1131. Tusi King’s Tomb (75)
"Crash-"
The sound of the heavy rain is like a waterfall, like excessive white noise pouring into the cave where the Woqiping snake once resided, disturbing people in the morning and making them restless. An Xuefeng opened his eyes in the dark tent. One of the tiger ears above his head turned to Yi Ling, who had just fallen asleep in his arms, and the other listened to the sound of rain and thunder outside.
It's about 5:10 in the morning now.
An Xuefeng estimated the time. He only slept for less than fifteen minutes, but now he is very energetic. Even the pollution left after fighting the Salt God last night has basically disappeared, and he has negative distance contact with Yi Zero. Sure enough, it can relieve more pollution. An Xuefeng is not willing to get his love into other things. Fortunately, Yi Ling seems to be more energetic, full and satisfied. This seems to be good for him, so An Xue Feng was somewhat relieved.
"Rumble--"
Thunder rolled across the sky, and a heavy thunderstorm seemed to envelope the entire world. His keen sense allowed him to roughly detect the rain outside without leaving his sleeping bag and tent.
The location of their cave was good, so water would not accumulate outside the cave or pour in. What's more, An Xuefeng had dug a drainage ditch in advance, so he was not afraid of the cave being flooded. The animals that were frightened by the thunderstorm did not dare to hide here to take shelter from the rain. The white tiger's thick pheromones declared that this was its lair, and no beast dared to offend it.
The fire in the cave had been extinguished long ago. After all, they had been having trouble all night yesterday, and An Xuefeng didn't have time to pick up so much firewood. The remaining firewood had to be carefully calculated to prepare today's meal, so that Yi Ling could drink it. Taking a sip of hot soup, there was no shortage of water, and it was raining outside. It's just that it's a bit cold inside the cave. The heavy rain caused the temperature in the mountains to drop sharply, making An Xuefeng, who was used to living in the north, feel the biting coldness of the damp and cold.
But An Xuefeng has great firepower. Even if he is naked in the ice and snow of Mohe, he will not feel too cold, not to mention that the white tiger is also cold-resistant. He is the most stable heat source in the sleeping bag, allowing Yi Ling to snooze comfortably in his arms. I just don't know how the teammates on Mo Rili's side are doing, and whether they have enough dry firewood for heating.
An Xuefeng is used to worrying about his teammates, but he also understands that in such a harsh environment as Wuluo Mountain, he cannot always protect his teammates under his wings. Although the killing of the Salt God last night ended quickly, it was thrilling enough. If Yi Ling hadn't been willing to cooperate, he would have had to shed a few more layers of skin if he wanted to kill the Salt God An Xuefeng, who was extremely wary of 'Linjun'. He still has to fight desperately, not to mention his teammates who are not as strong and lucky as him.
‘This is the last chance for them to experience before they actually go to Wuluo Mountain. "
Yi Ling's words yesterday still echoed in An Xuefeng's ears. They were always frivolous and careless, but they spoke to An Xuefeng's heart.
This time he went out alone to hunt the Salt God, which was indeed an opportunity for his companions to 'grow up'.
"Morili is very safe. Of course they will face the gods of the Tujia people. This is a matter of time, but as long as they are smart and alert, there won't be too much danger."
It is even said that if the Thunder Lord really comes, Morilirihui, where the eight Tujia brothers live, will face the battlefield directly, but it will also be the safest place. Being able to hold on there will be of great benefit to the passengers.
After getting to know Mo Rili with Yi Ling and having a private conversation with Wei Xun, An Xuefeng made a decisive decision. This was also the fundamental reason why he did not return to the B&B in the rain after killing the Salt God. People will always grow after leaving shelter, and they will be truly forced to unite when greater dangers come. And An Xuefeng and Yi Ling also had things to do on these two mountains when Lei Gong came there.
Yesterday, Yi Ling cooperated with An Xuefeng, and today An Xuefeng will cooperate with him. All we are waiting for is the real arrival of the thunderstorm. The thunderstorm outside looks fierce, but in fact it is just an insignificant prelude.
"Crack-!"
A deafening thunder resounded across the sky, and the whole world seemed to be shaken. The thunderous explosions made people's hearts beat wildly, their eardrums buzzed, and they created a sense of restlessness and irritability deep in their souls.
It's pollution.
The sound of thunder contained pollution, buzzing like a bunch of bees in An Xuefeng's ears, and faintly like a weird and horrifying distorted song, piercing into the brain like needles, causing a dense and disgusting feeling of nausea. An Xuefeng turned his tiger ears outward into airplane ears. Yi Ling's breathing was also disturbed for a moment, and his silver-white eyelashes trembled.
But Yi Ling was unwilling to open his eyes, and in the end he just shrank down, leaving only his white head exposed outside the sleeping bag. He rested his head on An Xuefeng's chest, and his soft white hair no longer emitted the silvery fluorescence as it did last night. It was like a ball of snow-white soft slightly curly wool, quietly scattered around An Xuefeng's body, as beautiful as an oil painting. They were not sleeping in a double sleeping bag. The two of them were completely squeezed together. An Xuefeng could feel Yi Ling's shallow breath on his skin, as well as the pain and swelling caused by the inevitable movement when he moved down. Insufferable muscles.
This made Yi Ling frown and groan in discomfort.
So cute.
An Xuefeng paused for breath, and his eyes were so bright in the darkness. He was so bewitched that his sharp nails popped out and returned to their original shape. His eyes were dyed with dark desires and thoughts like the eyes of a wild beast. If he was caught by an outsider, You will definitely be shocked when you see it. But Yi Ling didn't see this scene. He even slept more peacefully, and the discomfort on his body was relieved a lot. An Xuefeng's strong arms brought him to him, and he reached down with one hand and pulled him away. Rub his waist vigorously.
This is the way in big cities, the technology is really good.
Yiling thought vaguely, and some inspirations of "a 1.9-meter-tall massage guy and a young but often sore back office worker" flashed through his mind. Bringing some of the situations last night into his reverie, Yiling suddenly slept more comfortably. He slept comfortably in a fantasy and imaginary dream, but he didn't know how many dirty and realistic ideas An Xuefeng had in his mind. The fingers with gun calluses pressed on his waist with appropriate weight, not as carefully as tofu. Using tofu to describe Yiling's skin is too much of an underestimation of his strength.
An Xuefeng felt that he was more like jade. Yiling's skin was very cold and smooth like jade. Even during the most intense time last night, his body temperature did not rise much. In order to prove that Yiling's skin was not carved from jade or ice, An Xuefeng left dense marks on it, almost from the bone behind the neck along the spine all the way down, even the knee bend and calf were not spared.
Jade carvings don't leave red marks when kissed, but Yi Ling does. Those purple marks are dotted and clustered, like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow. It's even more excessive when facing the front. After all, they are face to face most of the time. Yi Ling likes to look at An Xuefeng's expression, which can satisfy his curiosity and subtle desire for control. Fortunately, Yi Ling doesn't feel pain, otherwise the mess on his chest will definitely make him groan more in discomfort in his sleep. After all, An Xuefeng really likes to bite people, and his canine teeth are a bit too sharp when he is slightly tiger-like.
But in An Xuefeng's opinion, Yi Ling will be more excited and sensitive when he is pressed by him with his back to him in the most primitive posture. The more intense it is, the better his response is. It seems that he likes something wild, primitive, and purely intense in his bones. And Yi Ling seems to have an almost pathological pursuit of satiety, as if the oral stage is not satisfied and he is often hungry. He basically doesn't show it on weekdays, but yesterday he showed his unique hobby in this regard vividly.
There are no contraceptive products here, so it is difficult to clean. An Xuefeng also remembered Yi Ling's cleanliness, and originally did not intend to pour it in every time. But Yi Ling ate very deeply every time, and he had to accumulate enough before he lazily let An Xuefeng clean it once. So that even if it was cleaned clean, there was always a little bit in the deeper part, and it would flow out from time to time, making it always wet.
Sleeping like this is undoubtedly uncomfortable. Mr. An, who has a strong sense of responsibility, can't bear to see Yi Ling sleeping unsteadily, so he kindly opened his mouth for him again to check. People always have some reactions in the early morning. Even if An Xuefeng only slept for a short quarter of an hour from closing his eyes to opening his eyes, it can be regarded as a sleep, and he can get up again in the morning. Especially when he felt Yi Ling's response, the examination that was not simple was completely excessive.
Especially when Yi Ling suddenly opened his eyes, looked at him with his blue eyes, and sneered with some complacency: "Who said it's definitely not in the sleeping bag? Who said sleeping bags are only places to sleep? Ha, you can't help it!"
"How can this not be sleeping?"
An Xuefeng corrected seriously, and decided to give the guide in the mountains a good lesson. An Xuefeng was much more authoritative than Yi Ling in the use of sleeping bags. This rich practical class lasted for nearly two hours and was just about to end at around 6:30 in the morning. After washing up, Yi Ling was only wearing a too-large black cashmere sweater, and dozed off in An Xuefeng's jacket. An Xuefeng dealt with the sleeping bag and tent. He didn't wear shoes, and his feet simply turned into tiger claws and walked around in the cave, with his tiger tail hanging down, and the tip of the tail happily curled up, and every time he passed by Yi Ling, it would entangle his ankles.
"Hua La-"
The sound of rain was louder, making Yi Ling turn his head away. An Xuefeng lifted the waterproof cloth covering the cave entrance, pushed away the rolling stones, and felt the restless pollution between heaven and earth when he used the camping pot to collect water. It was fine when he was with Yi Ling, but once he left him, the buzzing noise of pollution sounded in An Xuefeng's mind again, like the rumbling thunder of continuous undulations, just like a primitive, thick, and unclear sacrificial song, which repeated repeatedly in the end.
[The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the mountains were covered with fog]
[The evil wind blew, and the heavy rain fell]
[The sky moved, the earth moved]
[The sky moved, the earth moved]
[The sky moved, the earth moved——]
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"Fuck, an earthquake? Is this an earthquake??"
In the main hall of the Mo Ri Li Ri B&B, the tourists who were sitting around the fire room to warm themselves by the fire jumped up in shock. The hanging pot on the fire was shaking, and the earthquake made their feet unstable. This is not an illusion, the earth is really shaking!