Can the tail be tickled?

"Tick tock, tick tock—"

With sticky hands in his hands, Mo Ziyi opened his eyes, bloodshot eyes.

The three characters Zhaotianmen were soaked in blood, the reddish-brown blood seeped into the gate stone, and the blood beads flowed down along the stone body, vicious and fierce, devouring every breath.

Mo Ziyi was holding the Blood Moon Demon Knife in both hands, half kneeling, the blade stabbed into the heart of a monk, killing him with one blow.

"This is, this is..." Mo Ziyi's pupils shrank suddenly. Once again, he was covered in blood again, and once again his life was cut by hand. He looked at Ye Wuhui with a complicated expression at a loss. , looking at the thousands of monks behind him.

He let go of his hand, the Blood Moon Demon Knife lost its support, and fell to the ground with a "clang" sound, falling into the blood all over the ground.

Mo Ziyi rushed to Ye Wuhui, supported his shoulder, as if possessed by a demon: "I didn't, listen to me, Ye Wuhui, trust me, trust me..."

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead.He is afraid, he is afraid, this is his worst memory, the dirtiest and loneliest past.

Mo Ziyi was not afraid of anything, life and death, unknown dangers, but Ye Wuhui's expression was as cold as winter, and he turned and left without emotion.

He was sobbing, he was terrified, but in the next second, he was hugged into a warm embrace. Ye Wuhui hugged him, leaned against his ear, and said, "Yes, I believe it."

Mo Ziyi was stunned.

Ye Wuhui looked at him tenderly, looking at his little fox, there seemed to be thousands of mountains and rivers in his eyes, he swung his sword, ushered in a cold light, clear sky with snow and ice, thousands of miles frozen.

He will never let his little fox go into the abyss alone again.

He left with Mo Ziyi and got rid of all the monks who surrounded them. They sat on the top of the Ten Thousand Flowers Terrace, leaning against each other, with the breeze blowing on their faces, thousands of flowers bloomed, rustling.

"Ye Wuhui?" Mo Ziyi called out uncertainly.

"Well, I'm here." He looked at Mo Ziyi, his eyes were filled with tiny rays of light, he held his face in his hands, and in the other's surprised eyes, kissed him softly, from shallow to tender. Deep, soft and delicate.

Ye Wuhui pressed against the corner of Mo Ziyi's mouth, extremely gentle: "Ziyi, let's get married."

They put on bright red wedding clothes and made three obeisances to get married.

Husband and wife bowed to each other, they held each other's hand, Mo Ziyi looked into his eyes, worried: "This time, do you want to go?"

Ye Wuhui smiled and shook his head: "Don't go."

In the wedding room, the red silk was fluttering, carrying the refreshing fragrance of flowers. They toasted, clinked glasses, arm in arm, and stared deeply at each other: "Drink the wine together."

Mo Ziyi was not good at drinking, but he just drank a glass of wine, and the end of his eyes was stained with a faint blush.He leaned against Ye Wuhui's arms, as soft as a little white rabbit, allowing the person in front of him to kiss, caress, and take off his clothes bit by bit.

Mo Ziyi's eyes were covered with a thin layer of water mist, and he looked at Ye Wuhui in a dazed way, with tears streaming from his eyes.

He cried.

Ye Wuhui hugged him and kissed away his tears: "Don't cry."

Mo Ziyi leaned against Ye Wuhui's arms, clearly shed tears, but the corner of his mouth was smiling: "Everything in this phantom array is what I want most in this life."

Ye Wuhui rubbed Mo Ziyi's hair and said, "Me too."

"Little brother." Mo Ziyi kissed the corner of Ye Wuhui's mouth, "Let's go back."

"Yeah." Ye Wuhui's eyes were even more gentle, he put on Mo Ziyi's clothes, looked at his maple clothes like fire, his eyes like stars, "Ziyi, after I go back, I also have something to tell you."

"Yeah!" Mo Ziyi nodded heavily, his smile was like a warm sun, illuminating this dark illusion, "Little brother, see you later!"

"Well, see you later."

The breeze broke into the bedroom with petals, and the ambiguous ambiguity that was burning like fireworks was rolled up. They walked back to back again——

But this time, it is no longer a different route, but the same destination.

......

After breaking away from the phantom array, when they woke up, the two were still in the tomb passage, Ye Wuhui stood beside Mo Ziyi, holding him tightly, looking at him tenderly and indulgently.

Mo Ziyi threw himself into Ye Wuhui's arms, embraced him, and greedily inhaled the fragrance of bamboo leaves on his body: "Little brother, I'm back!"

Ye Wuhui stroked Mo Ziyi's back: "It's good to see you again."

The phantom formation was broken, and the exit of the tomb passage was just ahead, and they walked hand in hand to the place where the light came from.

It suddenly became clear before the eyes, the tomb passage retreated thousands of miles in an instant, and then disappeared without a trace. They were in an empty tomb room, without tables and chairs, and there were no dead bodies like in the tomb passage. The coffins were everywhere, only one The white candle swayed and burned, blooming a twilight.

The Qiankun mirror in his arms suddenly started buzzing, and the pointer was spinning around, and when the restlessness stopped, the pointer didn't move, pointing directly at his feet.

"It's here." Mo Ziyi put away the Qiankun Mirror, and quickly prepared the cinnabar and the glass bottle containing Yang Xinghe's blood.

Mo Ziyi manipulated, and Zhu Sha drew a dynamic formation on the floor of the tomb.

It was just the first stroke of the formation, and at this moment, there was a sudden sobbing sound from the tomb. It was extremely tragic, with the loneliness of being alone here for a thousand years, and the fear of nothingness. Straight into the eardrum.

Suddenly, dots of green light surged from the soles of the feet, and the next moment, there was a strong wind on the ground!The green awn turned into turbulent spiritual power, summoning an earth-shattering hurricane, the air gathered together, was distorted by such spiritual power, and turned into a white jelly form, spinning crazily with the strong wind.

However, the formation that was painted with a stroke was blown away in an instant, and the cinnabar scattered.

The stones and sand were swept up by the howling wind, turning into endless sharp blades, brushing the neck and arms, leaving a faint bloodstain.

"Tsk." Mo Ziyi frowned, Hongyu struck out quickly, the whip ignited flames, and was involved in the storm.

A violent tornado erupted, and red flames rose suddenly.

Mo Ziyi quickly put away the glass bottle, changed to a place farther away from the storm, bit his fingertips, replaced the cinnabar with his own blood, drew a bright red pattern on the ground with his fingertips, and shouted loudly : "Hong Yu, come back!"

The red whip came back with flames and stood by Mo Ziyi's side. At the same time, Ye Wuhui also stood in front of Mo Ziyi, and Qing Yu shone coldly.

The ice-blue spiritual power flickered like thunder, and Ye Wuhui's figure rushed into the storm instantly like an arrow flying from the string. , chopped down.

The blue and green spiritual power spread rapidly between Qing Yu and Hurricane, mixed with billowing majestic and ferocious energy. At the same time, an ice wall was suddenly built beside Mo Ziyi to block him from the All attacks.

The sky was full of ice shards, Ye Wuhui wrestled with the storm, his figure flickering in the stuck air.

Mo Ziyi was well protected by him, and the formation was never broken again. His fingertips kept waving, and the blood drew complex patterns one after another under the control of spiritual power.

This storm seems to have innumerable energies, and the spiritual power is vain. Whenever there is a hint of retreat, the ground will be supplied with green spiritual power.

There was another ear-piercing sound of ping-ping-pong-pong, the hurricane became stronger, and Ye Wuhui's arm was slightly numb from the shock.

Ye Wuhui pursed his lips tightly, took a few steps back, and then, his eyes froze, Qingyu left his hand in an instant, and the sharp edge of the sword crashed into the center of the hurricane with an unstoppable force. , The cold ice soared into the sky.

The cold air erupted from Qing Yu's body like a volcano, the temperature in the tomb dropped sharply, the stone wall climbed up the ice layer from bottom to top, and even the hair and eyelashes gradually condensed a layer of hoarfrost.

The bone-piercing cold air wraps around the hurricane, wraps around the deformed air, and freezes everything in an instant, even a little bit of green light is frozen in mid-air.

At the same time, the summoning of the soul appeared, and the formation was formed.

Flames burned from the pupils of the eyes, and the spiritual power surged and gathered at the fingertips. Mo Ziyi activated the formation, and a powerful force that cannot be underestimated burst out suddenly.

The moment the blood dripped into the glass bottle, a turquoise flame ignited on the edge of the formation, spewed out along a mysterious and strange route, and finally gathered into a turquoise fire whirl at the center of the formation.

In the tomb chamber, there was a momentary silence, three feet frozen, and green flames burning.

The sound of sobbing sounded again, it was no longer as illusory and empty as before, but became extremely clear, close at hand, it was the cry of a young man, the sound was like a heart-piercing, heart-piercing sound.

Accompanied by the sound of crying, Qing Yan condensed into a translucent soul body, a boy about eleven or twelve years old, sitting in the formation, crying loudly.

Mo Ziyi let out a long sigh of relief, urging this formation to exhaust all his spiritual energy, and the exhausted Mo Ziyi squatted beside the soul body, with one hand on his shoulder, panting and weak: "You Just be silly, friend, don't cry, we are here to take you away."

The crying stopped suddenly, and she looked at the two people in front of her in surprise.

Ye Wuhui helped Mo Ziyi up, and sent spiritual power to his back to restore some strength for him.

Mo Ziyi limply leaned against Ye Wuhui, and said, "That's right, we can see you."

"Are you really here to take me away? This place is so scary, there is no blue sky, no sunshine, no water, no home."

On the battlefield, the soul has no return, and the obsession is eternal, and there is only one—return home.

Sha bowed his head, helpless and pitiful: "But I also know that my home is gone, and thousands of people's homes are gone."

"And, no one...no one can see me..."

Mo Ziyi took a breath, and stretched out a hand to him: "If you want, we can become friends, become family members, and fight side by side." Mo Ziyi briefly told him about the Blood Moon Demon Sword, and also told him The matter of spiritual wisdom also mentioned that the refining process may be quite painful.

But after hearing these words, Sha's eyes shone brightly, almost without hesitation, he held Mo Ziyi's hand: "I am willing! If I can see the light again, I am willing to do anything!"

Mo Ziyi took out a yellow talisman, dripped blood from the glass bottle, and said to him, "Come in, we will take you away."

Sha stretched out his hand, paused when he was about to touch the talisman paper, raised his head cautiously, and said to Mo Ziyi and Ye Wuhui: "Just now, I'm sorry...I, I didn't know you were good people. …”

Sha: "There are only two people here, and one of them wants to take me away. He is a good man, but he can't see me... He also holds this mirror in his hand, which is exactly the same! It will shine, and the pointer will always Point at me!"

Sha continued: "The other... He trapped me with a formation and wanted me to disappear from this world! Big villain! So when I saw Zhu Sha, I subconsciously thought you were bad guys... ...."

Mo Ziyi's breath stagnated: "Do you still remember what that man looked like?!"

"He was covered, I didn't see clearly." Sha shook his head, "But he wore a ring, it was golden, I couldn't tell what it looked like, but if I saw it, I would definitely recognize it!"

"Then, I'll go in first!" He waved his hand happily, touched the talisman paper lightly, and his body was instantly sucked into the talisman paper.

Just when Mo Ziyi and Ye Wuhui wanted to relax and rest for a while, traces of dust leaked from the cracks in the tomb, and the entire grave was shaken.

"What's going on?!" The two looked around vigilantly.

"This place may be about to collapse." Sha's voice came out from the talisman, "The graves of thousands of people have been built for a long time, gathering thousands of souls, and locking obsessions, so it also has a lifeless appearance outside the city of no return. It should have collapsed, but I wanted to go home so much, so I have been holding on here."

"Now I'm leaving, there's nothing to support me, so run! There's a tomb passage leading to the outside behind the stone wall right in front of you!" After Sha Yi finished speaking, he immediately hid in the talisman paper.

"..." Mo Ziyi pasted a piece of talisman paper on the stone wall Sha pointed at, and took Ye Wuhui's hand, "Little brother, hurry up."

There was only a loud noise, the talisman paper exploded, and a hole was blasted out on the stone wall.

Ye Wuhui involuntarily picked up Mo Ziyi, who was exhausted, and rushed towards the entrance of the cave.

The mass graves kept collapsing, and gravel kept falling from above, knocking over the wooden coffins placed on both sides of the tomb passage.

There was another violent shaking, and a huge crack opened above the tomb passage, and the sea water roared, washed violently, and poured into the grave of thousands of people along the crack with a mighty momentum.

Seeing that the road ahead was blocked and there was no way to go, at the critical moment, Ye Wuhui pulled over the wooden coffin beside him, poured out the bones in the coffin, the ice condensed, cleaned the filth in the coffin instantly, and hugged Mo Zi Lie down in the coffin and close the lid.

Turn around.

The evil spirit has left, and the dead air dissipates immediately. This sea is no longer the Dead Sea, and the coffin is no longer a sinking tree. It came in through the coffin, and gradually, as the sea washed away, the coffin floated farther and farther away, and the sound of the collapse became smaller and smaller.

I couldn't see anything, I couldn't hear anything, and I didn't know where I was being rushed.

In the ear, there is only the sound of slightly trembling breathing, and the sound of the heartbeat that is getting faster and faster.

Mo Ziyi was lying on Ye Wuhui's body, the coffin was tightly covered, just now it was being washed and flipped non-stop, and suddenly calmed down, Mo Ziyi suddenly felt a dry and hot air rising faintly in the coffin.

He looked at Ye Wuhui's eyes, which were dark and deep, but also deeply covered with concern and tenderness.

"Ziyi, are you injured?" Ye Wuhui caressed Mo Ziyi's face distressedly, brushed his loose hair from his forehead behind his ears, and held him gently.

Mo Ziyi said: "It's okay, little brother is protecting me, isn't it?" Ye Wuhui's hands tightly wrapped around him, saving him from the pain of turning and bumping, but Ye Wuhui himself didn't know How many times he was bumped, his wrists were bruised.

"Does it hurt?" Mo Ziyi blew gently.

"It doesn't hurt." Ye Wuhui pressed a kiss on the back of Mo Ziyi's hand.

The space in the coffin was too small, and the two breathed on each other's face while talking, which was hot and itchy.

In this narrow space, in this ambiguous breath, a certain kind of desire is born leisurely, and the heart beats uncontrollably...

a bit.

Twice.

three times—

At that moment, they both saw the same as themselves in each other's eyes.

The coffin was violently turned over again in the sea water.

After a violent and frenzied dizziness, it is unknown who took the initiative, and when they woke up, they kissed together, their lips and tongues intertwined, hot and hot.

The author has something to say: No Responsibility Small Theater:

Mo Ziyi: I want to marry my little brother, but I go crazy.

Ye Wuhui: I want a bridal chamber.