Dressed as a cannon fodder

It was raining peach blossoms outside the window, Meng Yunchi looked at the endless peach forest outside the magic palace, and said to the people around him: "Let me get you a rocking chair."

Min Hangyuan put down the scroll in his hand, reached out and rubbed his slightly sore eyes: "What rocking chair?"

"Hmm... it will shake slightly when you sit on it..." He searched for an adjective: "leisurely chair for the elderly."

Min Hangyuan smiled when he heard the words: "Okay."

Not long after, the sound of ping-ping-pong-pong sounded in the yard. Min Hangyuan stood up with his waist supported, and leaned against the window to watch Meng Yunchi prepare a complete set of tools and actually build a chair for him, with a very serious look on his face.

Min Hangyuan took out a piece of warm ink jade from his bosom, held it in his hand, and looked at the back in the yard.

His master seems to know everything.

Meng Yunchi spent half a day building a chair, engraved a fat-headed snake sticking out its tongue on the chair, pushed the back of the chair with his hands, and stood aside to watch the chair swing back and forth by itself.

Then he lay down by himself, squinted his eyes, weighed on his toes, and wobbled.

Min Hangyuan suddenly realized that Master made him a chair as an excuse, but in fact Master wanted to sit on it.

Meng Yunchi turned his head and stretched out his hand: "Come here."

Min Hangyuan went to the yard as he said, but saw the other party patted his thigh: "Sit up."

"..." Min Hangyuan leaned on the back of the chair and sat up. Meng Yunchi pulled his semi-rigid upper body down, put his hands through his waist to support his abdomen, and weighed the ground with his toes. coming.

"Don't tense up, just relax."

Min Hangyuan did as he said, and asked, "Am I heavy?"

"not heavy."

Min Hangyuan completely relaxed, and felt something pressed against his lower back for a while, "Master, did you drop some hammer on the chair?"

"..." Meng Yunchi whispered in his ear, "No."

As time passed, Min Hangyuan's abdomen became more and more swollen, and his movements became more inconvenient.

Meng Yunchi reckoned that he became more and more uncomfortable as time went by, because Min Hangyuan seemed to be a lot thinner than before when he was hugged, and occasionally when he woke up in the middle of the night, he would hear him curled up on his side, biting the brocade quilt and moaning, as if the pain was severe .

It was not easy for Heilong to give birth to offspring. Meng Yunchi had seen that Shu Zhong had suffered a lot. He knew that Min Hangyuan was suffering, but he couldn't share half of it for him.

The candlestick ignited a jumping flame, Meng Yunchi got up and walked around to Min Hangyuan's side, but saw that Min Hangyuan had already bit his tongue to the point of blood, and a little red was stained from his lips.

Pain and tightness in the belly, but these are all false information, and it will disappear after a while, but the process is too difficult.

Meng Yunchi raised his sleeve to wipe off the cold sweat on his face, and said softly, "I'll get you a cup of hot water, okay?"

Min Hangyuan's consciousness was a little hazy, and he didn't know whether he agreed or not.

But I saw that man came back shortly after going out, holding a cup of steaming water, and put the cup to his lips: "Drink, your body is cold, drink some will make you feel better, and it will relieve some pain."

Min Hangyuan drank the water with his hand, the warm current flowed from his stomach to his whole body, he exhaled slowly, fell into a drowsiness, and closed his eyes peacefully amidst Meng Yunchi's back slapping and soft humming .

Meng Yunchi tucked in the quilt, took off a lock of hair sticking to his lips, and took the cup away.

He washed away the remaining undrinked blood in the cup with water, and pressed his heart. There was a tiny wound there that was slowly healing, and there was no abnormality visible in the morning of the second day.

This child is too rambunctious, and Qian Zhanglian's temperament is too warm, and there is a faint tendency to be overwhelmed.

Water droplets dripped into the pool along his fingertips, Meng Yunchi put the cup away, turned around and walked back to the bed, embraced with Min Hangyuan, and fell into a deep sleep.

Footsteps sounded in the dark and gloomy stone room, stepping on the bluestone bricks covered with a shallow layer of water, creating ripples.

The stone room was empty and large, and the footsteps that brought the sound of water rang for a long time, and finally stopped beside an ice bed located in the center of the stone room.

The temperature here is terribly low.

A half-finger-long yellow flame ignited on the floor candlestick beside the bed, and the jumping flames were reflected in the ripples of water, breaking into quiet yellow spots all over the place, trembling.Stretching out a pale and slender hand from the darkness, he touched the fiery red hair of the person on the bed, and sighed in the shadows.

The man came out from the darkness, gradually revealing his full form, dressed in purple.

Langyue ignored the bone-chilling temperature on the bed, sat on the side of the couch, staring at Huo Song's cold face.

"Your Majesty is really cunning." His fingers wandered across Huo Song's face, "Hiding you so far away, I wouldn't let me find you until the last moment."

Meng Yunchi saw his intention to die in front of Huo Song ten thousand years ago, but in the end he sent Huo Song away and set up such a formation to hide it.

He is the master of Shen Yuan, an immortal ghost in essence, and he will never die just because of those monks casually stabbing him once or twice.Shen Yuan's ghost gate was opened after the breath gate got out of control, but after he was resurrected, there was no trace of Huo Song anywhere.

Until Huo Song took the initiative to withdraw the formation, when he found him, half of his body was immersed in the lava, his lifespan had already been exhausted, and he had no vitality.

For ten thousand years.

Langyue crawled onto the bed rustlingly, pressed her forehead against Huosong's cheek and closed her eyes, "Why don't you wait for me a little longer, even a little longer." He whispered: "I want to drink You brewed wine..."

The time when the breath door was broken and out of control fed many ghosts in Shen Yuan. His goal has already been achieved, but now he wants to open the breath door again.

If the door of breath is not opened, Song of Fire cannot be revived.

At least Fengxi once showed him hope.

In order to bring Meng Yunchi back from another world, Fengxi forcefully urged the gatekeeper to turn back nearly a thousand years of time at the expense of himself.

He doesn't have that much ability, he just wants to revive Song of Fire.

Although Fengxi held the inner alchemy of Meng Yunchi in his hand, the inner alchemy was close to being scrapped and completely useless.

The seal of Ximen is still held in Meng Yunchi's hands.

He had to destroy his defenses in order to seize that slight gap and take the opportunity to enter.

So no wonder he set his sights on Min Hangyuan.

Langyue grasped Huo Song's hand tightly, and rubbed his forehead against his cheek: "I have always used everything around me to achieve my goals, using everything around me, including myself." His voice was very low: "I like this Despicable and humble, but I want you to still love me..."

He touched the strange lines on his face, and murmured: "You must continue to love me..."

After a long silence in the stone room, Langyue turned over and sat up on the ice bed, and said to the darkness, "Go."

A young and rigid voice sounded from the shadows, with a bit of stiffness: "Yes." The sound of the wheelchair rolling over the floor slowly faded away.