Fortunately, the temperature of the tears was quickly engulfed in the rain and fog.

Tan Qing shrank into He Mingyu's arms, hummed twice, took a bite in the palm of his stretched out hand in retaliation, and opened his mouth: "Fart, I didn't cry... Only the little fat boy loves to cry."

Perhaps because of lack of energy, He Mingyu didn't even leave a tooth mark on his tiger's mouth.

Instead, Tan Qing dropped her head again, exhaled in a low breath, put her head softly on He Mingyu's shoulder, and said dumbly: "I want a kiss."

He Mingyu kissed and talked about Qing.

Tan Qing licked her mouth for a moment, then whispered to He Mingyu: "It seems, there is no thunder."

It really doesn't thunder anymore.

Although the heavy rain is still like falling from the lacquered sky, it rattles non-stop.

But from the moment He Mingyu stood in front of Tan Qing, the thunder that had smashed the night sky with lightning stopped unexpectedly.

Except for the noise of rain falling and the subtle sound of raindrops hitting the rocks.

The dense dense forest seemed extremely quiet.

Although Tan Qing, who was just struggling on the edge of dying, has not recovered yet, at this time not only has He Mingyu's warm body temperature finally warmed up a little—

I also recovered a little bit of IQ.

Thunder stopped.

Is it temporarily stopped?

Because He Mingyu is an out-and-out human without cause and effect?

possible.

This Heavenly Dao has always been very protective of mankind.

Tan Qing didn't tell He Mingyu what was in her mind, only poked him with a little finger.

The thin white fingers happened to hit the exposed arm of He Mingyu.

Tan Qing pursed her lower lip: "Hey, He Mingyu... Why are you so hot?"

When he first met He Mingyu, Tan Qing thought it was because his body temperature was too low that he felt that the temperature on He Mingyu's body was very warm.

But now he has Panhe Mingyu on his body like holding a big stove, and the whole person is slowly warming up.

But He Mingyu was still hot.

Tan Qing subconsciously raised her head and glanced at He Mingyu's expression.

For a while, he couldn't tell whether it was hot sweat or cold rain falling from his jaw.

Tan Qing squeezed herself into He Mingyu's arms again, and said cautiously: "He Mingyu, did Lin Yu have a fever..."

"no."

He Mingyu rubbed the top of Tanqing's hair, "Don't worry."

Tan Qing: "..."

Big asshole.

Tan Qing wanted to scold He Mingyu again, but her body, which had already lost her strength, couldn't even use her mouth flexibly.

He leaned in He Mingyu's arms and stayed quietly for a while, and then tried to move the right hand that had been poked out just now to the side of He Mingyu.

Then he bent his fingers and hooked He Mingyu's hand.

The sky with only rain seemed quiet and harmless.

He Mingyu buckled Tan Qing's leaning hand into his palm and lowered his head: "Since there is no thunder, let's go home."

Tan Qing stayed blankly: "Huh?"

He Mingyu was still hot all over, even bloodshot in his eyes.

But his voice was steady, and the hand holding Tan Qing still didn't let go: "It's been fifteen minutes since just now. Since it's been quiet for so long, we don't have to wait any longer."

Tan Qing: "..."

Is that true?

Tan Qing, who is experienced in crossing the robbery and has ample experience of failure, has never seen such a practice of running halfway through.

The little fox, who was always honest when struck by lightning, thought for a while in distress, and lifted his head from He Mingyu's arms uneasy, and drew him: "Is this all right... Spicy chicken said that he would hack me one hundred and sixty-two. Hey... it's still ten times short."

He Mingyu's expression that had been reluctant to look good because Tan Qing had improved a little bit suddenly went dark again: "One hundred and sixty-two?"

Tan Qing nodded seriously and responsibly.

He Mingyu said again: "Who is Spicy Chicken Heaven?"

Tan Qing: "..."

In order to popularize science for my husband who is almost illiterate in Internet language.

Tan Qing could only point to the night sky above her head obediently, and said dryly: "Spicy chicken is rubbish... It's all posted on Weibo."

He Mingyu did not speak any more, but stood up directly holding Tan Qing.

The skeleton of a traffic artist is basically very slender, and Tan Qing is of a body that can't grow meat.

At this time, he was hugged by He Mingyu, and his whole body was not a few catties of meat, and he looked light and pitiful.

The skin that had only been touched occasionally finally rubbed together completely intimately in this hug.

Excessive scorching temperature slowly flooded Tan Qing from He Mingyu, as if to trap Tan Qing's whole person in this scorching temperature.

After not taking a few steps, Tan Qing moved her body uncomfortably.

He Mingyu stopped immediately, lowered his head and said, "What's the matter?"

Tan Qing shook his head: "No."

He Mingyu stuffed the black umbrella bone in Tan Qing's hand: "Is there any strength? Give it to yourself and leave me alone."

Tan Qing: "..."

The large body warmer will make Tan Qingxun warm.

Tan Qing opened the umbrella with the lighter hand, and tried to raise it a little bit, trying to help the person holding him to cover the wind and rain: "He Mingyu?"

"Um."

"You let me down, I can go."

"fine."

"But you are so hot..."

He Mingyu paused slightly and glanced at Tan Qing, as if he was about to say something.

And he hasn’t waited for He Mingyu to say the first word—

A flash of lightning lit up the dim sky on the skyline.

Thunder suddenly started.

Cut off the tree closest to Tan Qing and He Mingyu.

Cut in half.

It's dead and crisp.

Tan Qing's ears were full of the sound of the old tree trunk being cut just now, and even the long-silent sound that sounded immediately before reacted.

"The demon fox talks about Qing, so many tricks! How dare you seduce... to seduce others to help you, in an attempt to escape the punishment, ten thunders should be fined!"

Tan Qing: "..."

I knew that this spicy chicken would not let him go.

But it doesn't matter, anyway, the remaining ten can't hide.

Adding ten points means that you can't avoid it.

Tan Qing withdrew his gaze from the old tree, decided to give up the treatment, and prepared to let He Mingyu let him down.

However, He Mingyu didn't wait for Tanqing to speak, so he frowned and said coldly, "Who is talking?"

Tan Qing was taken aback.

This is a thunder robbery of him alone.

According to the normal robbery method between heaven and earth, only he could hear the voice of heaven.

But why does He Mingyu hear someone talking?

Tan Qing was a little puzzled, and didn't want He Mingyu to be smashed to pieces by lightning here with him.

So he rarely greeted Tiandao politely, and was about to ask if he could slap him alone, knocking He Mingyu fainted and putting it back in Yeshan Park.

He Mingyu turned around and said to Tanqing, "It was the voice of Heaven?"

Tan Qing: "...can you really hear wow?"

He Mingyu buttoned Tan Qing's coat and held the umbrella for him: "I heard the sentence just now. Any other words?"

Tan Qing shook her head: "No more words."

This idiot, Heavenly Dao, doesn't hesitate at this time.

Tan Qing kicked his legs, and the rascal held He Mingyu as a hand warmer squeamishly. He waited for a while, but he waited for the next sentence from Heaven.

"This thunder calamity is a calamity that you must have if you hit it, and you should go through it by yourself. The demon fox talks about Qing, if you let the humans leave at this time, you can also be exempted from the penalty. You can successfully survive the calamity by accepting nine thunderbolts. ."

Tan Qing: "..."

With the experience just now, Tan Qing took a look at He Mingyu for the first time.

However, He Mingyu didn't seem to hear the voice this time.

Tan Qing immediately sneered and choked back: "Chao Ling Xi Gai, you are really a little mentally retarded ghost. If you chop me ten or twenty times, I will die?"

"..."

The voice stopped for a few seconds: "Tan Qing, do you want to kill others just like you killed Phoenix at that time?"

I don’t know if it’s because of communication failure.

Tan Qing always felt that the voice of Heavenly Dao suddenly took on a taste of revenge.

And He Mingyu just heard this sentence.

His voice still seemed clear and cold amidst the sound of wind and thunder: "I didn't say a word to him when I accompanied Tan Qing. It was your turn to talk more?"

"..."

For a while, the thunder stopped again.

Not only did Thunder stop.

After a few minutes, even the rain stopped.

That voice was equally silent.

Tan Qing had to start to wonder if Tian Dao was **** to death.

I don't know how long I waited.

When Tan Qing was about to fall asleep leaning on He Mingyu.

The voice of heaven finally came from a place far away: "Stupidity! Tan Qing is a demon fox for thousands of years, bloodthirsty, reckless for his life, you are clearly the face of the world's blessings, it is better to leave here and stop this. Duan Nie Yuan."

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing judged it for a long time before he was sure that this hot chicken Tiandao had given up on communicating with him and went directly to persuade He Mingyu.

But if He Mingyu can be persuaded, that would be great.

Tan Qing glanced at He Mingyu surreptitiously, only to find that He Mingyu's eyebrows were still tightly locked.

The abnormal heat passed from him.

Before Tan Qing tried to persuade He Mingyu to go back, the hand holding Tan Qing tightened again.

He Mingyu’s forehead has slowly overflowed with a thin layer of sweat, but his tone of voice is still very stable, with a condescending feeling that is accustomed to the company: "You talk a lot, the efficiency is very poor, and the practice is outdated. The language is harsh."

Heavenly Way: "..."

He Mingyu expressionlessly: "It is indeed worthy of the word trash."

Tan Qing: "..."

He Mingyu finished reprimanding Tiandao like the boss scolded the younger brother, and then lowered his head to help Tan Qing re-adjust the umbrella that was propped on the ground.

Then.

In this suffocating scene, he spoke calmly: "My lover just said that there are nine thunder tribulations left. Will it fall or not?"

Heavenly Way: "..."

In the original Gujing Weilan's voice this time, there was not only more irritability, but also more gnashing teeth several times: "What a stubborn and willful person who doesn't repent, since you're obsessed with not understanding, let the thunder!"

The wind stops and the rain rests.

Extraordinarily quiet.

In the moonlight that began to shine gradually after the heavy rain.

The second half of the words of the remnant of the heavens slowly drifted away, spreading across every corner with an awkward aura.

Tan Qing sneezed, raised her head, and looked at the big moon through the pointed treetops: "He Mingyu, He Mingyu, are you saying that heaven is broken?"

He Mingyu did not speak.

Tan Qing took He Mingyu's hand: "Let's go back to Ba, and we will go to the hospital to hang up the bottle for you, the one used to reduce the fever."

He Mingyu bent down halfway and squeezed Tan Qing's nose tip: "Yes."

Long moon and Qingming.

He Mingyu was astonishingly hot all over, and his eyes seemed to be about to burn.

Somehow.

Tan Qing suddenly felt that these eyes seemed a bit familiar.

It seems to have been seen somewhere long, long ago.

He Mingyu half kneeled in front of Tan Qing.

Tan Qing stretched out her hand subconsciously, trying to touch He Mingyu's eyes.

It's a pity that I haven't had time to touch—

An afterthought thunder finally smashed down.

The thunder was rolling, shaking the sky.

The original bright moon once again hid in the clouds, and the heavy rain that had ceased crackled again, once again infiltrating a whole area of ​​deep mountains and old forests.

Tan Qing's body could no longer withstand such a thunderstorm.

At the moment when the thunder struck, he hugged He Mingyu tightly and closed his eyes.

But not dead.

He Mingyu put his hand on the most fragile part of Tan Qing's vest, keeping the person firmly in his arms.

And that big thunder.

But it didn't fall into the position of two people at all

The voice filled with complexity and anger rang again: "Let's fall!"

Thunder vibrated.

Still did not fall on the two of them.

"Thunder!"

Rumble—

Tan Qing: "..."

Three times in a row.

Not only Tan Qing, but even He Mingyu, who had experienced this kind of thing for the first time, was sure that Lei didn't want to split him at all.

Or in other words.

Don't want to hurt He Mingyu.

This is simply the most authoritative respect for mankind...

Tan Qing gnawed her hand with envy and hatred, then broke her fingers, and happily came up with a number: "There are six more! Five, four, three..."

Maybe he and He Mingyu can go back alive to tease the bastard!

Tan Qing shook her legs happily, waiting patiently for the remaining three thunder tribulations to pass.

But when the deafening third thunder struck down in an instant.

At the moment when lightning tore through the sky.

When Tan Qing raised her head—

In the very brief day, I saw He Mingyu suddenly stand up and block him tightly in his arms.

Just the next second.

Tan Qing's sensitive nose smelled of human blood.

Fresh, flowing, taste.

The warm blood drenched Tan Qing's wet hair and slid down the ears.

Tan Qing froze for an extremely short time, and when he spoke again, there was already a bit of panic in her voice: "He Mingyu? He Mingyu!?"

He Mingyu's hand still meticulously supported the back of Tan Qing's head, as if he was worried that he would hurt when he hit the tree trunk.

The other hand supported Tan Qing's shoulder.

He didn't even tremble, but took a slow breath: "I'm here, Qingqing."

Tan Qing subconsciously stretched out her hand to touch around, but didn't touch anything.

He could not find He Mingyu's wound, nor could he find where he was bleeding.

The voice that was originally far away seemed to be a little closer from the horizon, but when listening carefully, it seemed to be suppressing words from the top of the head.

"Demon fox talks about Qing, confounding the world, sin should be punished. If the humans who helped the monster fox escape now return immediately, the way of heaven can give you a way out."

He Mingyu grasped Tan Qing's anxiously moving hands again, and his voice seemed to quench the ice: "No need."

Heavenly Way: "..."

Tiandao seemed to be finally unable to bear his anger: "Joke! Don't you think that an ordinary human body can block the last two thunder tribulations for the demon fox?"

Tan Qing felt that He Mingyu probably smiled, and it seemed like he hadn't: "Then try it."

Then try it.

"Persevere not to understand! Hopeless!"

This sentence probably completely angered Heavenly Dao.

During the whole period of the tribulation, the second thunder smashed into pieces of branches and all fell on He Mingyu's body.

Tan Qing finally heard He Mingyu's short breath.

It was like a painful cry of being swallowed abruptly.

The sound of human bones shattering is very clear at such a close distance.

Tan Qing reached out and hugged the person in front of him tightly, trying to call him, but failed to speak for a long time: "He Mingyu..."

But He Mingyu is sober.

Scorching blood came out along the corners of He Mingyu's mouth.

He patted Tan Qing's back very slowly, and said lowly: "I'm here. Tan Qing, don't be afraid."

Tan Qing is not afraid.

Just suddenly felt.

He Mingyu must have had bad luck before meeting him.

Not only was he cheated to go to bed, he was also cheated of money, he was also cheated to get married, and he was dragged to die together...

It's really unlucky.

Tan Qing rubbed his eyes on He Mingyu's shoulder, and then said in a very soft voice: "He Mingyu, are you going to die?"

He Mingyu did not speak.

Even breathing is inaudible.

Tan Qing felt that she was not sad either.

He was silent for a while, and then whispered: "He Mingyu, do you love me so much? Love to the bones, but I can’t feel that I am the world’s most lovely, cool, first, and lively and beautiful. Kind?"

Still no answer.

Just when Tan Qing thought she would never hear He Mingyu's voice anymore—

"Um."

Probably Tan Qing's harassment finally played a little extra role.

He Mingyu's breathing stopped for a few seconds, and gradually calmed down again very shallowly.

The last thunder has not fallen yet.

But He Mingyu and Tan Qing both knew that this thunder would definitely come.

In the quiet that is so precious because of its shortness.

He Mingyu was silent for a while: "Qingqing, tell me about Phoenix."

Tan Qing was startled: "Phoenix?"

"Um."

Tan Qing snuggled up in He Mingyu’s arms very well, thought about it, summed up the language, and said obediently: "Phoenix was my residence for a long, long, long time ago... He was stingy, and only willing to make two for me a month. Phoenix tail hairy shuttlecocks play, one in the first half of the month and one in the second half of the month."

After a pause, he continued, "Yes, he also restricted me from eating pheasants, saying that the big chickens have to give birth to chickens, and the chickens have to grow up... Then I am going to starve to death? But he will cook for me eat…"

Tan Qing rolled her eyes again: "I didn't let me kill the villagers, saying that it would cause cause and effect... Then when I crossed the catastrophe, he inherited the cause and effect for me... He Mingyu, are you asleep?"

He Mingyu bends the corners of his mouth slightly, opened his mouth and burst out a mouthful of blood: "No."

Tan Qing said curiously: "Then why are you giggling?"

He Mingyu slowly raised his hand and touched Tanqing's hair: "Because I found... what he did for you, I can do it for you."

Including dying for you.

The last thunder did not entrap rain or lightning.

Only the sound of howling wind passed through the deep and silent dense forest.

Accompanied by a heavy thunder strike, it fell on He Mingyu.

Passing through He Mingyu's body again, he injured Tan Qing's internal organs.

Tan Qing wiped the blood from her lips, sat quietly for a while, and suddenly shouted: "He Mingyu?"

Only this time, He Mingyu did not answer him.

Tan Qing still felt that she was not afraid, and certainly not sad.

He firmly and persistently raised his **** toward the night light that emerged from the treetops, then firmly hugged He Mingyu, and carefully asked again: "He Mingyu and He Mingyu, are you asleep?"

After the showers stopped, the woods were finally quiet.

Tiandao's voice did not seem to be as happy as Tan Qing expected.

And not only did it not disappear, but he said diligently: "Demon Fox Tanqing, the ordinary person by your side..."

"he died."

Tan Qing coughed another two mouthfuls of blood, and said carelessly, "Wait, I will die too. Are you very happy?"

Heavenly Way: "..."

Tiandao didn't know what he was talking about, but after a long time, he came out again: "He might not be dead..."

Tan Qing: "..."

It is good that Tan Qing's internal organs, heart, and spleen are basically not good, and it is all because of He Mingyu that he survived for a while.

At this time, you are going to die, and you must scold all those who deserve to be scolded before you die.

"Stupid God!"

"He Mingyu stopped breathing, don't you have the ability to kill us? Get out of the mentally retarded! You deserve to die!"

"You return He Mingyu to me! Spicy chicken stuff!"

Heavenly Way: "..."

Tiandao was silent for a long time in the suffocating insult, and finally left a sentence: "Wait until dawn."

At dawn a fairy board.

Tan Qing leaned against the tree trunk and took a few breaths. It is estimated that there are still several hours before dawn.

And what can you do when it's dawn?

Can you become immortal?

Tan Qing held He Mingyu tightly with one hand, and wiped his eyes with the back of one hand.

He didn't cry anyway.

Who loves to cry who cry.

He didn't lose his soul, and after a while he died, he could still go to **** to work hard and earn some bribes for He Mingyu's next life.

I don't know who will be cheaper for such a good He Mingyu in the next life.

Tan Qing curled her lips and glanced at the direction of the skyline.

With very little hope, he looked down at He Mingyu.

The body in his arms did not become cold or hardened, unlike the dead people Tan Qing had seen before.

Although Tiandao is a spicy chicken.

But having a little hope is better than just waiting here until you die.

The night time passed very slowly.

The jacket of He Mingyu that Tan Qing wore was gradually dried by the night wind, leaving a slight mint smell.

It is the shower gel that He Mingyu usually uses.

Now Tan Qing also uses this.

Tan Qing stared boredly at the color of the mountain on the other side of the sky.

Watching the color change from dark black to light black, from light black to green gray, and from green gray to light white.

The dawn of this day seems to be exceptionally early.

The pale white fish belly seemed to last only a moment.

Before Tanqing could count the time, a ray of morning glow was draped on the white of the fish's belly.

The wounds that can form on Tan Qing's body have become thick blood scabs, but the internal organs that can no longer recover are telling him that death is coming soon.

The light color of the white fish belly gradually spreads across the horizon, and the painting becomes a nice piece of warm white.

Tan Qing touched He Mingyu lightly: "Hey, it's dawn."

However, He Mingyu did not give him any response.

Tan Qing can't see how disappointed it is, if he calculates it carefully, it is probably only a bit regretful.

He let out another sigh of relief, aggrieved: "I'm working hard until dawn...If you can't wake up, I can't help it."

After speaking, she seemed to feel that something was wrong, Tan Qing pursed her lips, and added, "But I will die soon, I'm already in pain..."

Every inch of skin is separated by pain.

The pain of every bone being broken.

The pain of crushing the heart and lungs.

Tan Qing glanced at the rising clouds that were slowly transpiring from the horizon.

Before closing your eyes.

he thinks.

In fact, there is nothing good about being a human being.

Because life and death are always too sad.

And just as Tan Qing fell asleep leaning on the branch.

At this moment.

All the birds in the silent mountain forest in the early morning suddenly jumped out of their heads and whirled around on the top of Tan Qing's head, as if they were discussing something surprising and strange to the birds.

At first, the thin rays of sunlight seemed to come alive in the radiant color, and a golden light was outlined from the rays of sunlight.

The sky is light.

Birds whispered parrots.

In a short while.

A long and clear cry resounded throughout the mountain forest.

The noisy flock of birds in the forest seemed to have found a guide, and in an instant they scattered from the top of Tan Qing's head, and followed their respective positions back to the depths of the dense forest.

I do not know how long it has been.

A golden red Feng Ling followed the gentle morning breeze and fell on Tan Qing's shoulders.

The sturdy man hurriedly pushed aside the chaotic branches and walked to the person who was sleeping next to the old tree.

Tan Qing's breathing is shallow and soft.

The man seemed to breathe a long sigh of relief, slightly bent over, and picked up the golden phoenix Ling.

He hugged Tan Qing up like a treasure.

He lowered his head and dropped a soft kiss on the corner of his lover's lips.