Xiling Empire

This is Bingtis's house. Obsidian Palace has left the real world and is now wandering in the distorted realm.

Bing Da Bing Ma prepared a rich family feast. On the one hand, she welcomed her daughter back home and on the other, she welcomed guests from the Spirit Empire. Although it ’s rude to think so, it ’s great to eat leek box and egg pancakes at Bingtis ’s house. Of course, it ’s not to say that leek box and egg pancakes are not good, just think about it. After traversing thousands of miles and thousands of mountains, after eighty-one difficulties, after the death of nine lives, the ancestor of the Buddha ordered him to get him a five-character "Introduction to the Dharma-The Great Tang Book Bureau" ...

You should understand how I feel when I eat at the Father's house.

Because it was a family banquet, there was no one beside the dining table. Apart from the Kuvain couple, only me and the soul version of Bingtis were present. The housekeeper Mo did not accompany the scene this time, only two seemed to be smoke. A group of shadowy slaves acted as servants, serving tea and pouring water on standby. In theory, this atmosphere should be especially relaxed, but the goosebumps and cold sweats on my body are the endless stream of the Yangtze River after the waves are pushed forward and the waves follow. The atmosphere is beginning to make people miss the Father ’s Leek box. I put a spoonful of beans that tasted like corn kernels into my mouth, and couldn't help looking up at the source of this weird atmosphere: the scorching gazes of Uncle Kuwain and Aunt Ashley still fell here.

The two have been staring at each other for almost ten minutes since they started to eat. Bingma is better. At least, when they lower their heads to eat, they have to maintain a ladylike appearance. Bingdad is more amazing, just like it is now. Uncle Vain was eating there while keeping his eyes staring forward without squinting. He just groped and lifted the food from the table and put it in his mouth. He always had a weird smile on his face. Let me tell you: The upper part of the nose of the old man has solidified with the surrounding space. This great old man with aristocratic temperament is similar to the late stage of Alzheimer's. I suspect that if he pulls his chair away, he can use his face as a fulcrum to fix it in the air ...

"So what ..." I was horrified by the strange gaze of Bing Da Bing Ma, and even the Bing Di Si who was stuck in my body was also stared at by my father and mother (the latter was with me) Perspective). Finally could not help but speak.

"You said you said--" Uncle Kuwain kept the first half of his face frozen, and the second half looked at it with a smile. The tone was kind, "Oh, the food is still satisfactory, and it was made by Asari herself. , She is a good craft. When I chased her back then, one of the main purposes was not to cook for myself in the future ... "

Bingma smiled and tried to keep herself as a high-level dark goddess, while inserting a knife in Bing's arm: the latter was completely unconscious. Um, he really didn't feel like ...

"The food is good," I think my face is stiff as if I brushed three layers of paste and air-dried for three days. I laughed and felt scum. "You have been watching me ... what's the matter? ? "

"It's okay. I'll just get used to it." Bingdaddy smiled cheerfully, ignoring his arm and still shockingly inserting a table knife. Auntie Sally looked at the knife inserted in her husband's arm a little bit nervously, also I do n’t know what I thought about, so I pulled it off. I even heard a whine ...

Blinking, eating at Bingtis's house turned out to be so stressful. What a wonderful pair of parents. It was n’t so serious when I came last time—I can only explain that because Sister Bing was unable to reach the target for tens of millions of years, she was already worried about her father and mother from a mental illness. Now as long as Bingtis Any male creature appearing within ten meters of the surrounding radius may be regarded as a son-in-law by two parents. The one like me is definitely a high-risk target.

But these two sorrows couldn't help it-I turned my head to look at the Icetis (body) sitting next to me, and the latter also turned my head to look at me with a dead fisheye gesture. Of course, this action was out of condition reflection. On the head of this grand sister. It is almost a completely Chinese version, drinking and playing cards and playing group fights. Sitting cross-legged on the sofa, watching the boxing match with croissants, squatting with a bottle of wine, crouching across the road and blowing a whistle-she does it all, I am with her One piece feels like brothers from beginning to end. It is said that women are made of water, men are made of mud, and women are made of cement. Bingtis like this, I suspect that it is made of titanium alloy mixed with granite. People who have been with her for more than three days can never have the illusion of falling in love with this big sister: Bingdaddy Bingma, you really think too much ...

But I ca n’t say this directly. There are two results: Bing Daddy Bing Ma has suffered a huge blow to see the world and life has since embarked on the path of no return to the evil god. Sing "Conquer". No one can afford it.

So I can only smile awkwardly, bow my head to eat, and at the same time I can't help thinking about it: it seems that not one person suspects that I have a relationship with Bingtis. This is a joke topic, and Ilson often dares to congratulate his elder sister and granddaughter on the hope that he will be taken away by a brick every time. Sandora also reads Bingtis, "You have to touch the dry food of the Lord." The parties I and Bingtis did not feel, and everyone around them thought it was similar.

Is the scene where I and this female gangster play cards and paste small notes really look like couples?

After thinking about this for a few seconds, I feel that this issue has to rise to the height of the world view. It is not in our habit to entangle this issue with our own personalities and that of Bettis-so I love it, Anyway, choose the mode that is most suitable for us. There is nothing wrong with being a buddy. I still remember that I had the Lord's dry food, so let's take care of Sandola first.

Thinking about it this way, I continue to do my second task besides eating: pick the food named by Bingtis from the table and send it to the mouth of Sister Fisheye Yu: "Open your mouth, bite, eat slowly, chew Enough to swallow. Open your mouth! This is a fork! "

Bingda Bingma continued to stare at this with six plus signs, but now I have been able to be as calm as standing water, when two wax figures sat across the table. Fentish's body ate subconsciously, licking his lips after eating, his eyes continued to cast on the table: this is not full yet. I couldn't help remembering that when I was taking care of Little Bubble, the little girl was the same. As long as she was not full, she would stare at the table and not speak (no one understood the words) until someone continued to feed her. So far, I have taken care of Sister Ding Bing as a baby. The corner of my mouth can't help thinking of it here.

"What are you laughing at?" Bingtis's soul was a little unwilling. She looked at the world from the same perspective as me, and probably felt that her (body) now looked a bit silly, thinking that I was joking at her.

I wiped her face while feeding Bingtis: "Nothing-does it make sense to feed you something like this? Is your body stuck with me and can't taste it, your body is not afraid of starving . "

"Put yourself in a mental balance, do you care?" Bingtis's soul said with a grin, and I could imagine the appearance of her teeth dancing. "In the middle of the table, the plate of barbecue-like things, and then across the table, the plate of cold greens, and then my dad ..."

I don't think it will take me long to fully understand this female hooligan's recipe.

I finally finished the meal under the eyesight of Bingtis' parents, and after dinner I planned to walk around: this is not the first time I have come to Bing's house. I'm also a familiar customer here, and walking around won't get lost like I did the first time. But before I got up and didn't have time to speak, Uncle Kuwain spoke first: "Chen, you have to take care of my girl these days, right?"

I looked at Bingdad with vigilant eyes, for fear that his next sentence would be: Do you want a good name for the child-a similar situation is not impossible. But I did n’t say the next sentence. I nodded: "Well, I did promise to take good care of Bingtis' body when I came. But she has arrived home now. In the world of the gods, nothing has happened to me. Right, she's not at home? "

"The main part of her is on you. Why stay at home?" Kuvain pointed at me with a smile. I was talking about Bettis' body, but he was talking about the latter's soul. "So I entrust you By the way, take care of my girl ’s body, anyway, she already has her soul with her, and it ’s no trouble to carry multiple bodies. ”

Is this really Bing ’s dad? You seem to have no pressure on entrusting your girl to a man. Especially your daughter's body is still in a state of absolutely no defense.

But I didn't dare to say this, because Bingtis was crazy to start the madness: I can't stay away from her now.

"It's actually the case," Kuvain watched as the shadow servants packed the table, as if just remembering to explain. "We asked the Father God. It takes one or two weeks for Freetis to come out. The ease of release is related to her connection with her original body. So I hope you can stay with her body as much as possible. Let her soul resonate with the body as soon as possible. In fact, I also have a little in terms of soul Some research ... "

Kuwain was interrupted by Bingtis before he finished speaking, "Daddy, aren't you learning scum?"

Bingdad was stunned by his daughter-in-law and gritted his teeth and said, "You girl ... can't your dad learn by himself? Anyway, now you shut up-where did you just say? Oh yes, in fact I am to the soul There is also some accomplishment in learning, and it is right to listen to my suggestion. You stay with my girl for a long time, and you two will be back to normal soon. "

I looked at Bing Da with suspicion. The more I looked at the other side, the more nervous I was. The more nervous I was, the more I couldn't help staring, and then I saw a cold sweat in my forehead. Look at my clear eyes and sincere expression ... "

"It's okay, just leave it to me," I quickly waved, no matter whether Uncle Kuvain really wanted to help his daughter "return" or to quickly implement the son-in-law issue, this request he made was not an issue. When I was in the industry, I told my family that I would take good care of Bingtis. "You wipe the sweat, it's all flowing into your neck ..."

It ’s kind of far away from the wolf-like father and mother. When I left the restaurant, I and Bingtis, who was deep in my soul, couldn't help but breathe out. I looked back and confirmed that Dead Fisheye Bingjie followed her well. Behind me, when I turned to look at her, she also took a special nap ...

"Don't you think it's pretty good when you want to be quiet." I took this dead fish-eye dumb and full-automatically followed the pet-type ice sister in the long corridor of the obsidian palace, wandering in the brain while following Bingtis's soul was chatting to the sky, and it felt strange.

"You're looking for a pump. When is the body unsightly? You walk slowly, the body can't keep up, turn left in front, there is a small door in the corridor, go there and see," Bingdi Muttered, and blindly guided as I followed. "Speaking of the power of my parents, have you seen it? That's why I didn't dare to stay at home for too long. They just sent my body in a box and went from house to house ..."

The bear and daughter who were forced to marry by father and mother probably had the same troubles. Bingtis disappeared for tens of millions of years and was then forced to marry. The trouble may be doubled. I remembered my thoughts again and again: "Bingtis, do you think we usually look like a relationship?"

My mind was quiet for half a minute before Bingtis whispered and responded: "Wipe, you have such a high energy problem. It's scary ... wait, you won't ... it won't be a bit ... it's just Suppose, assuming that there is only a little bit, then a little bit like to die? "

"I don't think so, but you know that psychology is the most complicated thing," and I didn't plan to avoid this topic. Anyway, I have already talked about this, "I think it's very relaxing to be with you, but it feels more like being with a broken friend. But now when you think about it, you said that you are used to each other's existence. Will it also be ... 'to live'? "

The reason why I think so is when I suddenly think of being with Qian, I have played with Qian from the age of wearing open crotch pants. We didn't realize that the other party was not the same gender as ourselves when we were in elementary school, but we became couples in this living atmosphere. This has the most in common with my state of Bingtis: in most cases I don't realize that Bingye is a woman ...

Bingtis was silent for a longer time this time. I know that this savage female hooligan actually has an unexpected and innocent side in her bones-although this innocent side is often used by Sandora as "I can never reach the target, so I even hold hands with the opposite sex." "It won't come" to fight against weaknesses, but she is really weak in this regard. After a while, I heard her weak reply: "Mom, it's tangled ... I have no experience at all, so I don't even know what love is! If you have experience, can you tell me about yourself?"

"This can't be explained," I couldn't laugh or cry, "and what do you think I and Sandora are in a normal relationship?"

"Oh. You did n’t say you forgot about it," Bettis said suddenly, quietly. "Do you have the Lord's dry food ... Let's discuss these. Are you afraid that Sandora will eat it raw when you go back?"

I stopped and looked up at the high Gothic vault. Bingtis' body walked a long way before it suddenly reacted, and hurried a few steps back to me.

"Well. I have Sandora. We are a good man with a sense of responsibility-it seems I am making your parents a little nervous." I shook my head and watched this one finally go. Promenade to the end. "So where are you taking me?"

"You know when you go out, do you see the small side door in front of you?"

I saw the small gray door, and the pattern on the surface and the relief on the surrounding wall almost integrated into one, so that I didn't notice that there was a door here. I stepped forward and pushed gently, and the door was unlocked, so I pushed in.

"Bed!" I almost stepped into the air with a scream, and there was a pitman behind the door!

Opposite the door is a circular patio with a radius of tens of meters, which is bottomless. This door is completely open on the inner wall of the patio. There is only a small table about one meter square to push the door out to settle and take a step forward. It fell down. I stood carefully at the edge of this platform and looked at the bottomless pit below, and looked up again, and found that the top of the patio was open: not far from above, I could see the exit of the patio, a round of blood-red moon Hanging in the middle of that small circular sky, the faint red light dripping illuminated the top of the patio. Blood red is a color that can easily make people feel depressed. However, under this strange moon, I feel a strange sense of tranquility, as if that round of red moon can soothe people's hearts. I froze for a moment, remembering that there is no moon in Divine Realm, and there is no moon in the different space of the obsidian palace usually ...

"This is the inner space of the Holy Spirit tower, and the outside is an independent space. Red Moon is also unique in the tower," Bingtis said quietly. "There are residents and civilizations on that moon, even my dad doesn't know. When were they born, but they claim to be the guardian of the Holy Spirit and have consciously helped manage the red moon for tens of millions of years ... God-made things often do this, and sometimes somehow produce small worlds. I rarely To bother them, I don't know if the guardians on the Red Moon are still the same ones ... Ah, this is not important. "

This kind of thing is probably equivalent to planting a pot flower to God ~ www.readwn.com ~ Then a small nest of ants suddenly appeared in the flower pot. As a result, the small nest of ants produced civilization and claimed to be the guardian of the flower pot. Let's think about it, watching this patio curiously. Its style is not the same as anywhere else in the temple. The inner wall is made of a dark-colored crystalline substance, glowing with purple and blue alternately. The inner wall can not see the delicate reliefs everywhere in the temple. There is only a straight line of dents penetrating the inner wall from top to bottom. Here there is a deep and solemn atmosphere. Even the emotion of Bingtis seems to be affected by it and then goes down: she hasn't lost for five consecutive minutes. Already.

"Just go."

Finally, Sister Bing broke the silence and said two words lightly.

"Ah?" I didn't respond.

"Skip!" Bingtis said very clearly this time, and there was no doubt about it. "Just go under there, you can just jump, you can't fall anyway."

I looked at the bottomless bottom pit, and I could only helplessly poked my lips and jumped down. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please read m.)