The night that should have been calm returned to calm, Shen Jue retracted his sword and left silently from the shadows as if he had come. Although it is not clear how Ji Jiu can make these unscrupulous people retreat, no matter what this person does, he will not be surprised.

He didn't know that Ji Jiu, who was in the room, was holding his father's original form to frighten a group of people away. To put it simply, deceiving people with "snakes".

But Ji Jiu didn't think what he was doing was wrong. What he thought was that this snake occupies his bodyguard during the day and asked him to serve him personally at night. Not to mention that it was just used like this, that is, he was skinned. Stewing into snake soup is also something that should be done - besides, they still have grievances that have not been resolved, and they cannot be resolved.

After all, Ji Jiu can understand him. But understanding is not the same as understanding.

Although Ji Jiu is not a stingy person, he feels that he is not a kind person. Besides, that incident was a real shame for a man. It's not that you can wipe it off if you want to. Even if he is willing to admit, it is not completely painful when he is oppressed, but the more he admits this, the more intense the humiliation.

To this day, that dream has not subsided in the slightest. In the middle of the night, he would often return to the darkness, be ridden and crushed, forced to spread his legs, forced to open his body and become his container. It seems to be just a hole for venting.

A hole marked with the words Shen Qingxuan.

Ji Jiu woke up sweating profusely, opened his eyes, and gasped sharply in the dark. There was something entangled in his body, as if the dream scene never faded with his waking. Ji Jiu reached out and touched it, the tentacles were cold and hard, like the ropes of living things, entangling him tightly. Ji Jiu grabbed the snake's body, and with great effort, peeled it off and pushed it aside. Then rolled up the quilt again and lay back down.

A month of this kind of thing is enough for him to get used to it. Awakening again and again quelled his anger, the anger of those nightmares had been rubbed off, leaving only the usual tiredness.

Ji Jiu reached out and rubbed his forehead, and couldn't help sighing.

He closed his eyes and was just about to go back to sleep when the big snake that had been pulled to the side came over again, got through the gap in the bedding, and sneaked into his bed. The ice-cold snake body kept approaching the source of warmth, getting closer, and then sticking tightly to it, passing through the front of the shirt, and sticking to his skin. Ji Jiu didn't move her eyelids, she closed her eyes and groped for the quilt, grabbed the snake's head on her chest, and put it aside.

The snake's tail was flexibly wrapped around his waist, his head was thrown aside, and his body was still tightly wrapped around the source of warmth, refusing to let go.

Ji Jiu closed his eyes again to peel off the snake's tail, and just after peeling it off, it was wrapped around his arms, even his wrists. Ji Jiu used the other hand to save the scene, and then let go of the snake's head. So the snake head moved over again, got into his jacket again, and stuck to the skin on his chest, and it didn't move obediently once it was attached.

Ji Jiu finally opened his eyes, looked at the upper end of the black hole, and said: "You have to make an inch."

That's what made it tick. Otherwise what else can be done? A drunken snake, who can't really peel off the skin and stew the snake soup, and is unwilling to downgrade himself to be angry with a snake - although he knows he is a demon, now he is a real snake. If it wasn't for the snake's intentional intoxication to the point of unconsciousness, Ji Jiu would feel that this servant's tricks were completely rogue.

In fact, now, it is also a snake. Ji Jiu thought while grabbing the head of the drunken snake and not allowing him to press his chest. The nightmare of being crushed had no choice but to turn sideways, stretch out his arms, let the snake head rest on his arm, put it in front of him, and put the snake tail on his back, and then he closed his eyes and used an almost indulgent gesture. cuddle position, fell asleep again.

The snake was in such a position, and was satisfied. Its head was in front of him, half of its body was nestled in the seat under his armpit, and its tail was wrapped around his waist. The familiar breath and warm heat lingered around him, and he slept in a big dream. It is even more hearty, and even drunk is not wronged.

In the form of a man and a snake, the confrontation of the past is less, and they have temporarily abandoned those entanglements and entanglements, and each has a good dream.

When he got up the next day, Ji Jiu put the snake back into the box. When he was about to cover it up, he looked at the group of black snakes, thinking that there would be no inns and restaurants on the rest of the way, so he saved the irritability of being entangled by him at night. I couldn't help but gloat over the misfortune: "Sleep well!" He happily closed the lid.

It was at this time that his stubborn nature was revealed.

After washing up, when Shen Jue came to call him for breakfast, he had already regained his identity as General Ji. With his back straight, with a specious smile, he led the camel caravan, facing the scorched eyes, and set off on the road with a steady pace.

There is no more tiredness and helplessness revealed in the night, and even those tender feelings that seem to be there are also annihilated into nothing.

The big snake behind Shen Jue, curled up in a wooden box, still fell asleep with his head down and his head resting on top of the dilapidated fox fur.

It seemed that he was going to sleep like this until the end of the day.