food than in people. Cheng Jiuzhou felt that she didn't bring herself out for fun, but for food.

He had a candied haws in his left hand, and was led by Linglong in his right. Cheng Jiuzhou was born in a wealthy family and had no habit of walking and eating, so he didn't bite the candied haws in his hand, but felt a little awkward. In addition, he has not eaten fireworks for many years in his previous life. If it weren't for the present body too small and immature, he wouldn't be able to eat even on the mountain.

He just held a small face and let Linglong lead him. He was very well-behaved without making any noise, but his face was stinky. Linglong took him around and squeezed into the crowd to look at the broken boulders on her chest. She generously contributed her money and poked Cheng Jiuzhou in the face for him to see too.

But he was not interested at all. Allowing Linglong to pinch her face into a strange shape, Cheng Jiuzhou looked indifferent: "Can you go back?"

"Isn't it fun?" Linglong asked curiously, "Why are you unhappy at all."

What's so happy about...Except for eating and shopping, it doesn't appeal to him at all. "Didn't you say to buy me clothes? Why are you playing with the master sister?"

Ah, this kid, really can't speak. Linglong vented her anger and squeezed Cheng Jiuzhou's face again, "Why don't you have any children, you don't like eating or playing."

Cheng Jiuzhou glanced at her and complained silently in his heart, is it like you do not have an adult like you, like to eat and like to play?

But they have been out for a while, and it is indeed time to go back. Linglong estimated that it was about the same time, and took a trip to Jiuzhou to buy clothes. Children's clothes are easy to buy, and she has silver, so she buys a lot. But... Cheng Jiuzhou took all these things, regardless of whether he could handle them with a seven-year-old.

When I went back, the mountain gate was closed. Don't even think about slipping in from the main entrance. Linglong was still thinking about how to go back. Cheng Jiuzhou said in a loud voice, "Come with me."

Linglong listened to him and walked with him, and after going around for a long time, she realized that there was a water pool not far from the Tiandao Zongshan gate, and down from this water pool, there was an entrance directly into the clan.

If the water doesn't know it.

Ruo Shui certainly didn't know, in fact, even the real person in charge didn't know that there was such a mystery here. It was selfish for Cheng Jiuzhou to take Linglong from here. He felt that being with this woman gradually made his hatred become thinner, his will was even more sluggish, and even his ambition was negligible. But is this enough? Can he feel at ease?

unable.

So he wanted to know, if Linglong was given a second choice, what would she do? Should you send him out or protect him?

Even knowing that this decision is risky, he still wants to try. Cheng Jiuzhou told himself in his heart that he would bet this time. If he wins, he will treat her well in the future, and he will never deliberately put several times as much salt in her meals; if he loses... it will just leave the previous life. Again. No matter how you count, you are not at a loss.

Linglong dived into the water with him, and when she finally surfaced, she discovered that there was a secret room she had never seen before.

It's strange, what is this place? If there is no such thing in Shui's memory, she is a great disciple of Tiandaozong, there is no reason why she would not know the secret land of Tiandaozong, but this is indeed not part of Ruoshui's memory.

Cheng Jiuzhou climbed ashore and glanced at her lightly: "Let's go."

He has only been to this place twice, once to break through the nasty things done by the master, and once to flee the Heavenly Dao Sect desperately. He still remembers what it looked like here in his previous life, and he also remembered how he had reported everything to the real person in charge but he was not trusted, and even when he was returned to the master by the real person in charge. Only then did he know how disgusting it was under the kindly and kind master mask.

Linglong's ears are so strong, she heard a faint cry after walking two steps, which made her hold Cheng Jiuzhou to stop him from moving. Standing in place and listening carefully for a while, she took Cheng Jiuzhou's hand and walked towards the source of the sound. Cheng Jiuzhou didn't resist, and let her take it quietly. The two of them walked all the way, and after a long secret passage, a huge iron gate appeared in front of them.

There were two stone lions on both sides of the iron gate. Linglong walked over and fumbled for a while in the lion's mouth, and found the mechanism to open the door, so a resentment rushed towards her face, which made her a little unbearable.

The ruins of the deserted sea is nothingness and purity, Linglong doesn't like the staleness of the world, especially the feelings of hatred and despair, which is very uncomfortable for her. But here... she frowned slightly and said to Cheng Jiuzhou: "Walk behind me, be careful about everything."

He did not speak, nor answered.

The iron gate was closed after they entered, and then the cries fell into pieces, and they got goose bumps.

Behind the iron gate is a huge hall. Many transparent spheres hung on the beams of the hall. I don't know what material they are. Each sphere contains a child.

It is really just a child, the oldest is no more than twelve or thirteen years old. There are men and women, sitting or lying down, tears on their faces and crying. Linglong could see them, but they didn't seem to see Linglong. The transparent sphere seemed to cut off their sight, and the whole hall was full of crying, very crippling.

Cheng Jiuzhou clenched his fists, his eyes moved back and forth between these balls, and his eyes were red.