I rely on Qin Shihuang to enshrine the gods

Baitao lay on Ying Zheng's lap, the light of the bonfire making her soft and warm.

Ying Zheng drank Lao Qin wine.

The occasional glance towards the girl in his arms contained some gritted warnings. But Baitao was not afraid of him, she just relaxed her eyebrows, licked the mouth of the cherry, and looked at him lustfully.

I don’t know my fault and I don’t ask for mercy.

"I can dance. Brother Zheng, do you want to see me?"

"Why come to Chu country?"

"What Chu country? This is Brother Zheng's territory. Why can't I come?"

Baitao was still wearing a mask of ghosts and gods, with her chin lifted up. She was an unparalleled beauty, with a charming charm in the corners of her eyes, and she was clinging to his strong shoulders.

In such a gentle night.

Under the bright starlight, Makino lowered her head and kissed him deeply.

When the love is strong.

Ying Zheng raised her head, her Adam's apple slid up and down, her big palm moved upward, and her heavy breath brushed against her neck, causing waves of tingling.

"Fairy."

"What if I really are a goblin?"

Baitao's legs and feet became weak, and when she fell into the sea of ​​clouds, she got out in time.

Looking deeply at this king who makes all things prostrate, he laughed again. The sweet sound like silver bells passed through the thick ink of the night, and his eyebrows moved and his eyes opened, so lively and enthusiastic.

"What if I really are a goblin?"

Under the sky, she swung her train and danced.

Ying Zheng's fingertips still had the warmth of her delicate skin, so he rubbed it gently, lifted the wine jar and swallowed a sip of wine.

The neck is slightly swaying, the shoulders are trembling slightly, the look is charming and naive, and the bright smile is. Under the moon, under the wild field, and in his heart, she releases her unique and moving beauty, which is the irreversible flow of water as always.

Every moment is only now and cannot be repeated.

When the dance was over, the white peach fell softly into his arms, the charm of the hook.

Ying Zheng's eyes changed and he breathed heavily. He picked her up and walked towards the tent, but she stroked the rough marks on his palms and said softly: "Coming from Qin, how many horses did brother Zheng kill?"

He didn't answer.

He pursed his thin lips tightly and glanced down at her.

"Say it quickly."

Baitao, the little fox, was still smiling indifferently.

He grabbed her neck, kissed her deeply without any hesitation, held her waist, and pressed her up. His voice was low and lustful: "I killed several horses, Taotao might as well give it a try."

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The king in front is holding the reins and riding a horse.

Baitao was wearing a woolen felt to protect him from the scorching sun. She looked at his tall back, thinking of the madness that had lasted for more than half a month, biting her lips, and then looked at a group of dead men dressed as businessmen's thugs following behind him.

My ears were really red.

After traveling over mountains and ridges, eating and sleeping in the open air, we arrived at a lakeside.

Riding a sailboat down the lake, the wind on the lake was strong and swaying, and the wet wind was blowing to the tip of the nose. Baitao lowered his body and fiddled with the cool water with his wrists. Ying Zheng stood in front of the deck, looking at the two sides of the retreating shores, carrying his burden. Stand with hands.

She kept chattering to herself: "Brother Zheng, there are so many fish, they even swam over and kissed my hand."

"Huh? This fish is so ugly raw."

"This one looks good."

"Why don't you catch this one and eat it? Will there be too many thorns? Which one is more delicious?"

While he was talking to himself, the fish that gathered under Baitao's fingertips to kiss him heard the word "delicious" and instantly spread out, swimming until their tails were gone.

Her heart skipped a beat. Could it be that the fish had become a spirit?

But I didn’t really see it.

She raised her fox eyes and was about to patrol carefully, but she didn't expect that there was a dark black fish that covered the sky and sun, swimming slowly under the cabin, making a subtle ethereal sound.

The sound wasn't loud, but it sounded a little scary.

After all, the little fox is only a few years old and has not seen much of the world. Now he has two rows of teeth exposed and he was so surprised that he didn't close them for a long time.

The big fish felt that there was some ferocious beast on its head, keeping its mouth open for prying eyes. The whole fish was so frightened that it flapped its tail vigorously to get free. Unexpectedly, the huge tail swung and a white rainbow water column burst out.

The sailboat rocked from side to side.

The dead soldiers were on guard with their weapons, and Ying Zheng rushed over and hugged the little fox, who was still confused, into his arms.

But Baitao was very excited. She opened her fox teeth and bit the back of his hand. Her almond-shaped eyes were crooked like a cunning little beast: "It's such a big fish, brother Zheng. Let's catch it and stew it."

He touched her head, handed the white peach to the dead man, and coldly ordered: "Protect the queen."

After saying that, he tore off his shirt to reveal his strong upper back, picked up the dagger and rope and jumped into the lake.

The dead soldiers around looked surprised and worried, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty, you must not get involved in danger!" "You must not, let your subordinates come down!"

"A gentleman would not stand behind a dangerous wall, Your Majesty!"

"I am willing to die for you."

But Baitao tilted his head and lay down beside the boat with great excitement, "Brother Zheng, grab its gills!" After saying that, he held his own cheeks with both hands to indicate, "Catch it like this."

Dead soldiers: "."

The queen must be crazy, who would put her husband in danger?

But no one understands Ying Zheng. No one can understand Ying Zheng. Only Baitao can. Compared with suffering under the oil lamp day after day, he is indulged in affairs with no end in sight.

He prefers this kind of hearty fighting, this kind of vigorous blood, unloading the burden of the world and the earth, and unloading the mountains of people's eager expectations for him.

He is just an ordinary husband, and his wife is acting coquettishly in his arms.

Talking about eating fish.

The dagger was pulled in and out, and the smell of blood exploded.

The big fish wailed in agony and became more and more crazy. The sailboat was ups and downs. The big fish vacated the water and sank several times. It rushed left and right, and raindrops fell in waves.

Until the lake completely calmed down.

The board of the boat was still rocking, and the man climbed up in the waves, dragging a huge piece of fish meat. His right hand was holding the blood-stained rope. He had long eyebrows and straight nose, thin lips, and there were tears on his face, shoulders, and chest. The fine water drops looked at her with a smile.

Baitao tilted her head.

It was a prey that he had hooked with a lasso and could no longer break free.

She called over and threw herself into his arms happily, greedily taking his warmth: "Brother Zheng, why are you so powerful? No one is as powerful as you."

His throat rolled up like a young man: "Uh-huh."

"Boom."

She stepped on the wooden box, lifted up on her toes and gave her a sweet kiss.

She loves this mortal world and misses him.

The stars were shining at night, and the pot was stewed with fragrant fish meat and delicious fish soup. The dead soldiers took turns on duty, while the rest leaned against the cabin holding weapons and snored. Occasionally, there were shrill cries of apes and unknown cries from both sides of the bank. Chirping birds.

Baitao was almost drowned by Ying Zheng's body temperature, and it was Xiangtian who closed her eyes and pulled his sleeves to sleep.

She had a dream.

The surroundings were as dark as ink, and there was a corner directly in front of it, which seemed to have been carefully wiped by an unknown pair of large hands. There was firelight, and it was slowly filled with color and traced, and the outline was gradually corrected.     Divide into different levels of red.

The techniques of point, drag, side and side are bursting with excitement, and finally the finishing touch is achieved.

After the soul was injected, it was discovered that it was a phoenix.

It made a lingering phoenix sound, and the surrounding darkness was dispersed.

Baitao found herself lying on a bed with seven or eight little demon children, jumping around like grasshoppers. Seeing her waking up, she excitedly said: "It's a beautiful sister! It's a beautiful sister!" "Pretty sister!" It’s so beautiful, you’re here in Yunmengze again.” “Are you here to see us?”

"Yes, it has been many years since my sister left last time."

Among them was a chubby little demon boy who turned into Ganoderma lucidum and jumped up with blinking eyes: "Pretty sister, do you still remember us?"

Baitao looked at the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum in front of her.

Then she looked sideways at the phoenix fluttering its wings and turning into an old woman holding a cane. She turned back to Lingzhi and said, "Of course I remember."

Then he said to a group of little monsters, "How could I forget you?"

Ganoderma lucidum was very shy. She lowered her umbrella cover and said coyly: "Yes, beautiful sister, I still remember it. Beautiful sister is even more beautiful than before. She has not aged at all."

The other little goblins were all talking: "The beautiful sister is a goblin, so of course she won't grow old. Where is the big brother from last time?"

"Maybe that big brother from last time will come to play next time." "When can we come together?"

"We can play games, it would be nice to be more lively."

"My beautiful sister seems to have been burned by heavenly fire, and there is still some internal fire that she has not adjusted well. Don't interrupt her. She must be seeking medical treatment from the witch. The witch is very powerful."

"Hey, look at my beautiful sister's belly." The little monsters gathered together, staring at each other without blinking, and jumping around. "It seems that we are going to have a beautiful little brother!"

The phoenix not far away shook and turned into a witch with a red totem. She walked over on crutches.

Baitao sat down and looked directly at her: "Are you the chief commander of Chu State?"

"People in Chu like to call the old woman that."

She coughed, sat on the stone bench, picked up the pestle and pounded the medicine: "It's the gods who help them. It's the demons who harm them. This is the difference between gods and demons. They worship the old woman and call her Da Siming. Every year The endless sacrifices of dead people and living people are just for profit. You have been sacrificed by the people of Chu, so you should understand this."

Baitao nodded slowly.

No wonder, now that the demon world is in decline, she can still live in a corner, with the entire Yunmengze as her boundary.

Relying on the living people continuously sent by the Chu people to maintain his cultivation is almost the same as the spider spirit that used to suck the vitality of mortals everywhere on the border between Qin and Zhao.

The difference is.

While maintaining yourself, you can bear less of the evil of killing.

The witch's hand that was making medicine paused, and she grabbed a handful of medicine from the hand of the medicine boy who was holding the medicine tray. She raised her eyes and looked at Baitao: "Are you the demon emperor's sister?"

Baitao's heart changed several times, but her face remained calm, "Where did the Demon Emperor go?"

"Not long ago, he wanted to kill the King of Chu, but he was discovered by the old woman. With the help of ancient formations, he fought for three days and three nights. The old woman was seriously injured and was recuperating here, but your brother is missing."

The witch woman's eyes were cloudy, and her temples, which were covered with gray and gray, looked a little lifeless. She added, "Even the King of Chu dared to kill him. The Demon King rejected Jiang Ziya's list of gods. His plot is bigger than the old woman imagined." .”

Pounding the powder, she slowly asked: "Bawei, you stay by the Human Emperor's side and have cultivated such a superb level of cultivation. What are you two brothers and sisters planning to do?"

Baitao didn't want to explain to her, so he just said: "You are about to die. The Chu State will soon be cut off from its worship and its temples. By then, no one will worship you, and you won't live long."

She paused, "If you die, you will have nothing, and you can't do anything. Even if you know, what can you do?"

The witch suddenly fell silent.

This eight-tailed man sees things very clearly.

She said hoarsely: "Although the old woman is a monster and lives in human skin, she still wants to save the world and save people. Save one person, save ten people, save a hundred people, save the whole world. But even the temples of Chu State can't save the old woman. Even if the world is killing each other, the old woman can't save it. The world is too big and boundless. Sometimes the old woman will think that she can't save the people in the world. What's the use of saving that one person, saving ten people, or saving a hundred people? But if the old woman doesn't save one person, If you save ten people or a hundred people, how can you save the world?"

Baitao stopped talking.

"Now that the King of Qin has seen the rabbit and the dog, and wants to dominate the world, the Chu State must be defeated. When the time comes, the country will be scattered, killings will be everywhere, and the ghosts will turn into the living dead and wander around. On the Yunmeng River, there will be white bones floating three thousand miles away. , It’s really sad that people’s livelihood is so difficult.”

The witch trembled, the medicine pestle hanging on the stone wall made a harsh sound, and said, "Children, medicine."

"Witch, witch." The spirits were jumping around.

"Shouwu, Ganoderma lucidum, deer antlers."

She chanted the name with dry lips, and every time she chanted a name, it seemed as if bones and blood were jumping out of her back, causing her back to become more and more curved, almost being crushed.

The little spirits were calling to the witch, and one by one they jumped into her medicine pot like they were in a pot.

"Creak, creak, creak."

Lu Li's limbs were ground into powder, like blood-red smoke.

Baitao frowned slightly and took a step back.

"I have this pill, old lady, that can make the child in your belly reborn as a human being."

"Bawei, you have become a god. Please swear to let the King of Qin give the people of Chu a way to live."

The phoenix squatted there dying, and the flames became weaker and weaker until they went out. Baitao woke up with sweat all over her body. She opened her eyes and immediately looked at her hand, where she saw a pill.

Ying Zheng hugged her from behind, put his chin on her shoulder, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Taotao, what's wrong?"

"Brother Zheng, I had a dream."

"What did you dream about?"

"I dreamed of a phoenix."

Holding the elixir tightly in the palm of his hand, Baitao looked up through a window and saw Yunmeng Daze, which was opened by a wonderful pen in the distance. It was light and mysterious, just like a big dream of the world.

"Well, did Fenghuang tell Taotao anything?"

"Brother Zheng, Yun Mengze is here."

"Ah."

He was a little lazy as if he hadn't woken up. He smiled affectionately, kissed her neck, looked at his breathtaking wife, and said obliquely, "Want to go out and take a look?"

Baitao looked up.

She drowned in these king's eyes. After so long, she was still slightly stunned by the passionate emotion.

His eyes showed pity for himself and his recent travels, and showed that he was unable to give himself the best at the moment.

Countless nights, he walked outside the dormitory under the moonlight, and there was a blur of light shining through the sill.

He has feelings and knows love.

There are children between them.

child

She put her hand on her abdomen and could clearly feel another weak breath beating in unison with her heartbeat.

The wind rustled across Yunmeng Daze in the distance, and there were all kinds of newborn cubs running, playing, and fighting in the morning light. They mooed, whined, croaked, and babbled in unison.

Sing, sing.

Singing the unique calling in life.

"Phoenix said."

She leaned in his arms and said, "The world is harmonious, the country is peaceful and the people are safe."

Swear in the name of the Tushan Divine Clan.

He has never exterminated any tribe, never before, and never will in the future.

There was a bright glow outside, and Ying Zheng led her out of the cabin, looking up at Yunmeng Daze, where heaven and earth are born, and where all things are prosperous. "The world is in dispute, the princes are separatist, and the people are overwhelmed. All the people are looking forward to the reorganization of the rivers and mountains. The world is unified."