Quick Wear: My Master is a Drama King

Zhao Ran did not respond to his words. He walked to the girl beside him and comforted her softly, "Girl, it's okay. Don't be afraid."

But the girl didn't appreciate it at all.

She viciously pushed away the defenseless Zhaoran and stared at him with hatred on her tearful face.

"Who asked you to meddle in other people's business? How could you hit my father? Get out of here!"

As she said this, she ran in the direction her father was running.

Because the moment she pushed Zhaoran away, Baijihei suddenly barked at her frantically.

That ferocious look on his face seemed as if he would pounce on her and bite her at any time, and she was so scared that she didn't dare to stay any longer.

As she ran, she thought viciously, How dare you let a dog scare me? I will kill it next time I see it!

Bai Jihei was angry: [How could she be so mean? You helped her, but she turned against you. Damn it! She is just like that...dog, dog bites Lu Dongbin, she doesn't know how to appreciate a good person! ! ]

[Let me catch up and scare her! ! ]

Just as it was gathering strength to rush out, it was stopped.

Zhao Ran called it and said with a faint smile: [Don't go. It is said that there is always something hateful about pitiful people. Besides, what she said is not wrong. Why bother to meddle in other people's business?]

[Good boy! You can even use the allegorical sayings now. You are really smart. ]

Bai Jihei was so overwhelmed by his praise: [Oh...oh...]

The onlookers gradually dispersed when they saw that there was nothing to watch.

Zhao Ran, who was supported by Jing Kong, looked confused. He turned to look at Jing Kong and opened his mouth: "Why is she doing this?"

Jingkong looked at the confused Zhaoran and thought that he was indeed a simple-minded little fox.

How can people be so easy to understand?

He may be very friendly to you one second, and draw his sword against you the next.

He was silent for a while, then said, "It's just a matter of one willing to fight and the other willing to be beaten. Don't take it to heart."

Zhaoran nodded, not quite understanding.

Fortunately, the little fox was carefree and forgot what had happened after a while.

I looked around along the way and happily bought a bunch of little gadgets.

Thanks to him, Jingkong got the clay figurine of the little monk that Zhaoran bought with his money.

He also said that this was his intention.

Jingkong put away the clay figurine and followed behind, shaking his head and thinking, he is indeed a child.

It’s good this way, I’m carefree, I don’t understand anything, and I don’t have to think about anything.

A tall building not far away.

A man in red and wearing a white mask witnessed the whole process.

He tapped the air lightly with his fingertips.

"A monk and a young prince, what an interesting combination."

"dont you agree?"

Xuanyi, who was standing behind him politely, said in a cold voice, "That is Jingkong from the Buddhist sect. I heard that he was shining with golden light when he was born. He has a very high aptitude and is the most likely Buddhist disciple to attain enlightenment. He should not be underestimated."

The man in red raised an eyebrow: "Oh?"

"The favorite disciple of that old bald ass Jingming? How could he be willing to let him go?"

Xuanyi looked at the leader who was not serious at all, lowered his eyelids, and answered seriously: "It may be because of the upcoming martial arts exchange conference."

The red-clothed man curled his lips when he heard this, his dark eyes filled with an indelible coldness: "Exchange conference? Humph."

"How can we, the Demonic Cult, be left out of such a good thing?"

Inn.

"Boss, two rooms please."

Jingkong put the silver on the table.

Zhaoran was wearing newly bought clothes and holding Baijihei and standing beside Jingkong.

The red dress made him look even whiter. The red silk given by the clothing store owner wrapped around his black hair made him look extremely beautiful and seductive, like an androgynous, alluring mermaid.

He raised his right hand to take back the silver, and his sleeves slipped down slightly, revealing faint red marks on his delicate arms from being ravaged by the coarse cloth.

With an indescribable bitterness.

He tilted his head and smiled at Jingkong, trying to use his good looks to bully others: "It's just one room... I'd be scared if I lived alone!"

Jingkong's eyelids twitched, but he ignored it and advised: "I will live next to Zhaoran, so don't be afraid."

"Um..." The boss on the side suddenly spoke.

The two of them looked at him, as if asking what was wrong?

The boss wiped his sweaty forehead and said, "We only have one room left."

Zhaoran's eyes lit up instantly. Ha, let's see what excuses this stinky monk can come up with.

He suppressed the smile on his face and looked at Jingkong, looking like he had gotten something for nothing: "Alas, there is only one room left, what should I do?"

Jingkong looked deeply at Zhaoran, then looked away: "Then let's get a room."

Boss: "Okay, sir, please come this way!"

Before I knew it, the night had become pitch black.

After washing up, Jingkong was about to discuss with Zhaoran about sleeping on the floor tonight, when he walked around the screen, he was suddenly stunned.

For people with great martial arts skills, darkness does not limit them, so they can clearly see everything in front of them.

Under the dim candlelight, the little fox was wearing a thin layer of red gauze that she got from somewhere unknown. The scenery inside was hazy and vague, as if it wanted to speak but could not.

He knelt on the bed obediently, biting his lower lip gently, his eyelashes fluttering like a butterfly, innocent yet charming.

The little fox looked at the monk in a daze and chuckled with interest: "Master Jingkong, the night is short, can you come over~"

Jingkong appeared calm on the surface, but his ears were burning and he couldn't tell what he felt.

It was the first time he had to deal with such a situation, and although he felt a little strange for a moment, he quickly ignored it.

Just as the little fox stood up and prepared to take the initiative, a helpless sigh echoed in the room, just like the helplessness of an elder towards a younger generation.

He thought that as a demon, the little fox obviously did not have the same sense of shame as humans.

Moreover, the little fox had just entered the world and knew nothing about anything.

As his companion, he should teach the little fox not to behave like this in front of outsiders before he goes astray.

As Jingkong thought about this, his eyes gradually became clear.

He ignored the little fox's actions, looked around, took the clothes beside him and handed them to him without looking away: "Donor Zhaoran, it's cold, be careful not to catch a cold, put them on."

Zhaoran: “…” He is such a blockhead, he deserves to be a monk.

He didn't take the clothes, and glared at Jingkong angrily: "You stinky monk, you clearly know what I mean, why are you pretending to be confused? Anyway, it won't harm you or me, why are you resisting so much?

"Why are you so stubborn? Don't you humans say that we should enjoy life while we are alive?"

After a moment of silence, Jingkong asked in confusion: "Why are you looking for me?"

Zhao Ran smiled and said, "Of course it's because you are handsome and have a strong yang energy. You can definitely meet my requirements, and only in this way can you help me recover my demonic power as soon as possible."