Love from the Male Protagonist’s Harem

The sound of Qinxian's bell rang a few times and then disappeared.

Chu Yi's voice was soft, and he asked back if nothing had happened: "What is the wake-up bell?"

Xia Ge: "...nothing."

Chu Yi smiled softly: "The dream is not over yet, what is your elder brother anxiously?"-Brother really wants this dream to end soon?

At all, is there no reluctance?

Chu Yi's eyebrows were dark, but her voice was still gentle.

No hurry, just want to get out quickly.

Xia Ge didn't notice the dark thoughts in Chu Yi's heart, but was very pragmatic.

The entrance to Baimeng Cave is a vast sea of ​​clouds that can't be seen. It seems impossible to go out. Xia Ge thought for a while, and carried Chu Yi on his back: "Let's go and take a look elsewhere."

But where else is Xia Ge, there is no score.

If you return the same way, you will go back to the place where the scorpion was cut into eight petals, and it will take a long time. When you go there, it is estimated that the scorpion has recovered more than half of its injuries, and it won't be okay.

Xia Ge sighed in the bottom of her heart.

This kind of head-covered, confused and intangible feeling is really terrible.

Chu Yi gently asked her to carry it on her back, and asked, "Where are you going, brother?"

Like many, many years ago.

Xia Ge whispered, "I don't know where to go."

Chu Yi was silent for a while, her arms tightened slightly, and her voice was soft, "...Both brother can go wherever he goes."

As long as you are there.

——Only you and me, the two are here.

It doesn't matter where it is.

As long as you are with you, the wanderings of the ends of the world are romantic, and the anxiety of volcanic purgatory is also warm.

——I can’t forgive you.

——But I can still love you.

Even if it doesn't matter whether it's life or death.

Who knows that Xia Ge hasn't taken two steps yet.

The sea of ​​clouds outside suddenly stirred up a gust of wind.

The wind was very strong, Xia Ge staggered twice with Chu Yi on his back, and looked back subconsciously, but suddenly opened his eyes.

The sea of ​​clouds that had been surging disappeared, and replaced by a mighty illusion.

Xia Ge is also used to changing things.

Bai Meng acupoint, it's strange that it doesn't change.

Just slowly seeing what it has become, Xia Ge is not so calm.

It was an icy temple, and from the cold clouds and mist, there was a bit of coldness, less than a bowl of moonlight.

Slowly, the moonlight disappeared.

It was replaced by pouring rain.

Wow, wow, wow.

The ragged child hugged his knees and squatted under the eaves of the leaky temple. The old plaque was slanted and slanted, as if it would fall off without knowing when, the gold letters on it were corroded and blurred. People come to fix it.

Temple of Rain.

It is a scene that is familiar to a little strange.

Chu Yi felt Xia Ge's body stiff, and she subconsciously asked, "What's wrong?"

Yes... Chu Yi can't see it.

This should be Bai Mengxue, a memory for her.

Xia Ge paused for a while and smiled softly.

"It's nothing, just this time..." she whispered, "It's my brother's turn to dream."

She raised her eyes and looked at the child who hugged her knees, squatted under the eaves, staring blankly at the rain falling into the puddle.

Yes... Xia Wuyin.

It's herself.

"Brother is sad." Chu Yi's voice was soft, in her ear, "What are you sad about?"

What are you sad about?

The child in the picture stood up slowly, her black hair was wet, and her face was dirty. She could not tell whether it was a male or a female. She stood up, and the broken door was pushed open by her. It seemed that she had exerted too much force. The door pushed better than she thought, and she staggered twice and fell into the rainy temple that was leaking everywhere.

She fell on her knees on the uneven brick floor. She had no strength anymore. She lay on the ground and took a sigh of relief. It took a long time to slowly get up from the ground, but she was still kneeling, raising her eyes to see being placed upright. The **** of rain in the middle.

The goddess of rain wears a poncho, wearing a hat, holding a clean bottle in one hand, and a willow branch in the other, with a kind eyebrow, but the age is too old, some places are peeling, and no one comes to repair it. The golden body looks very Mottled, and the top of her head is still leaking rain, but it has confirmed her title of rain **** empress.

Therefore, naturally there is no tribute to steal.

The child stared at her blankly for a while, then slowly, knelt and crawled under the empty altar table, shrank his body into a ball, shrank under the feet of the Rain God Empress, and slowly closed his eyes.

"...Thinking." Xia Ge muttered as she looked at the child who closed his eyes under the altar, "Why is it so difficult to live at that time."

In fact, it turns out that it is not difficult.

It's just that it was really, so sad.

It was like carrying a heavy burden on his back and moving forward with a heavy load.

It seemed to be painful to live, she was carrying a person's life on her back.

But to live is to redeem again, because that is a promise.

Chu Yi paused.

Reached out and gently blindfolded Xia Ge's eyes.

The sight of the Rain Temple no longer appeared in front of him, and Chu Yi's voice was soft, "It's not difficult."

Xia Ge was silent for a while and smiled slightly, "Well, it's not difficult."

She lowered her blindfolded hand slowly, and she paused, staring at the mottled rain **** statue, "Maybe...on the nine heavens, there really is a god."

Although a long time has passed.

But that night, the gentle silky ribbons were like a dream, and there was a table full of tributes, like the gentle gift of the rain god, so that she could still do it when she was lonely, and she would never forget it.

Xia Ge glanced at the illusion of the Rain Temple for the last time, and when he was about to turn around and leave, he saw an incredible sight.

Her feet stopped.

On the gloomy rainy night, the shadow of the black hat appeared.

Thunder and lightning.

After the man came in in a black cloak, he gently closed the temple for the child and was pushed aside, but he had no strength to shut the door, blocking the torrential rain outside.

But the rain in the temple was also leaking, and he slowly approached the child who was sheltering from the rain under the altar. Kneeling down, she stretched out her white hands from the black cloak, gently stroked her forehead, and squeezed her hair held together by the rain.

The child slept very heavily, and the days of rushing and running made her tired to the point that she didn't even have the strength to open her eyes.

--Who are you? !

Xia Ge outside the fantasy world opened his eyes wide.

The man in the black cloak paused, got up, slowly took out some tributes from his sleeves and put them on the table, then worshipped the rain god, and finally took the tired child out of the altar, bowed his head and kissed her. Forehead.

She found a place not leaking rain, hugged the child, and let her snuggle in her arms.

So gentle.

Until the horizon, the fish belly gradually lit up.

The man in the cloak paused, as if reluctant to give up, but in the end he gently put the child back under the altar, then opened the closed door and walked away slowly.

The showers outside the door will cease, and the warm morning sun will shed from the sky, accompanied by the rainbow-like glow of the sky.

The man in the cloak is gone, everything is just as it was last night.

The child opened his sleepy eyes mistily, got up slowly, and became weak all over. She raised her eyes and looked at the sunlight shining from the dilapidated window and the water reflecting the sunlight on the ground, tilting her head.

Had a very warm dream.

I dreamt of a very warm person.

In the dream, it was raining all over the sky last night, but there was that person in the dream, and it seemed that even the rain was gentle.

What a good dream.

——So today, where should I find food?

Suddenly, she felt something was wrong.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at the reflection in the stagnant water, which was the shadow of the altar behind her, with steamed buns and various fruits on it.

And the compassionate and gentle smile of the rain god.

She turned her head stiffly.

Not a mirage, but a real tribute.

Although Xia Ge is a materialist.

But that's her in this **** world.

For the first time, I believe there are gods in the world.