The third uncle always wants to elope

The little boy who heard the voice lowered his head to look, only to see those deep eyes, the black hair like a waterfall scattered on the green grass, the tear mole hidden by the shadow of the eyelids, and the bright red lips like red in winter plum.

The little boy actually felt that this person was prettier than the fairies in the album...

Sijun frowned. He knew from a young age that this face was too feminine. The servants and maids in the palace often joked about it. Even his grandfather said that he was born with this appearance. There is no big achievement in the world, and in the future, they can only be reduced to the vassal of those strong.

So on weekdays, Sijun hates the various looks that those people cast on her face.

Maybe because he noticed the hostility in the eyes of the person below him, Xiao Tong finally came back to his senses.

"I'm sorry." He hurriedly got up from Sijun's body.

Sijun didn't speak, frowned, stood up and walked into the room.

There was a large dark mark on the black clothes, the boy looked at the grass, and found that the grass was covered with bright red blood.

"You're injured! Brother." The little boy hugged the rabbit and suddenly called out behind Sijun.

Sijun's footsteps paused, and there was some coldness in his words, "Don't call me brother."

The little boy's face instantly showed grievances, he pursed his mouth, and after a while, he responded in a low voice.

"Oh."

Sijun glanced at him from the corner of his eye, "There is a side door behind this yard, let's leave from there."

Hearing this, the little boy was overjoyed, and hurriedly said, "Thank you brother..."

Seeing Sijun's face quickly gloomy again, Xiao Tong changed his mouth in fright.

"Thank you uncle!"

The sound was quite loud, which startled Sijun. Fortunately, there were no people patrolling outside now, otherwise something bad would happen.

After realizing it, Sijun laughed a little, the corner of his mouth involuntarily hooked up, but his corner of the eye glanced at the boy's stunned face.

Sijun stopped smiling instantly, frowned, "Get lost."

The little boy was so frightened that he hugged the rabbit and ran out the door in a hurry.

"Behind."

The little boy hastily turned his footsteps and ran to the backyard in a hurry.

The villain who was in front of me just now disappeared quickly, Sijun sighed, took the medicine bottle on the table, and walked into the house.

The clothes and the flesh on the back were stuck together, and Sijun couldn't help frowning when he took them off.

He looked at the wound on his back, and it was bloody and bloody. He picked up the medicine bottle and the medicine was almost finished, and then he began to sit cross-legged on the bed and practice again.

When Sijun opened his eyes, he found that it was already bright outside, and the servant outside knocked on the door.

"Young Palace Master, the Palace Master is looking for you."

"Ah."

Sijun stood up from the bed, changed her clothes, and walked out the door.

As soon as the door of the study was pushed open, Huai Cangxiong's voice came out from inside.

"A monster recently appeared outside Fengyang City and slaughtered many demon soldiers. You catch him and lock him in the dungeon."

Before Sijun could speak, Feng Yingying's voice came from the door.

"Grandpa Huai, Sijun is still injured, it's fine for this monster to send someone casually, if it doesn't work, I can go too!"

Huai Cangxiong scolded: "Nonsense, why are you joining in the fun?"

"But Sijun..."

Huai Cangxiong raised her hand, stopped her words, and looked at Sijun standing beside her.

"What do you mean?"

Sijun's eyebrows and eyes were cold, and after a while, he slowly said: "I have no objection."

Huai Cangxiong nodded in satisfaction, "Okay, then you can go now."

Sijun nodded and walked out the door.

Feng Yingying wanted to say something, but seeing Sijun's back that was about to disappear, she hurriedly chased after him.

"Sijun, wait!"

"You wait!"

"Huai Shuangshu!" Feng Yingying suddenly shouted, Huai Shuangshu's footsteps finally stopped.

"Are you really going?!"

Seeing him stop, Feng Yingying hastily chased after him.

Huai Shuangshu nodded slowly.

"Are you an idiot? How can you get away with such a serious injury?!" Feng Yingying's eyes turned red with anger, and her expression was a little anxious.

"I'm going to find Grandpa Huai now, he's gone too far!"

"No, I'm fine."

The faint voice of Huai Shuangshu sounded, and the footsteps walked out of the door again.

Seeing him go out, Feng Yingying hurriedly chased him out, but found that Huai Shuangshu had already disappeared.

In fact, Huai Shuangshu had heard about this monster a long time ago. I heard that it was an evil animal before it was alive. Later, because it ate the elixir by mistake, its skill greatly increased, but its mind was not opened, so it only increased its ferocity and caused chaos in Fengyang City.

When Huai Shuangshu arrived in Fengyang City, the streets were empty, and there were no magic soldiers guarding them.

"I have seen the Young Palace Master." The demon soldiers at the city gate hurriedly kowtowed to Huai Shuangshu.

"Have you ever seen that monster?"

The kneeling demon soldier lowered his head and thought for a while, then slowly said: "I haven't seen it, but I have heard people mention that the monster looks like a horse, it's all black, and it's extremely fast."

Huai Shuangshu pondered for a moment, "Where did it appear last time?"

The demon soldier on the other side replied, "It's about dozens of miles outside Fengyang City."

Huai Shuangshu nodded, leaped onto the city gate, and flew out of Fengyang City.

It was very dark, Huai Shuangshu found a horseshoe footprint on the ground, looked in the direction, and found that there was a forest ahead.

The dark forest was quiet, with a pair of books in his arms stepping on the fallen leaves piled up on the ground, making a rustling sound.

Not long after, a strange sound suddenly sounded in the dark night. The sound was very small, but Huai Shuangshu had a keen sense of hearing and quickly identified the source of the sound.

Turning around, a thick black mist appeared in the palm of his hand, Huai Shuangshu squinted his eyes, and shot towards the corner in an instant.

The figure followed closely, and the long sword flashed a dazzling white light in the night, and the leaves on the ground were scattered in the air.

Jian Guang drew a deep ditch on the ground, and the trunk not far away split open.

There was a hiss suddenly in front of Huai Shuangshu, and then a black shadow rushed towards him.

With the weak light, Huai Shuangshu vaguely saw that it was really a black horse.

The long sword in his hand made a circle, and a tree fell down, lying in front of the black shadow.

The black horse was very smart, with a leap of its hooves, it crossed the tree trunk in an instant, but the figure with the double books was one step faster than it, and had already moved behind it.

The long sword pierced a wound on the horse's back, and Huai Shuangshu avoided the vital point.

The black horse neighed fiercely again, and then rushed towards Huai Shuangshu frantically as if it had been irritated.

It was very fast, and Huai Shuangshu was wounded, and his moves became a little messy for a while.

The black horse rose into the sky again, Huai Shuangshu frowned, and was about to cut off its hooves.

Looking at the horse's belly from the corner of his eye, he was startled, and hastily withdrew his long sword again.

The black horse's hooves kicked Huai Shuangshu's chest in an instant, and the meridians in his body twisted into a ball. After holding back his breath, he finally couldn't hold back and spit out a mouthful of thick blood.

Huai Shuangshu took two steps back, his brows turned cold, seeing the black horse attacking him again, his long sword changed direction and stabbed towards the black horse's belly.

This time the black horse's cry was even more tragic than the previous few times, and it fell from mid-air.

Huai Shuangshu walked over, the black horse struggled to stand up from the ground, but it lost its strength, moved twice and fell back to the ground again.

It whimpered twice, with tears in its eyes.

Huai Shuangshu sighed, and the long sword made another cut in the black horse's belly.

A horse cub that has not yet opened its eyes fell out of it.

He came along the road and heard from those magic soldiers that the black horse was docile. Although it was true that it was abused on weekdays, it had never been seen to go crazy. I don't know why it suddenly lost its mind. child.

The black horse whimpered twice more, took off his coat with double books in his arms, and wrapped the cub inside.

"If you are alive, you can only be locked in the dungeon for the rest of your life. If you let you go, you will also be chased and killed by those demon soldiers. Now, you are willing to exchange your life for the life of your child?"

The head of the black horse underneath rubbed against the calf carrying the double books, with a very docile expression, and then slowly closed its eyes.

Huai Shuangshu glanced at the black horse's body, dug a big hole on the ground with his long sword, and buried the black horse's body in it.

After finishing everything, he picked up the pony cub and prepared to walk into the magic palace.

As soon as he walked out of the woods, he suddenly felt the devilish energy in his meridians scurrying inside, and he sat down on the ground hastily.

His head was dizzy, and his whole body with double books in his arms seemed to be being burned by a raging fire. His throat was sweet, and he spit out a mouthful of thick blood uncontrollably.

The demon energy in the meridians became more and more chaotic, Huai Shuangshu looked a little tired, and a wave of demon energy surged towards his chest again.

The tense strings in his mind were snapped, his eyes went dark, and he passed out.

...

It was as if a heavy stone had been pressed on his chest, and he was a little out of breath with the double books in his arms. When he opened his eyes tiredly, he found a big head sleeping on his chest.

Raising his hand laboriously, Huai Shuangshu pushed the head.

The head moved twice, and looked up from the chest carrying the double books.

She was rubbing her eyes sleepily, her hair was in a loose bun on her head, her facial features were beautiful, and there was a small cinnabar mole between her eyebrows.

Seeing his chubby face, Huai Shuangshu suddenly felt itchy on his fingertips.

"Uncle! You're awake!"

"Why am I here?" As soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was very hoarse, and Huai Shuangshu frowned in some discomfort.

The little boy ran to the table in a hurry. He was a little short and could only stand on his feet. He picked up the teapot with difficulty and poured water into the cup.

After pouring, he brought it over carefully, looked at Huai Shuangshu with hope on his face, "Uncle, drink tea."

Hearing his address, Huai Shuangshu felt a little doubt about his face for the first time.

So... am I getting old?

Seeing that Huai Shuangshu didn't pick it up, he stepped on his feet again, and stubbornly brought the cup to Huai Shuangshu's mouth.

There was a hint of coolness on his lips, and Huai Shuangshu came back to his senses.

Hastily took the teacup over, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, Uncle!"

Hearing him call himself Uncle again, it was a little funny to hold double books, and wanted to touch the top of his head, but there was a laughing and cursing sound from the door.

"Brat, you're yelling again! Be careful I'll slap your ass!"

Huai Shuangshu looked up and found that the person at the door was wearing a fiery red cloth, with neat boots on his feet, his head was not in a bun, but simply tied into a ponytail, although his eyebrows and eyes were not as delicate as that of a child , but there is an extra stream of heroic spirit.