Fast-passing sick and tender male god Shura field

Chapter 127 The little white rabbit pampered by the holy monk is the demon king (12)

A redness spread up the neck, and Qi Sheng's heart suddenly beat wildly.

Knowing that this person is a scheming witch, untrustworthy and unapproachable, but uncontrollable delusion, obsession, and greed arise in her heart.

"Uncle, are you jealous?"

The witch's tears were gone as soon as she said they were gone, and she was smiling sweetly and seductively.

"Little uncle, I will abandon the demon and enter Taoism, and join Qingya Mountain, do you think it's okay?"

Qi Sheng's face was flushed, his breathing was messy, and he looked at the demon king's captivating smile. After a long while, he lowered his eyelids, and choked out a few words from his thin lips: "Stop teasing me."

The speaker has no intention, but he always takes it seriously.

"I heard from the owner that spirits are too spicy and not suitable for women. I bought you fruit wine."

His heart was beating violently and chaotically, he didn't dare to stay here any longer and let his inner demons grow, he lowered his eyelashes and said, "I'm going first."

"Wait", the demon king suddenly approached and blew lightly on the little monk's ear.

Qi Sheng trembled all over, raised his head with numbness in his heart, looked at the demon king with a smile on his lips in shock and confusion, and said incoherently: "You...you..."

"I want to drink, but this wine jar is too big to fit into the cage, what should I do?" Nan Xian blinked innocently, as if he had done nothing just now.

I forgot to consider this layer when buying wine.

Qi Sheng blushed, "I'll bring a porcelain bowl tomorrow."

"But I want to drink today." The demon king's light-white fingertips twirled on the mud seal of the wine jar.

Qi Sheng frowned: "Okay, then wait for me for a while, I'll be right back."

Nan Xian grabbed his sleeve: "It's so troublesome to go back and forth, I have a solution", and said with a smile: "Young Master Uncle holds me in your hands and you can drink."

Qixi, who had been pretending to be dead, couldn't help but pop up: [Host 666! 】

[Host, when did your provocative skills become so strong?Did you go to Lanxiang? 】

Nan Xian: "In the world of the top entertainment industry, you don't think I'm playing soy sauce in the major film crews, do you? Anyway, your sister Xian's acting skills are also award-winning!"

[Yo-yo, yo-yo, sister Xian, you are more yo-yo than a yo-yo! 】

Nan Xian didn't have the time to pay attention to it now, so Jingui said with disgust, "Go on pretending to be dead, don't show up suddenly and scare me."

Qixi: ...

"No, I can't." Ji Sheng caught a glimpse of the tender white hands on the sleeves, his heart seemed to be held by something, and he felt uncomfortable and palpitations, "A man and a woman can't kiss each other."

As soon as he remembered the image of her drinking in his palm, Qi Sheng felt like his heart was about to explode. This feeling was like being sick but being told by a doctor that there was no cure.

"I knew that my uncle would not agree." The demon king withdrew his hand, unable to hide his disappointment: "Thank you for the wine, it's getting late, so I won't disturb my rest.

Little Master Zeyang will come tomorrow, and I will ask him to bring me a porcelain bowl. "

Hearing this, Ji Sheng's fingers hidden in his sleeves slowly clenched tightly. It's not enough for her to seduce him alone, should she also seduce Ze Yang?
Nan Xian slowly twisted a piece of sauced beef into his mouth.

From the corner of his eye, he saw that Ji Sheng was still standing motionless in front of the prison, the corners of his mouth were lightly hooked and then pressed down very quickly, and he asked strangely, "Young master still not leaving?"

Looking down at the demon king's heartless look, Qi Sheng felt so angry that his heart ached, but he couldn't express the paranoid thoughts that had grown up in his heart at some point.

He could only press his thin lips, and squatted down again without saying a word: "Stretch out your hand."

It was the first time Nanxian saw him face down, and obediently stretched out his hand.

"Two", the handsome little uncle stared at the slender and tender hand of the demon king, how many times this hand made his heart beat out of control in his dreams, and he gasped in a low voice.

In the other hand, he held a freshly torn chicken leg, which was oily, and the most meaty part of the chicken leg had just been bitten.

The demon king looked at him with an innocent expression, his ruddy lips were as moist as honey.

The anger in Qi Sheng's heart dissipated instantly when he saw her cute expression, and he even thought of rubbing his lips.

Fearing that his eyes would reveal his emotions, he quickly lowered his eyes, pretending to be calm and said: "Finish the food first."

Nan Xian suppressed the smile on his lips, secretly said that the aggressive method in the 36 tricks was indeed a good thing, obediently finished eating the chicken legs, and then stretched out his hand again.

Qi Sheng picked up the wine jar, first poured some wine into the woman's white and tender palm: "Wash your hands first."

Nan Xian already knew what he was going to do, so he obediently washed his hands with fruit wine, then closed his palms to catch the amber plum wine.

The scent of sweet and sour wine from green plums wafted out, and the smell made people intoxicated. Nan Xian lowered his head and drank a small handful of viscous wine, feeling a little smoky and slightly drunk.

The plum wine brewed in ancient times was slightly different from the one she drank in her previous life. It was fruity and sweet, and it was richer, more delicious and stronger than the modern plum wine.

Unknowingly, Qi Sheng poured half of the jar of fruit wine, frowning slightly: "Although it is fruit wine, it is not suitable to drink too much."

The demon king blushed, and stretched out his hand to grab his hand: "Uncle, I'm not drunk, this wine can't be kept, it will go bad tomorrow, I'll finish it today.

In case tomorrow... I still have to find someone to take the porcelain bowl. "

Qi Sheng, who had never drank alcohol, had no idea that the wine would become more mellow as he put it in, so he was so fooled by Nan Xian that he had to continue pouring it for her with a frown.

The demon king took one cup after another, like an alcoholic. Gentleman.

Looking at the empty wine jar, Qi Sheng heaved a sigh of relief, guessing that it was getting late, he planned to take the empty wine jar away and throw it down the cliff.

Unexpectedly, before he got up, the monk's clothes were grabbed by the drunken demon king, and he caught off guard and kissed the other's soft lips, sweet and sour, with the fragrance of green plum wine.

It is also very soft, like a lotus kiss in a dream.

The monk's robe on his chest was twisted and wrinkled, and Qi Sheng's heart seemed to be split by a giant blade, wrinkling countless cracks.

The liquor of green plum wine was poured in, and one person's intoxication became two people's lingering.

Nan Xian is half awake and half drunk, all she knows is that this is the so-called "time, place, and harmony" in love TV dramas, and if she doesn't take advantage of the strength of alcohol, she won't be a qualified romance heroine.

After kissing for an unknown amount of time, both of them breathed a little unevenly. Nan Xian opened his eyes, and what he saw were two thick eyelashes fluttering violently like butterfly wings.

The ends of the eyes were wet and red, and a small black mole half an inch below the left eye was red like blood.

After a while, those eyes opened mistyly, joy mixed with pain.

Breaking two precepts in a row: drinking and sex.

The gossip in Chuiliu Town soon spread to Qingya Mountain.

The young head didn't believe that his junior brother would buy wine and meat in Weeping Liu Town, but the people at the foot of the mountain spoke eloquently, and even drew a detailed description of the nine-twist chain lock.

"Junior brother!" Qingya Mountain's sect head pushed open Qisheng's room.

The house was empty.

He searched for a long time, and finally saw his junior brother in the ancestral hall behind Qingya Mountain.

Qingrun's obedient junior brother knelt on the yellow futon, weeping convulsively, there was a copper basin on the ground, and what was swallowed by the flames was not stacks of paper money, but rice paper.

　Thanks to my family for riding my beloved scooter and the monthly ticket cast by Dayuanzhong (*▽*)
　　
　
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