Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

Every time, martial uncle would wait until that specific time, probably when everyone in the temple had just finished breakfast, he would turn around and leave, but there was a special case.

If it snowed that morning, my martial uncle would not come.

Yuanzhi guessed that martial uncle knew that the man he was waiting for came on a morning when it didn't snow. It's not surprising that such a man with accomplishments as martial uncle could calculate this.

Knowing that the martial uncle couldn't answer himself, Yuan Zhi lowered his head to sweep the snow and asked this sentence, so that the indifferent voice rang for a long time before he realized that he had suddenly stopped sweeping the snow.

"Teacher Martial uncle, you You Are you just talking to me? " Yuanzhi clenched the broom in his hand, his face turned red, and his round eyes seemed to be excited with light.

Gray monk did not speak, his eyes still fell on the direction of the mountain, motionless, there is a slight sound on the tree, do not know what shakes down a little snow, the snow fell on his shoulder.

But he didn't reach for the snow on his shoulder.

Yuanzhi held the broom for a long time, and his excitement finally calmed down. He lowered his head again and continued to sweep the snow, but with a bright mood in his eyes, he recalled the voice he had just heard.

There is no mood ups and downs, but as bright as his mood at the moment, the indifferent voice said: "come soon, she will come today."

Yuanzhi sweeps snow very slowly today, because he is also waiting for the man waiting for martial uncle.

Inexplicably, he just believed that the man he was waiting for would come today.

Seeing that it was time for everyone to finish breakfast, Yuanzhi had already swept away the snow, leaving only a small area at his feet. What he was dawdling about was that he didn't sweep away this point, and his eyes were always on the direction of the foot of the mountain.

However, until this time, no one came up in the direction of the mountain.

Yuanzhi was a little worried when he waited. He thought, can't martial uncle wait for anyone today?

But when Yu Guang glanced under the tree, he widened his eyes and stammered: "teacher Martial uncle, you On your head

However, his voice was late, or it startled the little guy in the tree. The monk in grey stood still. The wolf, who was lying on the tree and moving slowly down, suddenly showed his teeth and jumped down.

It seems that she wants to jump on the head of the monk in grey under the tree. It's better to bite a blood hole according to the monk's head, so that she won't be hungry.

But little wolf didn't expect that the monk, who looked unprepared under the tree, suddenly raised his head, stretched out his hand and just hugged her.

The smell of sandalwood mixed with cold fragrance is not meat fragrance.

"Martial uncle, is the wolf hungry? But it's the first time for white wolf to see it, and How can such a small wolf come out alone to look for food? You've climbed up such a high tree, martial uncle. Haven't you been hurt? " Yuanzhi doesn't care about the little snow at his feet.

He lost his broom and ran to the monk in grey and asked repeatedly.

The monk in grey held the wolf in his arms. He didn't lift his head or answer him. He just hugged the wolf in his arms, who was struggling and crying, with a bright smile on his eyes and brows.

He said, "when my name is Qing, what's your name? "Xuan er?"

Yuan Zhi was in the same place, until Shen Qing came into the temple with little white wolf in his arms. A mass of snow fell from the tree and hit him on his bare head.