Fast-passing sick and tender male god Shura field

Chapter 121 The little white rabbit pampered by the holy monk is the demon king (6)

The moment the head of Qingya Mountain who was in a state of desperation heard Ji Sheng's voice, his expression calmly changed, and he turned around calmly: "Junior brother, what's wrong with you?"

Shi Sheng pursed his lips in embarrassment.

The senior brother's eyes were like scorching sunlight, piercing through the cracks in the rocks, and shining on him who was hiding under the jagged rocks.

There is nowhere to hide.

All protective layers were melted by the scorching sun, and he was terrified and ashamed.

"Junior brother, what happened? Your face is so ugly?"

The headmaster looked at the blue shadow under the younger brother's eyes, took a few steps forward and asked worriedly: "Did you sleep well last night?"

His junior brother has always been very easy to fall asleep, has a regular schedule, and his complexion is very good in the past, only once, his junior brother's complexion was as pale as today, his eyes were swollen, and he lost his mind.

That was the second day after the last head of Qingya Mountain - their master drove the crane west.

"Brother, have you ever had a spring dream?"

As soon as this remark came out, the study room was deathly silent.

About 21 and [-] years old, the head of the sect had a constipated expression, and was stunned for a while, looking at his handsome junior, he found his own voice: "What dream?"

Qi Sheng's face flushed red, and his earlobes were as red as drops of blood.

"Junior brother, are you having a spring dream?" The young sect leader grabbed the little junior brother's shoulders in disbelief: "Is it true?"

Qi Sheng is the most incapable of lying, he turned his eyes away in a panic, silent and ashamed.

"Junior Brother, you have grown up! Hahahahaha!"

The head of the youth laughed loudly, patted the next student's tense shoulders, and winked teasingly: "Don't be nervous, this is a normal physiological reaction.

Not only did the brother do it, he thought he had peed when he woke up.

Although we are cultivating in Qingya Mountain, we are not eunuchs with broken roots, we are men." Moving his eyes down, the senior brother in charge gave an inexplicable smile.

"Junior Brother, did you wash the sheets this morning?"

It was said that Qi Sheng was bleeding from the root of his ear, so he was far away from this senior brother who was sometimes reliable and sometimes unreliable.

The head of the youth just thought it was funny, knowing that this junior brother was thin-skinned, he must be so ashamed at the moment, so he managed to hold back his laughter: "Junior brother, the elder brother is the father, so there is nothing embarrassing about telling senior brother these things.

Come tell me, who is that person in my dream?What have you done? "

Qi Sheng was so frightened that he ran away.

Back at the residence, Qi Sheng still had a blush on his face, especially when he saw the bed sheets drying on the bamboo poles in the yard, he was so ashamed that he wanted to get into the cracks in the ground.

Holding Bai Guaiguai, he sat on the wicker chair in the yard talking to himself while feeding the rabbit all afternoon.

Don't be afraid to overwhelm the rabbit!
"Hey, did you see the demon king last night? Is it really my spring dream? But it's too real. When I woke up, my mouth still hurt a little.

Did I bite it myself?
Hey, if you saw the demon king yesterday, you would eat a timothy grass, if you didn't see it, you wouldn't eat it, let's start."

Qi Shengxiu's white fingers were particularly cold and white against the green grass.

But no matter how he brought the timothy grass to Tutu's mouth, Tutu just didn't open his mouth, and he didn't know if it was his illusion.

He actually felt that Bai obediently despised him.

The little monk in white clothes withdrew his hand resentfully, and murmured in a low voice: "It's really a dream, as long as it's a dream, as long as it's a dream..."

Nan Xian fell asleep amid the gentle whispers of the drizzle and autumn wind. When she woke up, the sun was setting and she was the only one left on the rattan chair.

A small brown blanket was thoughtfully covered on the white soft rabbit fur.

Oops!

Forgot to go back to the Primarch!

After practicing the Xingchen Blue Ice Kung Fu, Nanxian can now gradually turn the demon pill of the former demon king into his own use.

But that demon pill is like a snow mountain that has been frozen for thousands of years. She needs to melt the surface snow a little bit to extract the demon power from it, and the process is long.

Although it is not easy to melt the demon core, she has benefited a lot from the demon power absorbed from the demon core. For example, now, she can use the demon power to intimidate and summon the same kind of people, and get into the opponent's body.

Nan Xian returned to the dungeon and found that Qi Sheng hadn't left yet.

"Little Martial Uncle seems to have recited the scriptures a few times more today." Nan Xian smiled at the figure in the darkness: "Could it be that Junior Martial Uncle is reluctant to part with me and recited it a few times on purpose?"

The voice of the woman gently kneading and slowly twisting is like slowly undulating strings.

Qi Sheng seemed to have become the string, throbbing so that the tip of his heart trembled slightly.

With pomelo-red lips, the clear voice was low and somewhat hoarse: "I won't be coming tomorrow, a new disciple will come to transform the power of the demon core in your body."

"Oh", the demon king replied casually, and asked again: "Is he a handsome little monk like you?"

For some reason, Ji Sheng felt a little blocked when he heard this.

Doesn't she miss him?
Hearing that he won't come again, just say oh, and then it's gone?

He stood up with a muffled nasal voice, his legs felt a little numb and sore, but he endured it, and said in an old-fashioned and righteous way: "Zeyang is a good disciple, don't seduce people indiscriminately."

Nan Xian couldn't help laughing out loud, and sighed: "The little uncle doesn't care about me anymore, and he still wants to reprimand me, so ruthless.

Since the little uncle won't let me go, then don't bother with me anymore.

If that little master Zeyang is as powerful as my little uncle, I, a demon king with low mana, can't be seduced, and I can't even get out of this trapped demon cage now~"

Zeyang has fully comprehended and penetrated the Star Blue Ice Kung Fu.

After listening to the other party, Qi Sheng silently recited a long series of scriptures.

Wei Bucha nodded: "That's right, tomorrow you go to the dungeon where the demon king is imprisoned, and the uncle wants to remind you a few words."

Zeyang sat cross-legged, hearing the words, with an appearance of concentrating on being taught, and looked at the handsome uncle respectfully and adoringly: "Zeyang is all ears."

"First, the demon king is full of tricks, don't talk to her too much."

"Second, before going to sleep, you should recite the Qingxin formula several times a day to get rid of distracting thoughts, and don't dream randomly—"

With reddish ears, Qi Sheng coughed twice and said, "If... if you dream of someone who is unimaginable and impossible to dream of, you must wake up immediately."

Zeyang was puzzled: "Uncle Shi, who is the person who is impossible to dream of?"

The little monk looked at his uncle's face blushing a little bit, and felt even weirder in his heart. He couldn't help guessing: "Could it be the demon king?"

He heard that there are many weird dream magic in the demon world.

"No!" After refuting, Qi Sheng fell silent for a while, blushing under Ze Yang's puzzled gaze, and said righteously: "You just need to remember the two points my uncle told you."

Zeyang was taken aback by his uncle's sudden eagerness, and nodded solemnly: "Uncle Qisheng, I will remember."

After Ze Yang left, Qi Sheng's whole body was like a sponge that had been drained of water, as if all his strength had been removed, his heart was at war with heaven and man, and he was extremely upset.

He lied, for the first time in his life.

But he didn't regret it.

At night, he didn't dare to open his eyes, but there was a faint expectation in his heart, and that kind of expectation made him feel like something was scratching his heart.

It was ashamed, and it made his heart pound.

"Hey, what's the matter with you recently?"

The hand that was holding the white rabbit was long and white, with clean manicured nails, and he pulled Bai Guaiguai out of his shirt, scratching his knuckles in the soft white rabbit fur.

(End of this chapter)