second to none

Chapter 35

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yuan Xiaozhong had already fled away.

There was a burst of ping-ping-pong-pong in the small building, mixed with Yuan Xiaozhong's screams. Tan Yin healed the wound on Lao Yuan's leg. As soon as he turned around, he saw Yuan Xiaozhong's wooden arm rolled to his feet, closely following him. Then, there were two legs, and the last piece of wood fell to the ground with a slam, splashing a large amount of snowflakes.

Yuan Xiaozhong was dismembered in such a tragic way.

It was so bloody and cruel... Tan Yin raised his hand and poked him in the face. He looked sad and indignant: "Da Zhong is so ruthless! I will never cook for him again!"

Before he finished speaking, Yuan Zhonghua turned into a golden light and flew towards him, his head was separated from his body with a click, and he rolled desolately onto the frozen lake.

After finishing all this, Yuan Zhong let out a breath slowly, straightened his slightly messy clothes and hair, and continued to smile gently at Tan Yin: "Put him in good condition."

It's so scary... Tan Yin quickly replaced Yuan Xiaozhong's limbs, and turned to look at Yuan Zhong. He walked into the Xiangxie Forest, searched around, and only found a few bloody bird feathers. Those cranes that were originally raised in the forest With tears streaming down his face, he threw himself into his arms and screamed, as if telling about Yuan Xiaozhong's atrocities.

After Yuan Xiaozhong was installed, he huddled behind Tan Yin and did not dare to move. Unexpectedly, Ding Yuanzhong beckoned him again: "Come here."

"Master..." Yuan Xiaozhong felt that he was really going to shed the tears of a prisoner, and twisted Tan Yin's clothes tightly, and she patted him as comfort.

Yuan Zhong didn't bother to wait for him, so he came directly to pick him up. Yuan Xiaozhong was carried by his collar all the way to Xiexiang Forest, dejectedly. Pounding garlic, squatting on the ground two or three times to dig a hole, burying the bloody bird feather respectfully, and bowing respectfully, never before.

From then on, when Yuan Xiaozhong saw Yuan Zhong, it was like a mouse meeting a cat, he was extremely honest.Tan Yin herself wondered why he made such an organ man as Yuan Xiaozhong. His every move was out of his control. From the moment he was wound up, he was like a brand new living person, what would he say? What to say, what to do, is completely unpredictable. Is it the same with the organ people made by Yanshi in ancient times?

In comparison, the little two chickens made by Yuan Zhong are much simpler. After careful carving, the little two chickens are not lifelike, but at first glance they are seven or eight points similar to Tan Yin, and they move with ease. No longer the same hands and feet, although it can only do two things: walk and circle.

However, Yuan Zhong doesn’t seem to care that Xiao Erji is so useless. Recently, he has been keen to match the time of Xiao Erji’s circle and change the ancient tunes into a mess. A piece of Guanju was played with his piano, and it was slow by how many beats. If you listen carefully, you can't hear it at all.The Youhu tribe is an elegant tribe, with rhythms, incense making, wine making, flower viewing, singing and dancing... Although fighting is not good, these self-cultivation things are first-rate, even Yuan Zhong is no exception.

At this time, it was clear after the snow, and there were a few sparse plum trees outside the small building, some red and some white. They seemed to be planted irregularly, but they were arranged very skillfully. Suddenly approaching, thick or light, subtle and elusive.

The little two chickens are circling under a plum tree, although their posture can be called graceful, but due to the limitation of craftsmanship, their movements are still very clumsy.It is wearing Yuanzhong's white robe, looking from a distance, it is indeed immortal, with rustling sleeves, and long winding hair, reflecting the snowy plum color nearby, and the light ink landscape in the distance, it also gives birth to a picture She has the charm of a peerless beauty who has never been born.

Yuan Zhong disposes of a wooden table, a burner of incense, a qin, a painting, and a pot of wine in a distance. Sometimes he rises up and flicks a Sanqu; The beauty of mountains and rivers gradually emerged.

Tan Yin was playing with wood and rivets beside him. She never knew anything about these elegant things. Among the people she knew, only Yuan Zhong could do so many interesting and complicated things.She immersed herself in making many palm-sized wooden figurines, dressed in small clothes of different colors, bouncing around looking for the little second chicken one by one, and circling around its feet together. It trampled down a piece of small wooden figures, and she hurried over to pick up these poor wooden figures.

Suddenly he heard Yuan Zhong laughing lowly, he touched the strings with his fingers, the tune suddenly went up, clanked a few times, the elegant and upright tune just now was washed away, and became lingering and gentle, the seductive meaning in the song greatly increased, even Tan Yin, who has no rhythm, couldn't help being dumbfounded, and stood there in a daze.

He played and sang in a low voice: "The white brocade has no traces and is fragrant, and the jade trees are full of snow. The quiet night is heavy, the floating light is misty, and it is cold and melts into the moon."

This is a song by Yongmei, the original tune is elegant and clear, but at the moment it is extremely lingering under his hands, Tan Yin stood there like a fool, until she finished playing and singing, she didn't realize it, she turned her head and looked at Yuan Zhong, he was holding back Smiling at her on the wooden case, although he didn't say anything, she felt that she knew what he wanted to say in his heart.

She knew it in his dream, the immature boy on the high platform, with thin palms and focused eyes.She went down to the realm once, in order to confirm the position of Taihe's left hand, but for him, it was a three-year-old who couldn't eat or sleep.

But, even if you know, so what?Tan Yin looked away, pretending not to care.

A voice in my heart retorted faintly: Then why do you still stay by his side?Why use the body of God to show up?Do you dare to tell him that your real purpose is to wait for his death?If so, are you afraid?
Yes, she was afraid, afraid that he would be truly sad, but even more afraid that he would leave her.Yuan Zhong always said, tell her not to leave him, but in fact she is the one who is really afraid, she doesn't want to think about why she should be afraid, because thinking about it is meaningless, she can only escape.Their existence is not at the same level, why not let him live this life contentedly, not to mention that her body is also starting to perish...

Pretending to forget his ultimate goal, he and she will have an extremely happy life - the voice in the bottom of my heart said so.

Tan Yin raised her eyes, Yuan Zhong was walking towards her with a painting in her hand, with a few strokes on the painting, white snow, landscape, plum tree, beautiful woman, seemed to be ready to come out.

"How about this painting?" Yuan Zhong asked her with a smile.

Tan Yin nodded slowly: "Well, it looks good."

He finished the scroll, tied it tightly with red silk, and shook it: "Go back and hang it on the bedside of the bedroom."

Tan Yin couldn't help laughing: "Why is it hanging on the head of the bed?"

He blinked narrowly: "Resist evil spirits, the picture is a goddess!"

This cunning fox fairy never reveals his true intentions, he only makes indirect remarks, and then hides it in a playful way, carefully protecting his pride.

Tan Yin could only laugh, and bent down to pick up the wooden man. Unexpectedly, Xiao Erji suddenly started to convulse again, turning around well, and suddenly opened his arms, whirring, whirling like a windmill, Yuan Zhong stood close , was slapped hard on the back by it several times, making loud bangs.

"Ouch, it hurts!" He yelled exaggeratedly, and ran towards Tan Yin.

She hurriedly got up to support him, and he held her in his arms with open arms, and continued to exaggerate: "It hurts! I'm sick!"

This is too fake!Tan Yin couldn't laugh or cry, froze in his arms, stretched out a finger to poke his waist: "...is it better?"

He hugged him even tighter, and said in a muffled voice, "Just a little while."

Tan Yin felt like a wooden stake, with his hands hanging down weakly, his head and shoulders were hugged by him, his cheek was pressed against his chest, the end of his nose was the unique fragrance of his body, his breath was long but hot, Spray on her ears and her ears started to burn.

She spoke with difficulty: "Let go, let go..."

His voice was even lower: "If you don't want to, break away, break away from me."

She is a goddess, it is easy to break free from him, and she doesn't even need to struggle at all.But, really want to break free?She could even imagine the expression on his face after breaking free, and the sadness and disappointment in those beautiful eyes.She did not want to see such a situation.

Tan Yin felt that every inch of her skin was numb, should she break free?No, she didn't want to struggle, she didn't even want to leave a little finger.She was held tightly by him in this weird posture, for a long, long time, without moving.

Yuan Zhong pressed against her ear, his voice became fanatical: "You won't break free, I know, you like me, don't you? You don't want to say it."

You like me, you don't want to say.In the dream, he said the same thing.

Tan Yin smiled, without nodding or shaking her head, the pain that seemed to burn her soul gradually spread in her body - she was about to perish, why not?She doesn't want to be alone, she wants to be with him, no matter what the purpose is.

She raised her hand slowly, like timidly, very slowly, and gently wrapped her arms around his waist.

Yuan Zhong let out a moan-like sigh, he lowered his head, his soft and hot lips fell on her cool lips in a panic, he was trembling, from head to toe, even his lips were trembling.

Or maybe it was her who was trembling, the soul-burning pain ran through her limbs, she felt something fell from her heart, her body was hot and cold for a while, only his lips were so hot that she couldn't do anything .

"I love you..." His voice was quick and soft, he kissed her gently on the face, and boldly and presumptuously expressed his heart, "I love you."

Tan Yin closed her eyes tightly, his flustered and clumsy lips finally stopped on her forehead, then he held the back of her head and hugged her tightly, the clear and clear wind whistled by her ears, Xiao Erji was still convulsing Turning around on the ground, stepping on the snow and creaking, Yuan Xiaozhong didn't know where to hide, there were only the two of them in this world.

Tan Yin slowly opened her eyes, and pulled off the glove of her right hand little by little. She clearly saw that half of the palm of her right hand, which had only fingertips covered with transparent light flakes, now turned into transparent light flakes.

She pulled back the gloves suddenly as if in fear, her eyes were blurred, and tears flowed down her cheeks.

Her human robbery, it turns out that this person here is her human robbery.

(End of this chapter)