Quick wear: The male god runs quickly, the scourge is coming

Chapter 418 The demon girl is here, the monk runs quickly 17
The monk, who was afraid that Jin Ge would ruin his practice, quickly flicked the beads, "Amitabha, don't embarrass the poor monk."

Supporting the bed with both hands, Jin Ge gave him a thud on the edge of the bed, and said with a coquettish smile, "Embarrassment? Okay, I won't make it difficult for you this time, if you answer my question without any concealment, I won't make it difficult for you. "

Knowing that Jin Ge won't let her go easily, Jikong can only hope that he won't embarrass herself after answering her questions.

"Whatever Jin Ge's benefactor wants to ask, monks don't lie, as long as the poor monk can answer it, he will tell the truth."

Jin Ge chuckled, and gently placed his soft and boneless hand on his heart, and as the heartbeat beat, Ji Kong's body froze, subconsciously wanting to dodge, but he couldn't dodge.

"Jinge benefactor, can you get up first and then ask the poor monk questions?"

"No way, little master Jikong, I really like this posture, it's very ambiguous, and the little girl is very happy in her heart."

His face was blushed because of Jin Ge's uncontrollable words, to prevent his thoughts from flying away, he hurriedly recited sutras in his heart, emptiness is form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, form is emptiness.

Knowing that he was fascinated by her, Jin Ge's smile deepened, her cheeks were flushed, and she stared at him with watery eyes, "Little Master Jikong, do you have a place for me in your heart? , did you dream about me?"

Jikong stared fiercely at Shang Jinge's smiling eyes. Under the candlelight, the rouge on his lips was flushed red, bright and beautiful, and shy. He was captured by his soul, and he couldn't help but think back to the scene he always dreamed of these days .

These days, he can always dream of her dressed in red. When he recites scriptures, she holds a small mirror and chants with him. When he reads a scripture, she will narcissistically praise her prosperity and beauty. She would smile charmingly at him with her chin resting on her cheeks, and even push him down and kiss him secretly. When she was sleeping, she would curl up and lie beside him with her tender body.

Can't think about it anymore, that's wrong.

Ji Kong lowered his eyelids, "The poor monk only has Buddha in his heart, and there is no benefactor, and the poor monk has never dreamed of the benefactor, can the benefactor get up?"

Little monk, you lied, and the lying monk will be punished by the goblin.

A bright smile appeared on the corner of Jin Ge's mouth, and the smile bloomed like a flower bud bit by bit, "Little Master Jikong, this time, you really broke the precept."

Yun Mou stared at his flustered eyes without blinking, and said word by word: "You are lying."

The thought that was tightly buried in her heart was exposed to the sunlight by her, Ji Kong panicked, pushed the person away violently, and stood up hastily.

"Don't make fun of the poor monk."

"Are you kidding? Are you kidding me?" Singer Jin stretched out and pulled the monk who had just escaped onto the bed, and fell on top of him, "Little Master Jikong, how dare you swear to your Buddha that your answer just now was not a lie ?”

Jin Ge's delicate fragrance permeated the surrounding air, lingering in her breath, her words circling in her mind, again and again, without stopping.

"Poor...poor monk..."

He was a poor monk for a long time and couldn't say anything to refute.

Jin Ge stroked his pretty face with a light smile, "Little Master Ji Kong, the worst thing is love, you hit my hand."

Ji Kong's lips twitched, and when he wanted to say something, Jin Ge kissed the corner of his mouth and stood up.

I don't know why all of a sudden, he felt a little bit reluctant, and he didn't want to let the warm, fragrant and nephrite person leave his arms.

(End of this chapter)