Fast-passing sick and tender male god Shura field

Chapter 126 The little white rabbit pampered by the holy monk is the demon king (11)

"I'm walking around", Qi Sheng's eyes fluttered, because the ears were a little red because of lying.

The disciples did not doubt that there was him, but the current student uncle had never been down the mountain, and was surprised by the prosperity down the mountain, but they were not at ease to let the uncle go alone.

"Let Xuanmiao and Xuanchong go with Master Uncle?" said an older disciple.

"No, I want to walk alone," Qi Sheng said quickly.

Several disciples looked at each other.

Qi Sheng said again: "I had already seen the terrain clearly when I came here, I will go back to Qingya Mountain directly after walking around the street, you don't have to wait for me."

Seeing that the uncle insisted on this, several disciples couldn't resist too much, and finally watched helplessly as the gentle and handsome uncle blended into the crowd.

Qi Sheng looks pretty, and ordinary people in Weeping Willow Town have never seen such a handsome man who looks like he walked out of a storybook. Along the way, many eyes are glued to him like cockleburs.

These staring gazes made Ji Sheng's face turn red with embarrassment.

Junbai's face seemed to be covered with clouds, and a young monk was three points more beautiful than the bean curd Xi Shi at the east end of Weeping Liu Town.

The owner of the roast chicken shop was stunned, and for a moment he couldn't hear what Ji Sheng said, so he murmured back and asked with a grin, "Does little master want to buy roast chicken?"

"Well," Ji Sheng's face was on fire: "One roast chicken", after finishing speaking, he felt that it seemed a bit small, and he couldn't go down the mountain often, so he changed his words: "Two, two roast chickens."

The boss quickly wrapped the two roasted chickens in oiled paper, and took the money with a smile on his face: "Come again next time!"

Qi Sheng bought roast chicken and two catties of sauced beef, and went to the restaurant to buy a jar of plum fruit wine. When he walked out of the restaurant, the eyes on him increased.

He has good hearing and can hear others talking.

"This is a monk from Qingya Mountain, right? Didn't you say that Qingya Mountain abstains from meat and alcohol? This monk is all drunk with meat and wine. If word spreads, will he be expelled from Qingya Mountain?"

"I have lived in Weeping Willow Town for decades, and I have met the disciples on Qingya Mountain. I have never seen such a handsome young monk, as bright as the bright moon that day!"

"If this is done, I'm afraid the threshold will be broken by the matchmaker!"

"Little master, are you a disciple of Mount Qingya?"

"Little master, don't ignore people. My father is a member of the Huang family in the town. His family is well-off. If you return to the secular world and marry me, I promise you to eat meat and drink every day." The woman threw the handkerchief on Qi Sheng.

The social-phobic junior junior uncle turned pale with fright, and ran away.

"Oh, why did you run away?"

The little ladies in the town exclaimed, and hurriedly chased after him, throwing sachets, flowers, and handkerchiefs at the young monk who was fleeing in front of him like money.

The people behind didn't know what these people were chasing after, but with so many people chasing and running, there must be something good, so they also joined the team, and half of the people in Weeping Willow Town were chasing the students.

At the gate of Qingya Mountain, Qi Sheng glanced back with lingering fear.

Cold sweat broke out on her beautiful forehead.

The world under the mountain is too scary!

With a wave of his hand in the air, a golden light went from far to near, and finally shrank to the size of a key, falling on his palm.

On the other side, the people in Weeping Willow Town were surprised to see the golden fence that appeared out of nowhere and blocked the way suddenly disappeared out of nowhere.

After the crowd dissipated, the matter was spread in the town with extra details.

Qi Sheng avoided the disciples guarding the mountain, entered Qingya Mountain through another steep mountain road, and went straight to the forbidden cave where the demon king was imprisoned.

It wasn't until evening that when he saw Zeyang walking out of the forbidden cave, Shi Shiran emerged from the bushes, patted grass clippings, and stepped into the cave.

As soon as he stepped into the cave, Qi Sheng frowned.

There is more of a monster inside.

He walked a little faster, and heard the demon king lazily saying: "Why are you here again?"

Period students stagnate.

After being silent for a while, Nan Xian sensed that something was wrong. Looking over with her beautiful eyes, she saw that Ji Chang was standing tall in the darkness, holding an oiled paper bag and a wine jar in his hands.

Neither of them spoke, their long eyelashes drooped slightly, they walked over, half squatted and said without raising their heads: "I brought you wine and meat."

"Where did you get these?" Nan Xian stared at the hand that unwrapped the oil-paper wrap, slender and white.

Qi Sheng didn't say a word, his thin lips were tightly pursed.

The sauced beef and roast chicken in the oiled paper bag exuded a strong meaty aroma, and he covered them with spiritual power every once in a while, the chicken and beef slices were still warm.

Before the wine entered her throat, Nan Xian felt her abdominal cavity was on fire, and her hot heart was beating. She held her chin and smiled slightly: "Little uncle, how do you want me to repay you?"

She knew how difficult it was for him to get these things, and he might have to face the eyes of many people criticizing and condemning him. He was so thin-skinned that he would turn red when he blew lightly on him.

I don't know how much determination and courage it took to get these wine and meat.

"You don't need to repay me," Qi Sheng said in a nasal voice, and the end of his eyes suddenly turned red.

"Oh, my little uncle said that I want to make a promise with my body." Nan Xian stretched out his hand to hook the little monk's chin, but the teasing in his eyes gradually disappeared when he saw Qi Sheng's wet red eyes.

She always knew that Qi Sheng was a beautiful little monk.

Unexpectedly, the little monk had a pair of eyes that could shed tears. When he was wronged, the red eyes accumulated mist, like dewdrops falling on the cherry blossoms in spring, and the mist was red.

"Why are you crying?"

Wiping away the cold tears at the end of his eyes with his fingertips, Nan Xian thought that he might have been made things difficult when he bought these wine and meat, and asked softly: "Who was bullied? I will teach you a lesson!"

Qi Sheng glared at her resentfully, slapped her hand away moist with tears, and stuffed the oiled paper bag into her hand.

"Do you want to eat it or not? If not, return it to me, and I'll throw it down the cliff! You don't need to find Zeyang to throw something!"

Nan Xian instantly understood that Qi Sheng was blaming her for the "meeting gift" she gave Ze Yang, she lowered her head, and after a while, a soft sobbing sound came to Qi Sheng's eardrums, making him startled.

"You... why are you crying?"

The two of them seemed to have reversed their identities, and Qi Sheng looked at her helplessly, his heart seemed to have been beaten up, causing ripples in circles.

Nan Xian raised her eyes with tears in her eyes, and complained: "Since you don't want to ferry me over, why should I keep those things?"

Qi Sheng felt a pain in his heart, seeing her crying more and more fiercely, he was so anxious that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet, and he didn't know how to coax him: "Don't cry, it's my fault, I shouldn't be jealous of Zeyang."

He was holding the sauced beef and roast chicken in a state of confusion, his handsome face was at a loss: "Don't cry, it will attract people, can you eat something? I was wrong."

"Why are you jealous of Zeyang?" Nan Xian looked at him aggrieved and sobbing.

Qi Sheng was taken aback.

What is he jealous of Zeyang?
The woman is obviously the demon king, but the pure eyes make him invisible, he stuttered and said vaguely: "I'm jealous of you telling stories to Zeyang."

"I didn't tell him a story." Nan Xian looked him in the eyes and paused word by word: "I only told you a story."

(End of this chapter)