Chapter 54:

In the twelfth month of winter, the north wind roared outside the house, and the sky was dim.
At this time, being able to stay in a stable room, drinking and chatting with a few friends around the small red clay stove, seemed extremely warm and comfortable.
Yuan Xiang'er was talking with Zhou Deyun and the others. Just when he turned his head, he saw Nan He slowly put down the wine glass in his hand, blinked, and suddenly turned into a silver-white Sirius lying on the table with a bang. The ground fell.
"Ah, only a few cups, so Xiao Nan is drunk?"
Yuan Xiang'er caught him in a hurry, and smiled embarrassedly at the others, "You guys, I will take him back to the house to rest first."
Zhou Deyun and his party were all bluffed when they watched Nanhe become a living wolf. Fortunately, they came together along the way. They finally met a few times, adapted a lot, and were able to stabilize themselves, no longer like the original one. That was terrifying.
The wolf shape that Nan He changed after being drunk was his body.
Yuan Xiang'er put his head on his shoulders, holding this big shaggy one through the dense crowd, and walked to the side room in the backyard of the inn.
Many lodging guests looked at her curiously and even stopped and asked.
Nan He didn't know what was wrong with him.
When drinking this kind of human drink, he didn’t feel any sweetness. He only drank a few cups. I don’t know why the heart began to beat faster and faster after a few cups of light wine. The blood vessels of the whole body followed. With a pulsation, the roof above my head began to rotate, and the ground below my feet was also rotating, making my entire head confused and unable to think.
He felt a pair of familiar hands lift himself up, hugged him in a warm embrace that made him feel at ease, and walked staggeringly on the road. The man stretched out his hand and gently followed his back, softly comforting him, "It's okay, you're just drunk, so I will take you back to rest."
The road was very noisy, and some strange conversations kept ringing.
"Oh, sister, your dog's coat is so beautiful, can you let sister touch it?"
"No." The person holding him stretched out his hand to block the paw reaching him.
"Hey, little lady, your dog's coat color is really rare. Is it a breed from Fanbang? I really like it, I don't know if I can resell it? The price is easy to say."
"Sorry, not for sale," said the person holding him.
All kinds of noise filled the ears, human singing and dancing, drinking, footsteps...
However, Nan He felt more at ease than ever before. He leaned in that warm embrace dizzy, almost hoping that his gently swaying footsteps could go on like this.
Yuan Xiang'er entered the house and put the drunk Nan He on the bed. The little wolf quickly curled up into a ball, his face was flushed, and his mouth kept breathing hot, obviously very uncomfortable. But he just pinned his ears tightly behind his head, twisted his brows together, and lay down quietly, without any disturbing behavior.
Yuan Xiang'er called for hot water, wiped his hot face and limbs, leaned on his side and comforted his head and back.
"Is it uncomfortable? Would you like to drink some water? If you can't drink, why do you pretend to drink?"
Nan He arched his head and rubbed his chin against the warm hand. Yuan Xiang'er touched his cheek and scratched his chin.
Then she saw the already big little wolf under her hand, turned over, and turned out her white velvet belly, with her limbs drooping, looking for a touch.
The back of the adult Sirius has gradual silver hair, smooth and flowing. But the part of the belly is still soft white fluff.
Yuan Xiang'er's eyes brightened. She rubbed her hands and carefully touched down the delicate hair of her neck. The hair was too soft, with the warm feel of her abdomen skin, and she was drooping. The moving limbs made her fluffy control come from the bottom of her heart with a satisfying and crisp feeling.
I'm so happy. Xiao Nan is willing to let me touch my belly now. Drinking a little wine makes it soft. It seems that I can feed him a little bit more often. Yuan Xianger thought secretly.
I don’t know when the soft feel under my hands has changed, turning into smooth and elastic skin.
Yuan Xiang'er stayed for a while, where there were shiny skin like jade and smooth muscles.
She closed her hand reflexively, but a strong palm reached out and grabbed her wrist, preventing her from backing up.
Yuan Xiang'er's breathing stopped, she felt that she should at least stretch out her hand to lift the only piece of silver fur on her waist. But the man has raised his beautiful body with his smooth arms.
Yuan Xiang'er didn't know if the person who got up from her side was considered a fairy or a man. His usually deserted face was stained with rosy, charming and romantic; the eyes of peach blossoms contained autumn water, and his brows were springing; his thin lips were stained with rouge and lick There is light.
The man propped up his upper body, put his arms on her head, and lowered his head to look at Yuan Xiang'er. The slightly curly silver hair and stars lightly fell on her shoulders. The amber eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of water mist, and the slender eyelashes drooped, hiding countless feelings of wanting to talk.
Yuan Xiang'er swallowed and staggered her gaze, but where did her gaze fall?
Below is the rolling Adam's apple, the smooth and muscular shoulders, the attractive collarbone with delicate lines, she no longer dared to look further down.
"I..." A voice rang in Yuan Xianger's mind, "I can neither sing nor dance, nor can I be as pleasing as Wu Yuan."
The voice sounded sad and sad, Yuan Xianger couldn't bear to make him so sad, and reached out his hand to touch his hot face.
"Xiao Nan, you are drunk. Don't talk nonsense, why do I want you to sing and dance?"
"I have no family, no territory, only my lonely one. I can give you only myself..."
The voice gradually became low, and the speaker finally fell drunk by her pillow.
Yuan Xianger was stunned and twisted her long silver hair that was drooping on her shoulders. She heard the sound of melting ice and snow in her heart. The heart beating faster than a moment, made her suddenly realize that her love for Nanhe may not be limited to petting. And like, and some uncontrollable emotions grow secretly.
What can I do with you? Who can bear your appearance?
Yuan Xiang'er sighed and picked up the silver fur to cover the sleeping man.
After leaving Yanmen Pass, the land became barren and the population gradually became scarce.
Sometimes it takes a long time to walk along the endless grassland before meeting a group of businessmen walking together.
"You are not good for a few people, not only may there be looting by ferocious people in front, sometimes there will be demons." Some kind businessmen advised.
This is already on the fringe of the country, and there are often hustle and bustles riding horses, rushing into the village and looting wantonly. They and the monsters who are messing with the world are not controlled in this place.
Along the way, you can occasionally see bones that have been weathered for a long time on the side of the road.
When they passed by a small and secluded village, they found that the entire village had been slaughtered by robbers who did not know where they came from. They looted and burned the gray and black dilapidated houses. There were bones and corpses everywhere, and a small corpse. The treetops hanging far away at the entrance of the village, surrounded by buzzing flies, made Zhou Deyun tremble all over, covered his eyes with his sleeves, and was buried in a carriage, afraid to look outside.
"Why don't you even let the cubs go?" Nan He looked at the gray village that was silent all the way, "Even in the battle between our monster races, what we seize is just what we need to survive. We will never wantonly slaughter the other clan. , Not even the cubs in the nest."
"Probably we humans are a very strange creature." Qiu Yueming, who has been immersed in the battlefield for many years, replied, "We sometimes seem to be afraid of death. But we carry out meaningless killings all the time. Unscrupulously mass killings. My own clan, even if I am a soldier, sometimes I don’t understand what this is for."
"Is there no reason? For example, our Sirius tribe captures prey for the aura necessary for fullness or growth. Even the enemy rarely wastes the other's life when it is unnecessary. Life is very important to us. Something worthy of awe."
"It's all for some very ridiculous reasons. For those inexplicable things, humans can even kill their own compatriots in large numbers, even the old and weak, women and children." Yuan Xianger looked at the corpses from a distance and felt very bad.
In her sight, several huge black rays flew from the dilapidated village, shaking their huge tails in the air, and swimming away to the northwest.
It was a monster that was born from the gathering of dead spirits. Once there were too many such monsters, evil spirits and evil spirits could easily breed, which indicated that killings and large areas of creatures were constantly being killed in this area.
Not long after walking from here, there was a woman begging with a child sitting on the side of the road, her head hung down, her face was covered with a veil, and there was a chipped pottery bowl in front of her. , Just knock on the side of the bowl, making a clanging begging sound.
Looking at the pitiful baby in her arms, Qiu Yueming, who was walking in front of the team to explore the way, took out a silver ingot and threw it from the horse back into her bowl.
The woman raised her face, her thick forehead had a pair of charming eyes. She looked at Qiu Yueming with those gloomy eyes, stretched out her hand to pick up the silver coin, and said softly, "Thank you for the reward, please Madam, pitiful and pitiful slave, reward more."
Qiu Yueming glanced at the dark eyes, only to feel a buzz in his mind, he jumped out of his horse in a daze, and walked towards the woman.
Just as he was in a trance, an arm stretched out from behind him, pulling him back violently.
Qiu Yueming staggered a few steps in succession, and immediately woke up, with a cold sweat on his back.
Wu Yuan had appeared in the form of a boy with golden boots, and pushed him away in time before he was confused.
"Put away your tricks, I can see them clearly." Wu Yuan said to the woman.
The woman put the child in her arms on the ground, the red sand towel flew up, and the thick braid behind her head turned into the tail hook of a scorpion.
"Huh, I'm willing to be a human apostle, so why bother me eating?" The banshee revealed the prototype of a red scorpion, staring at a pair of brass-colored eyes, and the huge scorpion tail lifted into the air.
Wu Yuan, who was handsome for less than three seconds, stunned in an instant. Meow turned into his original form, and quickly fled in the direction of Yuan Xianger who was walking behind.
"Ouuuu, what a big scorpion. Axiang, Nan Ge, help."
When the huge scorpion tail stabbed over, the silver Sirius descended from the sky, shielding the little lynx under his body, blocking the sorrow's fierce attack. The sharp scorpion tail plunged into Sirius' body, and Sirius stepped on her back without flinching, biting her neck firmly.
The scorpion with its teeth and claws and the ferocious Sirius bit each other in an instant, and rolled away.
"Brother Nan is injured, Saburo, let's go and help." Wu Yuan yelled.
Yuan Xianger lifted his neck and threw him and Hu Sanlang together, chasing him all the way to the battlefield.
"You are waiting here."
Here is a downward with a height of several meters. Nanhe and the banshee fought together in Podi.
The baby burden dropped by the banshee turned into dozens of small scorpions on the ground. Densely began to rush down the hillside in an attempt to reinforce his mother.
Yuan Xiang'er rushed to the edge of the earth cliff, first made a trap, cracked a deep hole in the land under the hillside, and the little scorpions that rushed up fell one after another. Before it was too late to climb up, Nan He had ended his short battle.
He stood up from the blood stain, cut open the body of the scorpion mercilessly, and took out her inner alchemy.
"Xiao Nan, are you okay?" Yuan Xianger shouted standing on the hillside. The frozen ground was very slippery. She was worried about the Nanhe River. She slipped under her feet and slipped off the slope.
She thought she would fall badly, and ended up falling into a lump of hair.
The fluffy body caught her, transformed into a human form, wrapped her body with his hands, rolled a half circle on the ground, and let out a soft muffled sound.
Yuan Xiang'er fell from the sky and fell into that warm embrace, and suddenly understood what he said, I gave myself to you.
No matter what battle, Nan He always rushed in front of her and guarded her. He really gave himself as a weapon to her.
"Are you injured?" Yuan Xianger got up from Nan He's arms and looked at the wound on his right shoulder blade. There was a hole pierced by a scorpion tail, and black blood flowed out, looking terrible.
"A little injury, just lick it." Nan He stood up disapprovingly, climbed up the hillside with Yuan Xianger, and met Wu Yuan and others who had caught up.
Countless little scorpions crawled out of the previous pit and fled in a panic.
"Don't you need to deal with these little...little monsters?" Qiu Yueming asked the little monsters who were quickly moving away. He felt a little scared when he thought of the scene where the female demon just grabbed his arm with a smile.
Zhou Deyun saw the blood-stained banshee on the ground, feeling grief, raising his sleeves to block his vision.
"When their mother challenged us, she was ready to die in battle. The winner gets food and spirit pills, and the loser goes to death. This is the rule of our monster race." Nan He sat on the ground, The long hair was drawn to his chest, and Yuan Xianger was allowed to bandage the wound for him, "But it's no misfortune to the cubs. Our demons don't have the habit of clearing the nest and slaughtering cubs."
Qiu Yueming and Zhou Deyun glanced at each other and remembered the small village that had just been slaughtered by the Hu people. At this moment, they suddenly felt that from some perspectives, humans were inferior to demons.
After this fright, the group gathered together tightly and carefully walked the rest of the journey, finally entering the boundary of Datong Mansion.
In the city of this largest town in the north, you can see dark-skinned, burly border sergeants walking back and forth.
In the roadside wine shop and teahouse, the storyteller and songwriter no longer talk about the scenes where the fox meets under the moon, but love to tell stories about the joys of their sons and daughters and heroes.
Yuan Xiang'er asked for two pots of tea in the tea house, and asked Dr. Tea about Qiu Yueming's situation. He heard that he was looking for the residence of General Qiu Yueming, and Dr. Tea enthusiastically pointed out the direction.
"Turn in from the main street on the left. At the third alley entrance, there are two stone lions outside the door is the General Mansion. The general has been seriously injured in Fengzhou a year ago, and he has been recovering in that mansion. It happened to be living in our Datong Mansion. When the Hu people were besieging the city, I really didn’t know anyone who could save us in the fire and water like General Qiu."
"I also heard a lot of the general's prestige during the journey, and I admire it very much. I want to come to pay a visit, but I don't want to see the general. I just don't know what the general character is?"
"Hurt, you don't have to worry about it. My mother-in-law often delivers food to General Qiu's mansion, saying that although General Qiu is awe-inspiring on the battlefield, he kills the bullshit, but she has a gentle and amiable temper. I am very generous to everyone." He dropped the towel on his shoulders and pointed at the soldiers who had just stepped into the teahouse. "If you don't believe me, ask those soldiers, they are all under the rule of General Qiu."
Qiu Yueming raised his head to look at the men who strode in from outside the teahouse. There was a buzz in his mind, as if he had knocked over a five-flavored bottle, so sour that he had everything.
These ape-armed, sturdy sergeants are not other people, but the closest brothers under them. More than a year ago, when he was seriously injured and fell from the horseback, the last thing he saw was the situation of these men who were cracking and shouting in their own name with red eyes.