If Kosaka Kyosuke Had a Saber Face

After speaking, his legs, which seemed to be getting longer and longer due to the slim-fit trousers, slowly bent down. The feeling of uniform speed and stability reminded Liuli on his back of those sophisticated equipment.

First the toes, and then the soles of the dark sneakers touched the ground.

"How is it? Are you standing still?"

Yejian was afraid that if Liuli was carried on his back for a long time, her feet would become weak when she stood on the ground suddenly, so she didn't let her go.Liuli's facial features are exquisite, her expression is reserved, and her small doll-like face is still resting on his shoulders, making Yejian look like she has grown a small head.

At the same time, because the glass girl's body slipped from Ye Jian's back, the black silk on her thighs also rubbed against Ye Jian's greasy palm when she straightened her legs and stepped on the ground.

Yejian's hands are undoubtedly very steady, and they have not changed their positions all the time, but because Liuli's delicate body is sliding down and her legs are stretching, relatively speaking, those beautiful hands are so beautiful that anyone wants to touch them or be touched. The position of the slender hand on her body moved up a bit.

The thigh meat that was originally holding the casing—I mean the black silk—has now passively burrowed into the pleated skirt-like trousers of the culottes.

The palm is against the warmer flesh inside, and the back of the hand is wrapped by the fluffy and soft trousers. What is constantly transmitted to the skin is the heat from Miss Black Cat's body.

Ye Jian felt that the fabric under her fingertips seemed to be slightly thicker, and after thinking about it, she realized that it should be pressed against the edge of the panties.

"Hmm..." It seemed to be a coquettish hum that resonated from the chest cavity to the nasal cavity, and came from the little head protruding from Ye Jian's shoulders. It sounded like a humming from the depths of the heart, with something as if it was separated. The coquettishness of something sticking together.

Then he calmed down his tone: "...stand firm, let me down... see you at night."

"it is good."

The blond boy let go of his hands, and the warm chest of the girl on his back also left.He pulled his hands out of Liuli girl's trousers, and when he left, he helped her straighten her skirt-like trousers.

Ye Jian straightened up, and before he could turn around, the soft little hand that made one feel that even the bones inside were very fragile got into his hand, and the words as soft as the little hand also followed the wind Slowly floating: "...it seems... not as stable as expected, and the feet are still a little weak."

Turning her slender waist, Ye Jian looked back at Liu Li who was looking at him with wine red eyes, and said the reply the girl wanted to hear: "Oh, so, then I will continue to support you."

It is said to be supporting, but in fact it is holding hands, the same as before when I went up the mountain before carrying Liuli.

Miss Black Cat gracefully took two steps forward, stepped on the stones with a "creak", and stood side by side with Ye Jian delicately, tilting her head and looking at him slightly, the ripples rippling in her pupils made her She is more like a precious cat.She is obviously acting like a baby to her master, who she likes so much, but she still puts on an elegant posture very considerate of the image.

Ye Jian pursed her lips and showed a faint smile, raised her hand, and stretched out her sculpted and beautiful index finger, gently brushing Liuli's wind-blown hair from the tip of her white and tender nose to the long hair beside her.

The glass-clear pupils first shifted slightly in the eye sockets, looking at Ye Jian, and then curiously followed Ye Jian's fingers down, looking at the tip of his nose, which he could not see clearly. After understanding what Ye Jian was going to do, Returning his eyes to Ye Jian's cheeks again, he squinted and smiled at those green eyes.

Yejian was also made to smile again by this cute kitten.Gently tightening the little hand in his palm, he turned to look at the cameraman beside him.

The little brother has been shooting the camera from the bottom to the top of the deeply excavated stone wall for a while.

Then when the camera was raised to the highest point, the center of gravity moved back, and I couldn't help taking a step back.The logistics brother who put the luggage at his feet hurried forward and put his hands on his back to support him.

The cameraman turned his head and showed a grateful smile: "Thank you, I almost sat on the ground."

The taciturn logistics boy shook his head, saying that as long as you stop laughing, that is your greatest gratitude to me.

"...That is, the Great Buddha?"

Ye Jian followed the camera to look at the stone wall with many futons in front of it, and looked at the kneeling worshipers who were clasping their hands together, and the voice of the cameraman brother came from his ear.

"Well, that whole stone wall is the Buddha."

Ye Jian raised his slender neck and looked up, the golden ponytail was blown by the wind, and what came into view was a ferocious giant spirit with no pupils.

The giant spirit was standing with its head bowed, looking at him with empty sockets.

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There is no mercy in it, only the emptiness and indifference that overlooks the ants or does not put the ants in their eyes at all.

It doesn't look like a man-made Buddha statue at all.

The huge head protruding from the hollow of the stone wall is covered with irregular rocks, or it is basically a whole piece of unpolished rock, and there are even mottled bushes growing on the surface.

The same is the huge body half of which is still embedded in the stone wall.

The giant spirit made of rocks seems to be some kind of strange life bred by the mountain itself. After sleeping in the rock wall for countless years, it finally trembled, shaking off the eggshell-like broken rocks on the outside, and slowly The ground protruded from the rock wall that was the fetus of the mountain.

Compared with human beings who die once a hundred years, the action of the giant spirit just walking out of the rock wall seems so long.For this giant spirit of the mountain whose lifespan is calculated in units of ten thousand years, an ordinary step seems to take a human lifetime to witness.

So at this moment, it looks like a lifeless colossus.

The moment this kind of cognition covered his mind, it was like the pressure of the entire Atlantic Ocean from the sky rushing towards Ye Jian, and a silent roar surged in his ears.That is the coercion from high-level life forms on ants.

Yejian's unlined clothes, which seemed to be pulled by the wind with hardness, swept out layers of folds, and the cameraman next to him who had felt the coercion of the giant spirit stretched out his hand, wanting to help him.

bass!

I don't know if it's a hallucination, but it reminds me of the sound of a sharp knife sharpening a metal stone, which stops the cameraman's movements, and at the same time makes Liuli, who is immersed in "Happy to be held by a small hand", subconsciously look at Ye Jian .

A breath more bitter than the wind that blows the end of summer into a cold autumn, overflows from the snowy skin of this overly beautiful blond boy who seems to come from an ideal land, and cuts the surrounding wind to pieces. It's all over the place.

At that moment, it was like a jeweled ritual sword revealing its long-hidden true body, letting the world know that the dazzling gold on the sword body turned out to be unparalleled fine gold, and the flashy silver was the transmission Mithril with mysterious power, and even those magnificent gemstones that are purely used for decoration, are all destructive creations that contain a magical atmosphere.

The emerald green eyes that seemed to contain the entire sky stared at the giant mountain spirit without showing any sign of weakness, and the surging tide that swirled around him cut through the pressure of the falling ocean, like a gust of wind pressure rising from the ground. To the ghost's empty eyes.

creak...

Very slight crackling.Ye Jian lowered her white eyelids, and slowly lowered her head.

pat...

Two small stones fell from nowhere and rolled down beside a futon.

The cameraman opened his mouth and showed his not-so-flattering gums, and stared stupidly at Ye Jian, who had lost his edge and turned into jewels again. The camera lens was already aimed at him just when he was about to help him past.

The windbreaker and long hair swaying in the wind, the black cat girl who looked sassy and unrestrained also stared at him blankly, a blush slowly climbed up her delicate little face, she seemed to be fascinated by Ye Jian's handsomeness at that moment.