He and It

"Did you see it?" Yan Huan asked, "The battlefield is quite large. Maybe the entire sandy field is covered on it."

Liu Fuguang whispered: "Such a big battle, I don't know how many remaining troubles it will breed..."

The strong wind blew intermittently throughout the night and then gradually stopped. Liu Fuguang calmed down, stared at the distant horizon, and suddenly said: "I think we have found the location of the aborigines."

Following his gaze, Yan Huan could hear the heavy creaking and turning sounds of heavy machinery. Looking from a distance, it seemed as if the round wings of several butterflies were erected on the sand.

He knew what it was. As he said, the aborigines could not withstand the scorching heat on the ground and turned to live underground. However, the ant bodies finally found a difficult way to survive. They pressed the metal door tightly on the sand and waited until the night wind blew and removed it. The heavy sand mountain above, the door will automatically pop open to ventilate the underground.

The two walked through the desert and reached the opening of the underground door. They walked through it and took a closer look. The ground was as hot as fire, but the underground was completely cold as ice, and the chill penetrated into the bones. Liu Fuguang illuminated the road with a bright pearl, and saw that the villages and sand fields were no different from anywhere else, except that the houses were silent, the farmland was sparse, and the putrid smell of corpses flowed in the air.

Liu Fuguang rushed into the village in a few steps and went from house to house to see. The earthen houses were filled with bones of long-dead people, and all the blood had been sucked clean from their bodies.

"How come..." Liu Fuguang murmured, "No one was left alive."

Yan Huan made a shushing gesture and covered the pearl in his hand. Liu Fuguang remained silent. He also heard a rustling sound not far away.

Yan Huan pulled him gently but possessively, and the two of them ducked into the darkness, immediately becoming one with the darkness.

Liu Fuguang looked carefully and heard two quiet "plop" sounds. A small thing hit the high threshold and rolled in quickly.

The ground is cold and cold. For any earth house, a lot of work must be spent on the foundation. A layer of broken wood, a layer of mud, and a layer of lime. Such composite pouring creates a thick ground. The little thing fell from the threshold and fell on its back.

He could see clearly that it was clearly a small puppet with rough features, blood on the corners of his mouth, hair, hands and feet, and the sewn clothes had long turned into a colorless tan. This thing was actually alive. It struggled and danced for a while, then slowly stood up, wandering around the room, breathing loudly.

"Tell me, what is it doing?" Yan Huan stood behind him and asked in a low voice.

He asked the puppet in his mouth, but his thoughts were not even bothering to think about it. His chest was close to Liu Fuguang's back, and a purring sound began to come out of his throat again.

He couldn't help but chase the warm heat. On the soft neck, and on the exposed skin that was not covered by clothing, there was a fragrance that made him fascinated. The unique spirit exuded in the flesh and blood of his lover.

He breathed deeply, breathed deeply, and repeated it a thousand or ten thousand times, but it was not enough. His hungry saliva flowed between his fangs, and it was never enough.

Yan Huan couldn't help but imagine how he smelled. Liu Fuguang used the incense of flowers and trees. The fragrance of butterfat and rosin blended into every line of texture, mixing with the heat on his skin. The lover's blood vessels throbbed, and the blood washed through the meridians, like a surging gentle tide, sending an extremely deep and infatuating call to the Dragon God.

He couldn't help but fantasize about the taste of it all, the way it melted on his lips and tongue... Yan Huan felt hungry, his eyelashes trembled, his pupils were dilated, and the tip of his dark tongue involuntarily stuck out of his lips, Want to lick at——

"It's looking for us." Liu Fuguang integrated the warning into his answer, like a sober bell, roaring in Yan Huan's mind, "Concentrate."

Yan Huan was suddenly startled, as if he had just woken up from a beautiful dream, he closed his mouth lonely, his eyes were very aggrieved.

"…Oh," he muttered, "Okay."

They talked here without any scruples, but the puppet didn't notice them at all. It babbling and circling back and forth, but still couldn't find any living things in the room. Mo Hua's eyebrows couldn't help but stand up angrily, and his two blurry eyes flickered, looking very strange in the dark and lightless space. , adding a bit of gloominess.

It stopped motionless in the middle of the house, and suddenly let out a childish, sharp cry: "Mom! Mom! I'm afraid, where are you?"

"You little beast," Yan Huan said, "You are still howling here. Are you really afraid of being wiped out in ashes?"

Liu Fuguang said: "It wants to lure us out. However, I always feel that I have seen this puppet somewhere..."

With a thought in his mind, but too lazy to watch the evil thing acting anymore, he took a step forward, walked directly to the puppet, and picked it up.

The puppet suddenly touched the pure Qi of Supreme Goodness, and his bloody soul was almost shattered. Liu Fuguang turned it over, touched the material it was made of, and suddenly realized: "God of camphor and willow! Camphor wood is Brother Ling, willow is Sister Ling... How can there be God of camphor and willow here?"

Taoism is vague, but Zhangliu God is an out-and-out sorcerer. The soothsayer with evil intentions, looking for secrets for profit, figured out how to rely on the God of Zhangliu. The noses, lips, tongue tips, ears, and eyes of boys and girls were cut alive, and the vital energy was extracted with a curse. They were then disemboweled, and their hearts and livers were cut into small pieces, dried in the sun, and then pounded into powder. The boy was wrapped in a camphor wood doll, and the girl was wrapped in a willow wood doll. They made clothes out of five-color silk and became a camphor willow god. It can be used to send people to cause trouble, and it can also be used to predict the future.

When he called out his origin, the God of Camphor Willow could no longer be mute. It screamed loudly: "What insects are there in June? The rocks are about to break and the copper mountains are melting! The couches are as burning as sitting in a deep steamer, and the withered grass leaves The roaring wind! The drought-stricken people..."

The noise was so unbearable that Yan Huan clamped down on the puppet's head, and the evil spirit poured in from the heavenly spirit. The pain made the God of Zhangliu cry wildly. Yan Huan suppressed his sadistic desire and whispered: "Shut up." .”

Liu Fuguang said helplessly: "What it reads seems to be a poem describing a severe drought. Why don't you let it finish?"

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