Traveling with Indra

Jiu Lama raised his head.

Jiu Lama opened his mouth.

Jiu Lama shut up.

Jiu Lama lay down.

The big fox looked depressed and hung his head. Although Indra was very gentle now, if he didn't obey, he would definitely change his face immediately. Indra was different from when he was in the Ninja Sect, and everything in the past could not be returned.

Ming Luo on the other side finally came to her senses and realized that the human-shaped sofa she was leaning on was particularly comfortable. Her cheeks flushed and she wanted to push him away. She was tangled up in what to do. It would not be good to react too strongly, as it would make her seem like she cared a lot.

Indra seemed to be unaware of what he had done. "Mingluo, what are you thinking about?"

"I feel sad about your growth. It's so unexpected." Ming Luo couldn't help but say something in a veiled way. They were only separated for a month, so why did Indra turn dark?

Indra's eyebrows softened, with a faint smile on his lips: "Hehe~ People who keep company with bad people are bad."

Ming Luo pushed the sofa away and snorted in a muffled voice. "I'm really sorry for you."

Indra's eyes drifted to the side, but the corners of his mouth curled up completely. "It's good that you feel the responsibility."

Ming Luo, who felt inexplicably responsible, said: "..."

Why do I feel scolded?

What is that thing called pulling up pants?

The girl under the candlestick pinched her fingers, and the light softly sprinkled on her face, outlining her delicate features, like a beautiful painting. Her hair fluttered gently, exuding a faint fragrance, and her skin seemed to be able to shine.

But the more harmless Mingluo looked, the more she was about to explode. When her red lips slightly opened, Indra decided not to continue this pleasant conversation. "What would you like to eat tomorrow morning?"

If I continue to make trouble, I will lose.

I still can’t compare with him in terms of talking skills.

"Woo... I want to eat ramen." Ming Luo blinked her eyes. She couldn't help but want to eat it since she came to this era.

"Okay." Indra touched her head, stood up and left.

Ramen?

Make the soup that night.

Just simmer it over low heat.

Ming Luo looked at the closed door and couldn't help but sigh. She stood up and picked up the big fox, patted its head, stroked it over and over again, and gradually heard a comfortable snoring sound, then she held it in her arms.

"Jiulama, what kind of person do you think Indra is?" Mingluo buried her head in Maomao and sucked his vixen. She had always thought that Indra, apart from being a brother-con, was just the son of God on the altar, with very little emotion such as emotions.

He was conscientious but not in tune with the world, helping the poor but not knowing the suffering. Therefore, she always talked with Indra about what human nature is. The heart that changes all the time like ripples on water is the most complicated part of human beings.

But Indra is different now. He took the initiative to step down from the shrine to try and understand. Although he still looks clumsy, one can see that human nature is gradually awakening.

[I don’t hate this kind of change.]

[He who was once shackled is freed, which makes him more real and interesting. 】

"I'm not human." Jiu Lama's red eyes half-closed, his mind drifting to the past. "If you like him, then like him. No one objects."

[I want to object, but... I'm afraid Indra will beat me. ]

Mingluo almost threw the fur in her hand away. She had never told anyone that she liked Indra. But Mingluo remembered the special feature of the Nine-Tailed Fox. It seemed that it could sense the good and evil of people? Then... her love for Indra was sensed all at once? "You... can you feel it?"

"...Hmm." Jiu Lama was speechless. Do I need to feel it? You guys are all hugging each other.

Ming Luo, who had completely misunderstood, pulled the quilt over her head and asked the big fox in a soft voice to promise not to tell Indra about her feelings.

"Master Jiu Lama, you can't talk about a girl's feelings casually."

"I'm not interested, go to sleep." Jiu Lama felt full for some reason, and swung his tail over her face. He rested his head on the soft pillow, rubbed it, and closed his eyes.

I seem to have forgotten something?

Forget it, sleep.

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Two days later, the construction of the reservoir was completed and the road was built. Indra and Mingluo were ready to leave, but they didn't expect that there were villagers there to see them off. They gave them some food and wild vegetables, and thanked them for helping to build the road with simple smiles.

“This road is much better than before.”

"Thank you so much."

"It was the fox that did it." Mingluo took the fox off Indra's shoulder and held it up to show him. "It will live in the mountains in the future. If you are afraid, don't go there. The Nine-Tailed Fox will not hurt anyone unless... someone takes the initiative to attack it."

[This way...Kuroma will be better in the future, right? ]

The villagers looked at the silent Indra, glanced at his handsome face, smiled and sent their blessings to Mingluo. "Miss Mingluo, I wish you and Lord Indra happiness."

"Yes, I wish you happiness."

Mingluo was frightened by the blessing and dropped the fox to the ground.

Jiu Lama landed safely, swinging his nine big tails.

"Thank you." Indra's mouth curled up slightly, he nodded to everyone, pulled Mingluo and dragged her away.

"Woo~" Jiu Lama spread out his claws and followed, his nine tails swinging back and forth, looking particularly fluffy.

The villagers were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. They said so many words of thanks, but Indra didn't respond. It turned out that this was his weakness.

"I can't believe Lord Indra is such a person."

"He has always taken good care of Miss Mingluo."

"Yes."

Indra walked on the path with the morning breeze blowing on his face, feeling the little hand struggling to get free, staring at her dissatisfied eyes in confusion, as if asking why she was struggling?

"Little black."

Ming Luo's face was about to crack. The last time she got the lover's script was last time. Did this idiot think that once Black Zetsu came out, he would play that script? And... they didn't hold hands last time, right?

"That... is out of date." Don't force it. Analyze the specific situation.

"Woo." Indra loosened his hand and moved his fingers with some regret.

Ming Luo turned her face away and bit her lower lip, suspecting that this guy was pretending to be pitiful.

he's changed!

He has really changed.

The atmosphere fell into silence again. The two men and the fox walked for several hours, and it was almost noon. Indra kicked Jiu Lama to go catch fish and followed Mingluo who was collecting firewood.

"Are you still angry?" He wanted Mingluo to calm down before going back.

"Did you see it?" Ming Luo said this incoherent sentence, which had been kept in her heart for three days.

"I saw it."

"I want to silence you."

"I won't even tell Asura." So, don't worry about it... okay?

Indra couldn't bring himself to say the soft words that followed, so he could only make the promise softly.

“Then why are you so...close...to me…” Ming Luo didn’t understand his reaction. Even after Xu Xian and Bai Suzhen got married, Xu Xian couldn’t accept for a while that his wife was a monster.

"It's natural for me to love you and be close to you." Indra was even more confused than her. Was there any conflict here?

Ming Luo didn't understand his tone that seemed to be a matter of course. His calm and restrained expression, the lack of fancy words, and his lukewarm tone were so firm.

Why don't you care?

Indra saw that her eyes were red, and then he showed a little panic. "You don't like it... I will restrain myself in the future, Mingluo... don't cry."

"Are you stupid?" Ming Luo sniffed and hugged him.

Woohoo, what a big idiot.