He and It

Saga shook his head, followed the small tooth marks that Yunchi had bitten, and swallowed the remaining pie in one gulp.

"Be good," he coaxed, "don't sit still. Let's go for a walk outside to eat. If you eat so much, you may have a stomachache at night."

Yunchi held his stomach and came out of the tavern with a sigh. He wandered slowly on the street where the fragrance of grain was floating. After walking around three times, he saw a bakery on the street. Yunchi felt that he was ready again and insisted on trying the inside. of freshly fried breadcrumbs.

In such a trivial matter, Saga did not disobey his ability at all. He could only watch Yunchi grabbing the fresh fried flour of the season and putting it into his mouth in handfuls.

"It's so sweet, it's different when it's fresh!"

After a moment, Yunchi silently lifted the bag and handed it to Sakya.

Sakya took it, poured it into his mouth, and swallowed it in one gulp.

After walking around for three more times, Yunchi saw a restaurant selling the legendary "horse milk tea". After going in and looking around, he took out a small clay pot and drank half of it. It was still filled with Sakya.

After walking around for three more times, Yunchi persisted and continued to walk towards the restaurant selling rice cakes. As soon as he walked halfway, he was picked up by Sakya and escorted back to the hotel forcibly.

That night, he paid the price for his excessive eating and drinking.

Yunchi tossed and turned in discomfort. Sakya rubbed his belly and said seriously: "You can't eat like this next time! Of course, I was also wrong for not stopping you in time..."

Yunchi collapsed in Sakya's arms, confident and unrepentant: "I won't, I will dare next time!"

The year flies by in a blink of an eye, and winter is here again.

"Winter..." Yunchi pondered.

"Winter." Saga pondered.

As the vacant divine genealogy was slowly filled, there was no longer a situation like one god being dominant. Yunchi and Sakya looked at the falling snow outside the window, and both felt very bored.

"Let's hibernate." Saga suggested. "Let's sleep quietly and warmly for a long, long sleep. What do you think?"

Yunchi's eyes lit up: "Okay! Then let's hibernate!"

The flames of the fireplace danced as they lowered the bed curtains and rolled up fluffy quilts and pillows. Big, soft white sea otters surrounded Yunchi. His ears moved slightly, and he heard the snow falling outside, and the fire inside the house making small crackling sounds.

The god and his lost bride cuddled together and fell asleep deeply in this warm spring-like winter.

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This unit is over, the next unit is Xiao Yu’s special performance!

Yunchi: *Sees the food and rushes towards it* I will challenge to eat them all today!

Saga: *horror* I don't think this is a good idea...

Yunchi: *Crying halfway through eating* I don’t think this is a good idea either!

Saga: *points to the sky* Look, what is that! *Taking advantage of Yunchi's distraction, he quickly swallowed the food in one bite* Oh, look, you've finished eating, that's great!

Yunchi: *bites his finger in confusion* Hmm...huh? Really? Why am I not impressed?

Chapter 66 Dark Sky Reserve (1)

The stench in the horse farm is overwhelming, and the rotting straw mats are completely mixed with the wet soil and feces, making the ground of the horse stable look like a dirty swamp, and flies are as relaxed as if they were back in their hometown. The humming noise almost drowned out the faint snort of the horses.

"Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu! Come over here!"

Yu Mengzhou hurriedly patted off the hoof scraps on his apron, and then lovingly touched the forehead of the skinny horse in front of him. The brown horse blinked its big, docile eyes, made a low purring sound, and gently cupped the young man's hand, then tilted its head and boldly nuzzled into his arms.

"Good boy," to be honest, the smell of this horse is really not very good. Even professionals who are used to horses would have to frown unconsciously here. However, Yu Mengzhou didn't care much. He skillfully He stroked the horse's mane and rubbed the end of the mane comfortingly, "It's okay, it's okay, go and stand in the open space over there."

The assistant at the racecourse slowly pulled it away. After comforting the horse on hand, Yu Mengzhou was not in a good mood. He stepped on a pair of dirty and worn-out rubber-soled boots and trudged hard in the direction of the shouting.

The soles of the shoes came into contact with the dirty mud puddles, and with every step they took, they made an infuriating "squeak, squeak, squeak" sound. It was only when Yu Mengzhou took a closer look that he could see the specific situation clearly.

"Master Hu," he stood still, "what's going on?"

"He's very irritable!" Master Hu is a short, stocky middle-aged man who speaks a strong dialect. If he hadn't worked with him for a long time, Yu Mengzhou would still not be able to understand what he said at first glance, "Last one, with He's like an old stubborn donkey who won't let me touch him until he's alive. Look at those hooves, they're probably all rotten!"

The stallion with brown background and white stripes in front of me is so thin that at a cursory glance, it is impossible to tell whether it is a young horse that has just grown up or an old horse with atrophied bones. It was tied to a horse post, holding on to every jagged bone in its thin neck. Its four hooves, whose colors had long been indistinguishable, were sliding desperately in the mud. It was breathing heavily and struggling hard, refusing to let anyone get close.

"Look," Master Hu wiped the sweat off his face with the back of his hand, straightened his waist with difficulty, and looked in front of him with a grin on his face, "You have to do this, Xiao Yu, you can secure it, no one else can do it. Come."

Yu Mengzhou shook his head and whispered: "It will take time to correct it. As time goes by, it will not be able to stand at all, and it will fall down when the time comes."

"I know it well," Master Hu said. "Call the others. This stubborn donkey has become as thin as a stick. I don't believe that two people can't hold it up."

Yu Mengzhou said loudly: "You all step aside and make room!"

The horse whirred and rolled on the ground, its protruding bones sticking to its skin and making a clanging sound on the ground. Yu Mengzhou carefully walked around from the left side of the horse, lowered his hands in front of him, and whistled gently to attract the horse's attention.

"Be good, be good..." Yu Mengzhou whispered, "It's okay. Look, I don't have anything in my hands. You are safe. It's okay."

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