Seize My Boyfriend - B17 (3)

What’s there?” Mo Zhiyang’s shoulders stiffened, as if the sound of breathing was getting closer, it was something.

“There is a dragon!”

“Dragon?” Is there such a thing? Mo Zhiyang didn’t even think that there was such a thing on this side, his neck was stuck in place in fright, and he didn’t know whether to turn around.

Finally made up his mind, turned his head slowly and slowly, almost fainted by the scene in front of him, but now it is not much better, his whole body is stiff as if being suppressed by something, unable to move.

A white silver dragon hovered over the pool behind the ancestral hall, and its head had already stretched out, less than one meter away from him, and he could see the shiny dragon scales covering his body.

Yinlong sniffed at a stranger he had never seen before, but couldn’t smell that person, then retracted his head, looking down at the ants like humans.

As its head withdrew, Mo Zhiyang’s limbs gradually regained control, and he fell to the ground, looking up at the majestic silver dragon.

It looks like a big mountain on the water, exuding a suffocating sense of coercion. Anyone who sees it will sigh: Damn, it’s so scary.

“System, let’s go quietly now, is there a problem?” Mo Zhiyang’s voice was trembling.

“Probably not?” The system was also afraid.

If this swallowed him in one gulp, it might not be enough to fit between his teeth, Mo Zhiyang leaned against the wall, and slowly moved away step by step, trying to be as gentle as possible.

Don’t even dare to breathe too hard.

But this silver dragon didn’t seem to have any intention of doing anything. After taking a look at him, he closed his eyes and didn’t care about his small movements.

Mo Zhiyang ran away, fearing that the dragon would turn his back on him, and swallowed himself in one gulp, “That eldest grandson Wuji probably couldn’t beat it, so he wanted me to come. I’m not Nezha, how could I beat this dragon? Speaking of fighting Well, will the title of Third Prince be randomly dropped?”

“I don’t want to see the title now, what should I do now?” With that dragon around, the system felt that there was no need for the host to take risks.

“No!” Mo Zhiyang suddenly stood up straight with the help of the wall, “I have to go in front of him to show my presence, otherwise the task will not be completed.” This is a good opportunity.

In the silent night, after Changsun Wuji heard the sound of panicked footsteps, he opened his eyes and saw him rushing in staggeringly.

“Yes, there is a dragon~” said these words with trembling lips, seeing that he was about to speak with a frown, and Mo Zhiyang fainted on the ground as he didn’t want to listen to his nonsense.

When he was about to reprimand, he was interrupted by fainting, Changsun Wuji got up to check, and after confirming that the fainting was nothing serious, he was relieved, “I am still so timid after so many years.” I didn’t want to pay attention to it at first, but when I saw the person who put it

aside The bowl was broken, and there was still a bowl of fish soup in it, so I decided to bring people in and put it on the haystack beside me.

Continue to meditate by yourself.

Mo Zhiyang lay on the haystack, closed his eyes and pretended to be dizzy, and sneered in his heart: Isn’t this unbearable? Thanks to me delivering meals these days, I gained a good impression.

Hey, go to bed first, and then we’ll talk after sleep.

As soon as it was dawn, Mo Zhiyang opened his eyes and found that he was still there. He got up, grabbed his sleeve and said, “There is a dragon. It’s a big dragon. It’s on the pool behind.” “Yes

. For his astonishment, Changsun Wuji understood his astonishment, and pulled back his sleeves, “If it wasn’t for that dragon, I would still need your help?”

Because of that dragon, this Taoist priest can’t get close to the ancestral hall, so he needs himself. Yang figured this out, and tried to figure out who the three souls belonged to.

But looking at him with a stern expression, as if he owed him a dollar, let’s forget it.

“Then what should I do?” At least give some hints.

“I don’t know.” Being stared at by his pitiful and steamy eyes, Changsun Wuji staggered his eyes, “If it fails, do you still remember the mahogany nails and this whisk?”

As soon as he mentioned this, Mo Zhiyang felt fear in his heart, and nodded, “I remember.” Fuck

you, sooner or later, I will hammer you to the ground and make you chase your wife to the crematorium, no, just cremate you, etc. I finished the task, and then I went to find the old color batch, and took him to make a fortune and be happy together.

Then you just, you just go to old age alone.

After the people left, Changsun Wuji opened his eyes, looked at the corner of the clothes he had just pulled over, and frowned.

“Angry!” Mo Zhiyang tugged at his dark blue Dacron shirt, which he begged for from other people’s old clothes, and his grandma patched up a few puddings, which seemed quite presentable.

As soon as he got home, the fat aunt next door came to look for him, saying that in two days everyone would go to the mountain to harvest potatoes, and the land of Mo Zhiyang’s family had already been rented out because of grandma’s illness.

“In a few days, you will come to help. We don’t have any money, so I will give you a sack of potatoes. If you don’t bother, you will come to help the fifteen ancestors. There is no money, but it’s no big deal to have a full meal.” Question.” The fat aunt said, and gave a vegetable dumpling.

Of course Mo Zhiyang was grateful to Dade, “I will definitely go.”

But when he heard the word “ancestor worship”, he suddenly had a bold idea.

In the past few days, she has been working in the field to help the fat aunt’s house. Her man is too busy to work in the mine alone, to watch the baby, and to go to the field. Mo Zhiyang is also working hard to earn a living.

“System, when I retire, I’ll give you a field of radishes.” After sunset, Mo Zhiyang drove back across the ditches with a hoe.

System: “What do I want radishes for?”

“It can be eaten and used.” Mo Zhiyang grinned, and went home with Wanxia on his back.

This kind of farming day where the sun rises and the sun sets and rests is also very good.

The time for worshiping ancestors in Shuangshan Village is very strange. It is actually on May 15th, which is Daduanyang. Moreover, the villagers do not celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival, so they only worship ancestors on the day of Daduanyang.

But now is not the time to explore, Mo Zhiyang doesn’t plan to take care of this, after helping the fat aunt pack up the offerings for worship, he helps carry the pole to the ancestral hall.

The door of the ancestral hall can only be opened when worshiping the ancestors.

At this time, there were already quite a few people, and it was the first time for Mo Zhiyang to enter this place. When he crossed the threshold and entered, there was a sense of familiarity surrounding him.

At a glance, the ancestral hall is very big, as big as a basketball court, and it is square. If you go in through the door, you will be facing the altar. If you enter the incense burner inside the altar, you will only see a memorial tablet. Covered with red cloth.

On the left is a gourd-shaped stone stove for burning joss sticks, and on the right is the place where everyone puts poles and baskets.

“This kind of layout is rare in the north, and more in the south.” Mo Zhiyang doesn’t quite understand who is being suppressed by this building that is neither south nor north.

Looking around here, there is no place to hide. I originally planned to hide like this, but it doesn’t seem to work now, so I have to find another way.

Mo Zhiyang fixed his eyes on the offerings on the altar, and secretly carried two apples with him while offering incense.

After a while, when the village chief came to offer incense, he found that two apples were missing, and he immediately became ashamed, “Who stole the apples?”

The villagers gathered here, and after hearing this, they went to see the altar On the way, it was found that two apples were really missing. Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads.

At this time, Mo Zhiyang deliberately shook out the little apple hidden in his sleeve, everyone saw the apple falling from his body, and understood what was going on.

Mo Zhiyang knelt down in front of everyone, “I’m sorry for the village chief, my grandma likes to eat apples the most, she gave me a dream that she wanted to eat apples, so I… I’m sorry.

” He went to the village brigade, but seeing that he was also filial and crying so badly, everyone couldn’t bear it.

“I’m sorry everyone. I’ll punish the ancestral hall tonight. It’s repentance.” Mo Zhiyang made this request with sobs, and everyone thought he was sincerely repentant, so they agreed.

“As expected of the host!” The system was amazed.

Everyone went back after worshiping, and Mo Zhiyang knelt in the middle of the ancestral hall alone. The village chief left the key when he took it away, and asked him to clean it by the way.

There is such a good thing?

Mo Zhiyang took the key and vowed, “Don’t worry, I will clean it properly.”

After cleaning the inside and outside of the ancestral hall, Mo Zhiyang took out the vegetable dumpling that his fat aunt gave him just now and gnawed on it, “The last time we came during the day I didn’t see the dragon, but I saw the dragon when I came tonight, after twelve o’clock tonight, it’s sixteen, right?”

Wait here until night, maybe it’s okay.

I found a corner to lie down and sleep, and when I woke up it was already dark, “System, what time is it?”

“It’s ten seventeen in the evening.” The system replied.

Mo Zhiyang found a place to hide and waited until after twelve o’clock.

Just after twelve o’clock, Mo Zhiyang was about to stand up, when a gust of wind blew past, and the whole ancestral hall suddenly became gloomy. When he turned around, he realized that the red cloth covering the ranks had been blown off.

“Good guy?” Mo Zhiyang looked at the pitch-black altar, unable to see anything clearly, swallowed, “So what? Why don’t you come out and say hello, everyone is floating, there’s no need to be scary.” Suddenly he felt

palpitations , Mo Zhiyang covered his chest, turned his head suddenly, and found a person standing behind him at some point, “Changsun Wuji?” How did

he come here? Isn’t he unable to come in?

“This king has dreamed about you.” The eldest grandson Wuji spoke suddenly, his voice was gentle with a vague sense of emptiness.

“Me?” This guy was so strange, Mo Zhiyang frowned.

Changsun Wuji was wearing a rich python robe at this time, no longer the simple and elegant Taoist robe before.

“Yes, I have dreamed many times. Your name is Yangyang, right?” Changsun Wuji leaned over, with a smile, and reached out to caress his cheek.

The moment his cheek was touched, Mo Zhiyang’s brain went crazy: Fuck, it’s an old pervert.

Who can tell me what happened in the end ah, help!

Mo Zhiyang now feels: I have met two people, one is the eldest grandson Wuji, and the other is the eldest grandson Wuji, what kind of nonsense is this?

“This king knows what you are going to do, thank you for your hard work.” The eldest grandson Wuji lowered his head, and his lips also covered his lips, “This king knows you, you are Yangyang, this king knows you.” He is an old woman

. There is no doubt about this, but Mo Zhiyang didn’t understand what was going on, and his breath was a little short of breath after being kissed by him.

After being released, she couldn’t help leaning against his arms and panting.

“Fuck, host, what do you see lying on the ground?”

Mo Zhiyang was reminded by the system that he had time to look at the ground, “What the hell?”