Chapter 127

human world.

The snow outside the window is white and the house is warm.

In the house where I live alone, there are many small night lights on at night.

Sporadic flashing fluorescence on the wall, leaving only a small bright circle on the wall.

In the clean room, the tabletop is well arranged, and an expensive incense candle is placed in the middle plate.

Candles lit, small flames light jump, aroma pervaded the whole room.

In front of the son of heaven, the incense is lit.

Wearing a long skirt, Qin Lingjun moved a chair and sat in front of him.

Other people worship God, Buddha and the son of heaven with three kowtows and nine worships. Before that, they have to bathe and dress, eat less meat and fish, and after that, they have to be devout so that God can hear what they think.

Only Qin Lingjun, sitting in a chair, dares to sit flat with Yama.

Qin Lingjun listened to Yama and said, "it's a pity that the food from hell can't be brought to you. Jiang Jiang also specially brought a jar of wine called Qinghuan. I want you to have a taste. "

Many hell kings and judges love wine.

Qin Lingjun chuckled: "there will be opportunities in the future."

Yama: "I'll keep it. I'll wait for you to come to the hell in a few years to taste it with you."

This wine is sent by Jiang Jiang this year. I don't know when it will be next year.

Reincarnation, how can you say it at will.

Qin Lingjun covered his body with his hands and looked down at his delicate human body.

It's very beautiful with bare hands.

She said, "drink it. Jiang Jiang specially brought it, so it's considered that this wine is the most suitable for today's taste. After a while, the taste will be different. "

Yama laughed there: "OK."

Qin Lingjun listened to the voice.

One, two.

A jar of wine is actually not too much. It's basically one liter for a small jar and three liters for a big jar.

With Jiang Jiang's temperament, it's basically a small altar for a single person, and a big altar comes out at a big party.

does not know how many degrees. If it is like Baijiu, the concentration is too high. It's a good thing to say that the speed of Yama's drinking

Qin Lingjun raised his head You drink slowly

The voice of Yama stopped, and he stopped drinking.

After a moment's silence, he said, "today is my birthday. I want to see you after drinking."

Qin Lingjun thought that he also wanted to see him.

Otherwise, she would not wear all kinds of clothes, even the makeup on her face.

She didn't refuse Yama to drink any more.

The waiting time, as if very long, and as if only passed a very short moment. Qin Lingjun's mind has been from many years ago, recalled the last time he woke up to accept the power of memory.

Sand pile, thin air, as a human she sink, should be equivalent to buried alive.

However, in her own space, no one can kill her.

Not even herself.

When Yama stepped in, she was almost overwhelmed by the power.

A blank brain, thinking about who this is? Why is he calling himself? Why is he so anxious?

She could feel all his emotions.

It's all about yourself.

The body made the decision one step earlier than the brain, and she easily dragged Yama into the sand.

Her arm around his neck, and he close to almost the next moment can be integrated.

After feeling the gloomy coolness, the scalding body seems to have got the treasure in the heart, and it can't spread its hand completely. She just wanted to get in touch with him a little more, a little more.

Feel him in his ear hoarse cry "Niang Niang".

Qin Lingjun shook his body and pulled his consciousness back from the past.

She has a strange look on her face: it's all Meng Xiaoni's fault. She gives whatever the other party likes best.

Qin Lingjun held out his hand and touched the silk tie around his neck

She told herself seriously in her heart: This is just an accessory of the long skirt, one of the decorations inherited from western culture, with a little color of death, which is very suitable for covering the wound.

And it's very popular now.

Qin Lingjun put down his hand and breathed out a breath.

The flame of the incense candle moves.

There seems to be a wind.

Qin Lingjun raised his head slightly, then saw the man in front of him in a gorgeous robe, and stepped out from the invisible.

In the middle of the black and red robe, on the exquisite embroidery, the beast roars. On the tight jade belt around the waist, hang all kinds of pass cards that only the king of hell can wear.

With pointed boots, he almost stepped on people's heart, making Qin Lingjun's heart beat like a drum.

The faint aroma of the wine occupied all the air around Qin Lingjun and soaked her all over.The momentum is getting stronger and stronger.

Qin Lingjun wanted to stand up from the chair, but he didn't expect to face the dark eyes. Suddenly, the man bent over sealed his lips and pressed them on the chair.

Behind her is a stiff chair, and in front of her is the king of hell, whose emotions are rarely seen outside.

A kiss with the smell of wine.

After the kiss, there is a shallow apology: "let you wait for a while."

Qin Lingjun: No

She didn't even say she wanted to see him.

Why is this guy out of the hell again.

The top ten hell kings in the underworld are likely to escape. Can the king of hell take the first place.

Qin Lingjun pursed his lips: "happy birthday."

"I'm happy," Yama chuckled

In his eyes, Qin Lingjun couldn't see through.

This guy has already grown up to be the only one in the hell. He's always behind him, trying to keep up.

Qin Lingjun's voice is a little tight.

After thinking about it, she said her words first: "I want to take you to see the fireworks."

There are no fireworks in the hell, only volcanic eruptions, and the sparks of fighting with Asura, not a bit of normal aestheticism.

Yama opened a little distance, reached out and took Qin Lingjun away from his chair: "where can I see the fireworks?"

Qin Lingjun: "seaside."

The category of seaside is really a little big, but Yama understood what Qin Lingjun meant and took her to a deserted beach in an instant.

I don't know where the island is. There is only the sound of insects on the whole island.

There is no one over the beach. When you look out, you can't see another island except the sea.

Yama and Qin Lingjun stepped on the beach.

The sand here is so fine that even the shellfish didn't wash up.

Qin Lingjun was originally wearing shoes. After falling into the sand twice, he did not hesitate to give up his shoes and landed barefoot.

With her shoes in one hand and Yama in the other hand, she found a piece of dry sand that could not be swept up by the waves and motioned Yama to sit down together.

Yama was so obedient that he sat beside her.

As soon as Qin Lingjun sat down, before he could use his own strength, he saw a sound in the air.

She looked up, her whole face illuminated.

In the sky, a huge white fireworks burst out, scattered countless stars, turned into red, fell in the air, and made a slight to unpredictable sound.

Is this a silent version of fireworks?

Qin Lingjun was stunned. He didn't know whether it was her birthday to Yama or Yama's birthday to himself.

The next moment, another red fireworks in full bloom.

That is true, such as peony, true national color, red with a little bit of gold, blooming in the air, and then into a little bit of stars, once again.

Then, there are hollow circles, stars of the Milky way, double love with an arrow through the heart, pagodas in the sky, and colorful rainbow circles. The fireworks Qin Lingjun had seen and never seen exploded in front of her.

She tilted her head slightly and found that the king of hell took the fireworks very seriously.

Qin Lingjun stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Yama.

Yama pause for a moment: "hmm?"

Qin Lingjun's fingers were all open, and he drew a "Five": "what's this?"

King Yama

The light taste of the wine has not gone yet.

Yama stared at Qin Lingjun's hand 5、 "I don't know

Qin Lingjun hesitated and looked at Yama, not sure if he had drunk too much. Maybe it's a little bit too much, but it's a little bit too far away from being drunk.

Yama explained: "after Qinghuan drinks, the consciousness is very sober."

Qin Lingjun understood: "no wonder it's called Qinghuan."

The king of hell stopped: "there are a lot of villains in front of us now."

Qin Lingjun: "villain?"

Yama replied a little seriously: "as soon as I saw you just now, I was thinking about how there were so many villains on your shoulders and knees. It's a man with a high hand. "

Qin Lingjun

It's no longer a matter of whether you're drunk or not. It's an illusion after drinking.

Yama is still a little dissatisfied: "to the uninhabited island, who knows to follow."

Qin Lingjun

No, I didn't follow you. What you saw was fake!

Fireworks are still exploding in the sky.

Qin Lingjun was a little funny. He stretched out his hand and rubbed Yama's head: "how can you get drunk so easily?"

That's what he said, but Qin Lingjun also understood that the wine Jiang Jiang sent to Yama was of extremely high concentration and strong stamina. No matter how much the king of hell drinks, it's better than Jiang Jiang who secretly adds ingredients.

Yama did not agree with Qin Lingjun's words: "I am not drunk. I'm very conscious now. "Qin Lingjun nodded and followed Yama's words: "yes."

Yama frowned slightly.

The people in front of you don't believe in yourself.

There are more villains.

Yama lowered his head, bit the silk on Qin Lingjun's neck with his lips and pulled it hard.

Like opening a gift bag, he untied the silk.

He bowed his head, kissed and whispered, "sweet."

Qin Lingjun squinted, put his hand into Yama's hair, easily pulled open his hair band, raised his head, and gently kissed thin lips: "happy birthday."

Birthday gift, give you a night of absurdity.