Will You Die if You Don’t Pretend to be Forced?

The owner of the houses where Bai Jin and the others live in is an elderly in their sixties. Her wife went a few years ago. Originally, there were two sons under her knees. They are self-sufficient by doing some farm work on weekdays. However, last month The government came to conscript, and both of her sons were taken away, leaving her as an old man at home, relying on the assistance of the surrounding villagers to survive.

Because of insufficient strength and inconvenient legs and feet in old age, this field was also deserted. After Bai Jin came here, because he rented the house to them, he had some change.

Now that the Demon Cult is coming, Cheng Illi also advised them to leave as soon as possible, and don't follow her old lady to die here.

At that time, Bai Jin was by the bonfire in the open space outside the house, waiting for the roasted geese on it to become cooked, and chatting casually with Grandma Zhao by the way. The old man does not have his own name, only from his father's surname, he is called Apo Zhao on weekdays.

"Look at the young lady who was born well and dressed well. Where can I stay in a place like ours? It's better to leave earlier." Zhao Apo's left eye had a cloud of eyes, and a white thing was covered. The corners of her eyes affected her vision a little, and only her right eye had good vision-but even if she was half-blind, she could see that these were all from the rich and noble family in front of her, and she was in this small broken village where she could bend.

The sky was getting late, the blue sky slowly settled down, and the light falling on the surrounding hills slowly dimmed, so that the surrounding mountains showed a somewhat silent taste after the sunset.

As Zhong Huibairi said, the middle-aged people in this village who still had the strength to migrate left early, leaving only a few old people in scattered households to light the fire, and a few wisps of smoke from the roof chimney did not last long, and then disappeared into the air. Here, this scene makes people look inexplicably desolate.

Hearing what Zhao Apo said, Bai Jin looked down at her clothes, bends her lips, and replied slowly: "How many differences are there between good and bad? The bones turned into white bones after death are not necessarily different. ."

"Miss can't say such things." Xia Yu took the fire stick and struck the firewood, sometimes seeing whether the potatoes and sweet potatoes that were thrown in were all cooked, and when she heard Bai Jin's words, she turned her head to look at her in fright. I don't know if it was her illusion. Since my lady came back from her illness this time, the feeling on her body has always been a bit chilly.

If you are still in the Bai family mansion at this time, you will definitely report to the old lady, and invite a few monks and Taoists to come and sit at your house to drive the young lady out of evil.

Grandma Zhao sighed, and when she saw that she couldn't persuade her, she stopped talking, picked up some of her leftovers at noon, and thought of walking into the house.

A few rabbits caught from the mountain were roasted on the fire at Zhonghui. When they were cooked, they pulled off two rabbit legs and sent them to them. Bai Jin winked at Xia Yu and saw this girl of seventeen. He curled his lips, stood up reluctantly, ran to Apo Zhao with one of them, and gave her the meat.

Auntie Zhao hurriedly turned around and thanked Bai Jin. When she was about to reject her gift with her age, she saw this beautiful lady of the Bai family raised her head and smiled slowly at her, as if she had expected her words, no He said quickly: "Grandma is a long-lived person. There is no need to worry about the sons who have been taken away when you are old. They definitely hope that after you return from your armour, you can see you in good health."

Speaking of her sons, Zhao Apo’s eyes soon burst into tears. After hearing Bai Jin’s words, she was more willing to regard it as a good wish. She choked and said: "Miss Bai is a good person, hope The Bodhisattva blessed Miss Bai to be blessed in the future." He took the rabbit leg in Xia Yu's hand and silently returned to the house to have dinner.

Several people in Zhong Hui couldn't help feeling a little bit of emotion when she saw that she had experienced the pain of bereavement this time and could still maintain such a good heart.

Xia Yu also thought that her own lady was really good, but God probably couldn't bear to look at this world in this troubled world, and closed his eyes. Otherwise, how could such a good lady encounter such painful things?

Bai Jin didn't have the time to ponder what they were thinking, because she sensed that taking advantage of the darkness of this day, a large group of people were quickly approaching the boundary.

She closed her eyes and spread out her divine consciousness. An invisible air permeated to the outside with her as the center of the circle. The grasses and trees in the mountains and forests, even the traces of the water, were clearly reflected in her heart, not long after I can see the faces of the people approaching here—

All wearing night clothes, light work is not bad, under the night sky like a black bat quietly swiping across, at the mountain pass, divided into groups of people scattered in different directions in each mountain.

Not long after their figure left, a figure suddenly appeared on the spot—or rather, it didn't appear suddenly, but the figure was too ghostly, and it looked more like a person floating from a distance.

Judging from the body shape, it should be a woman, whose plain white clothes looked white to weird in the dark night. The reason for judging from the figure is that half of this person's face was blocked by a cold silver mask, and the moment Bai Jin saw her in consciousness, this person suddenly raised his head and looked at her, with sharp lines in his eyes. , But there was a silent smile.

Almost at the moment when her eyes met, Bai Jin felt that her eyes were dark and she could not see any picture.

The girl sitting by the campfire couldn't help but stretched out her hand and rubbed her forehead. Xia Yu, who noticed her movements, came over and asked with concern: "Does the lady have a headache?"

Bai Jin opened her eyes, shook her head at her, and replied slowly: "It's okay, it's about the sequelae of the first two days, maybe Minger will be fine."

Xia Yu was very uneasy. Even Zhong Hui, who heard the two of them chatting on the other side, asked aloud whether he needed to ask the doctor to come and see, but Bai Jin refused with a smile.

With black eyes staring at the bonfire that was burning and crackling in front of him, reflecting the golden fire light, Bai Jin thought: ...the demon sect is here.

As for the guy in the lead, how could he bounce back his own consciousness? It is probably someone's spirit again, and this time it seems to be the unawakened kind, which is a bit tricky.

Just looking at it, I really can't figure out the temper of this demon venerable.

That day she waited until it was completely dark, and by the time of Hai, the village where she was in was still very safe, except for the lonely call of the cricket grasshopper in the night, she could not hear any sound.

Xia Yu, who was guarding outside, had fallen asleep long ago, but she was still sleeping with her eyes closed. Even when she felt that she might not meet those people tonight, a breath that suddenly emerged from the room pulled back all her. attention.

…After going to the Great Wasteland, you must ask in person what kind of temper this person is, why do you like to play night-raid with her once and twice?

She closed her eyes and didn't want to pay attention to this person, and her breathing was as smooth and long as before.

The visitor walked all the way to her bed, and when he leaned over to look at her, his long hair fell from behind, and the emptiness ran across the tip of Bai Jin's nose, causing a slight itching sensation. The woman wrinkled her nose, turned over, and turned her back to the person in front of the bed.

The person has excellent night vision ability, and he still sees the movements of the person in front of him clearly in the room where the lights are turned off, and he licks his lips silently.

Looking at the small half of the space on the side of the bed, my mood suddenly rose, took off my shoes and socks, lay down next to the person, hugged him by the waist, and sighed with satisfaction.

"Remember?" A low question suddenly sounded in the room, a bit dumb as a result of deliberately suppressing the voice, but there was a bit of dissatisfaction inside.

The person holding her had known that she was pretending to be asleep, and at this moment he hugged them tighter in a flattering way, "Sorry, I can only remember these things after meeting you."

It refers to the pure instinct to bounce back to her soul.

Bai Jin didn't believe her, and reached out to pat her hand, pretending to be disgusted, and said, "Hot."

The person pretended to let go, but the next moment he turned over her body, with his hands on both sides of Bai Jin's shoulders, the whole person kept leaning over, and lowered his head to touch her forehead: "Let me see if there is any injury—"

When she said that, she wanted to dive into the soul to check her sea of ​​consciousness, how could Bai Jin agree, and stretched out her hand to push her: "Who wants to show it to you..."

Before the words were finished, there was a slight cool feeling on the forehead, passing through the brain, and that cool feeling jumped all the way in, as if the soul was being iced, so that she couldn't help but speak softly. Moan-groan, and the next moment the lips are blocked.

The outstretched hand just touched the person’s shoulder and lost his strength because of the invading-in of the sea of ​​consciousness. It was not that he could not resist, but that the other party was so brave. If he was forced to close himself at this time If the consciousness of the sea or attack the opponent's consciousness, there must be one person really injured.

Unexpectedly, she really dared to do this, Bai Jin vaguely spit out two words: "...Rogue, hooligan."

It's horrible.

The woman chuckled, letting go of her soft lips, and pityingly pressed it on for another kiss.

It was because she was so soft-hearted to herself that she couldn't help but want to bully her.

After the divine consciousness turned around in her sea of ​​consciousness, she reluctantly retreated. The woman pressed against Bai Jin's forehead and thought, alas, suddenly she found a fun game.

Bai Jin opened his eyes blankly and looked at the ceiling, thinking how long he could bear this guy before he stretched out his feet and kicked her down.

As if feeling her mood, the man raised his hand to cover her eyes, leaned in her ear and said softly, "Hey, go to bed quickly, it's late."

Who on earth is disturbing people's dreams in the middle of the night!

Bai Jin grinned her teeth angrily, turned her back again, and didn't want to talk to her again.

Secretly thinking in my heart, it must be because the original owner's temper is too soft! The influence on myself is too great, and I can't be domineering!

The author has something to say: The actress refuses to believe that she can't help but feel soft when she meets someone!

Insist on thinking that he is still domineering!

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