Shit shovel officer he always collapses [Quick Transmigration]

Seeing the pitiful look of the person below him clenching his teeth, the holy monk chuckled, and opened his mouth to bite his chin.

Jiang Zuo's eyes were red, and he resisted the wave after wave of tides hitting his body, imagining that he was a helpless and helpless dead salted fish in the sea.

The wound on the monk's waist burst open, and the dark red blood seeped through the bandaged cloth and dripped down slowly drop by drop, "tick", "tick", and fell heavily on the back of Jiang Zuo's immobile hand superior.

The sticky skin that fell on the thin skin on the back of the hand was scalding hot, making the fingertips tremble slightly.

Jiang Zuo lowered his eyes, seeing that the dog forced the holy monk to bleed, he was overjoyed, and reminded him aloud: "... um... you... bleed... no more... um... stop... you have to... die It's..."

The holy monk turned a deaf ear, his eyes were slightly red, and he showed a ghostly and alluring smile at Jiang Zuo.

The hot blood that fell on the back of the hand seemed to be drained, and the "tick" kept flowing.

Jiang Zuo, who didn't know when he passed out, was pressed and tossed all night.

Jiang Zuo didn't wake up from this coma until noon the next day.

With scars all over his body, Jiang Zuosheng lay on his back helplessly on the bed, drooping his eyes and swallowed bitter tears:... dog man, the shame and humiliation he suffered last night... I must repay you twice today! ! !

362, who had been blocked from the exciting scenes all the way due to being a minor, was stunned: Last night? !Seven feet big tits?Saint monk? ! !Where? ! ! !

Jiang Zuo said indifferently: "..." Please die, thank you.

362 is really very curious, in order to hear the host's first-hand report, it is rare to be cute and sent a kaomoji: share it, don't be stingy (*ˉ︶ˉ*)

Jiang Zuo was not moved at all: ... I am a man with a hard heart, if I am sensible, I will get out of here quickly.

Jiang Zuo, who had been tossed all night, limply on the bed.Probably the holy monk cleaned it up for me when I was drowsy. After a night of tossing and tossing, my body is very refreshed now, but the traces of bruises are still stubbornly left on the skin, and there are several spots on the side of the neck and shoulders With scabbed teeth marks, Jiang Zuo flattened his mouth, telling himself to be strong and not to cry.

Biting his lower lip tightly, Jiang Zuo tapped 362 and asked: 2, what is the current situation of the side mission?Can I leave this world immediately as long as I find out the murderer?

Didn't hear the host's description of the crispy duck incident last night, 362 was a little unhappy, flipped through the interface of the side mission, and replied sullenly: According to the requirements of the side mission, the host just needs to find the murderer of the temple murder case Yes, but it should be noted that this time there is only one chance, and finding the wrong murderer will directly count as a mission failure. In that case... the host will really not be able to return to the real world.

Jiang Zuo was stunned, thinking of the man in black whose neck was twisted to death last night: But the murderer...wasn't the dog forced the holy monk to twist his neck and kill him last night?

362 glanced at the murderer's living status displayed on the task panel, and replied: No, the real murderer is still alive.

Jiang Zuo frowned, realizing that things were not simple.

If the person last night was not the murderer, could it be that it was just an ordinary assassination? !

Jiang Zuo hates iron but not steel: ...The quality of the bullshit killer is so poor! !It's fine if you don't kill the dog to force the holy monk, but even got me to be———! ! !

Thinking of how he was forced to come and go like this after becoming a human last night, Jiang Zuo couldn't calm down: Please contact the delivery merchant, I want to give a bad review.

Jiang Zuo, who was in a more gloomy mood, sighed melancholy, moved his stiff neck, and realized with some surprise that his acupoints had been unlocked long ago.

Jiang Zuo clenched his hands into fists and tried to sit up on both sides. The soreness spread from his waist to a certain part of his back. He supported his waist and climbed off the bed with trembling limbs. Move in the direction of the door.

Jiang Zuo's crap: ... slipped away.

362: ...you agreed to double the target today?

Jiang Zuo: I don't like you child, please die immediately.

Before the holy monk came back, Jiang Zuo didn't dare to waste any time. Shaking his limp legs, he managed to reach the door.

Looking at the host's naked naked body, 362 was silent for a while: emmmmmmm, is the host planning to run naked in the temple?

Jiang Zuo paused, and suddenly remembered that he was no longer a carefree little squirrel who could run wildly in the temple. He then turned around and stumbled to the cabinet.

Leaning on the cabinet relieved a certain swollen part that was a little bit painful from walking, and after taking a few breaths, Jiang Zuo reached out to open the cabinet, intending to pick out a piece of clothing from it and put it on first.

The open cabinet was empty, not even a strip of cloth to cover it up.

Jiang Zuo: ... Heh, dog man, so heartless.

Looking around the room, Jiang Zuo's eyes fell on the thin quilt on the bed that was rolled into a pile indiscriminately.

The plain quilt was still stained with dried blood and some unknown liquid. Old Jiang Zuo blushed, dragged his sore body, and returned to the bed. He bent slightly with difficulty, stretched his hand with his fingertip Hook a corner of the quilt over.

Turning the blood-stained side upside down, Jiang Zuo put the cleaner-looking side outwards on his body.

The boy who wrapped himself tightly in a brocade quilt only showed a small head, like a clumsy silkworm baby who accidentally wrapped himself in a cocoon. His hair just woke up was messy, with several black strands. The hair curled up stubbornly, drawing a few unruly arcs.

Jiang Zuo was moved by his own wit, he praised the thin quilt and said proudly: ...Haha, dog man, didn't expect that? !

Worried that Qing Chi might come back at any time, Jiang Zuo didn't dare to stay for a moment, he wrapped himself tightly in the little quilt to hide his shame, dragged his limp and heavy body, pushed open the door and slipped away.

Stepping on the road with bare feet, the soles of the feet ached from the rough ground. After walking a certain distance, a certain unspeakable part was also a little hot due to the walking posture. Jiang Zuo frowned and slowed down a little. Some speed.

At present, there is still the task of finding the murderer, but he will not go back even if he is killed by the perverted holy monk, but in this way, what identity will he stay in the Zen temple?

... If those little monks drove him out as a thief sneaking in, how could he investigate the real murderer? !

Worried about meeting someone, Jiang Zuo turned his head and looked around vigilantly.

It was probably lunch time, and there was no one in the corridor at this time.The warm autumn sun sprinkled down through the thin clouds, coating the vermilion railings of the corridor with a layer of pure gold, and the air was filled with the warm and light fragrance of pear blossoms.

The side missions are still a mess. Jiang Zuo, who was more and more desperate, had no choice but to try to enlighten and motivate himself. While walking slowly in the corridor, he cheered himself up, shaking his head and muttering: "The sky is about to fall!" To be entrusted with the great responsibility of Sishu, you must first suffer from his will, exhaust his muscles and bones, and starve him..."

He didn't feel hungry at first, but Jiang Zuo, who was forced to exercise all night and didn't eat until now, was not only sore all over...but also cold and hungry.

Not only didn't he motivate himself, but he felt that he seemed to be in a worse situation. Jiang Zuo couldn't hold back the unbearable tears: "..." Fuck!

A few pear trees were planted on the side of the promenade. It was obviously autumn, but the luxuriant branches and leaves of the pear trees were dotted with a few white flowers like the first snow. A lingering light fragrance.

Among the dense branches and leaves of pear trees, Luo Qinghe was leaning on one of the thick branches. He had a handsome face and an unrestrained spirit in the rivers and lakes between his brows. Eyes dozing off, but thinking about what happened in the past few days.

The man in black who assassinated the holy monk last night died in this place in the corridor below.

The blade in the man in black's hand was indeed stained with the poison created by Master Danqiu, which meant that the matter of Master Danqiu was indeed related to the man in black... But he always felt that there was something he couldn't figure out.

Luo Qinghe frowned, he sat up straight, his eyes were fixed on the place where the man in black fell last night, as if he wanted to find out why.He was concentrating on contemplation, when suddenly a figure wrapped in a white sheet appeared in sight like a ghost, Luo Qinghe lost his balance and almost fell from the tree.

He held onto the tree trunk in time, and stopped his precarious figure from falling straight down from the tree. As soon as he sat down firmly, he frowned and hurriedly looked at the white shadow.

The so-called white shadow standing in the corridor is not a ghost at all, but a pale young boy!

I saw the young man standing alone by the railing in the long corridor, his figure was thin, and the autumn wind blew past, blowing the crumpled brocade quilt over his body, which brought a somewhat pitiful smell.

After standing for a while, he slumped his shoulders and turned his back, and sat down on the railing. The pitiful figure curled up in a ball revealed a sense of loneliness and desolation.

The neck of the person in black who assassinated last night was broken here, and someone appeared here today, is it a coincidence or...?

Luo Qinghe, who decided to go to find out the truth, jumped off the branch, facing the white shadow with his back turned to him, asked in a deep voice, "Who is your Excellency?"

Startled by the sudden sound, Jiang Zuo hiccupped, slipped from the railing where he was sitting, and fell to the ground.

The pain in the buttocks seems to be broken into several petals Jiang Zuo: ... quack crying jpg

Unexpectedly, he would scare people, Luo Qinghe slightly apologized, and squatted on the ground, he lowered his head, and the face of the person who fell on the ground became clear.

The boy's black hair was messy and curled up, falling on his slightly pale cheeks, his jet-black eyes were foggy, like black agate soaked in water, and the plain white sheet wrapped around his body was pinched a little wrinkled. , but made him look pitiful.Looking down, the quilt that was accidentally rolled under his legs when he fell on the ground was slightly lifted, revealing a small section of his calf like an autumn lotus root, and there were some strange light red marks on the skin of his legs.

His two bare feet that were exposed outside were white, the soles of his feet were covered with dust, and there were several cuts near the slightly red heels that were worn out.

——The breath is very weak, not threatening.

Luo Qinghe made a conclusion in his heart, it seemed unlikely that he was an accomplice of the murderer, nor someone capable of breaking into the temple, Luo Qinghe's tense body gradually relaxed.

Looking at it so closely, a sense of familiarity is getting stronger and stronger, it must have been seen somewhere in the temple... Luo Qinghe thought, maybe it was a playful little monk in the temple?

Startled by the sudden appearance of the person, Jiang Zuo was about to yell at him, but when he saw clearly that the person in front of him was the protagonist, his eyes suddenly lit up.

He used to think that the person most suspected of murder was the protagonist, if he could stay by the protagonist's side...

362: Since the host thinks the protagonist is a murderer, isn’t he afraid of danger if he still follows him?

Jiang Zuo carefully analyzed: If the protagonist is a murderer, then I might be able to find some clues by following him... If the protagonist is not a murderer, then I can get some clues about the case from him, and in this way, we Also have an identity that won't be kicked out of the temple...

The most important thing is that the protagonist is very straight, and he will never be as perverted as an old dog forcing a holy monk to think about his own ass.

There was a gleam of hope in Jiang Zuo's eyes.

Before Jiang Zuo could come up with an excuse to explain his situation and persuade the protagonist to let him follow him, Luo Qinghe spoke up first, and he smiled brightly, "You naughty little monk, you are playing tricks here, Are you trying to scare someone..."

Jiang Zuo, who had no idea what to say, said: "..." Although I don't know what you came up with, but thank you brother!

"No..." Luo Qinghe laughed halfway, his face suddenly became serious, he stared at Jiang Zuo's messy hair, "Since you are a monk... why do you have hair...?"

Jiang Zuo's eyes flickered, "I am... um... Princess... the people around Princess..."

Unable to figure out who was next to the princess, Jiang Zuo had no choice but to take it vaguely, and continued to talk nonsense, "...that... I did something wrong... I was kicked out by the princess..."

"...So that's how it is." Luo Qinghe looked at the young boy with drooping eyes in pity, the more he looked at him, the more he looked very pleasing to the eye, those wet and bright black eyes reminded him of the holy monk The squirrel next to him was barking, Luo Qinghe couldn't help letting go of his guard.

Looking down at Jiang Zuo's legs with light red marks, Luo Qinghe felt angrily in his heart, "I didn't expect the princess to be such an arrogant and unreasonable person! Someone beat you like this! Even the clothes on your body were stripped off." It's..."

Jiang Zuo pulled out the corners of the quilt to block his legs: ...emmmmm seems to have unknowingly torn something apart...

362: "..." Fortunately, there is no need to go through the plot.

Luo Qinghe reached out his hand to grope in his bosom, and took out a big, crispy chicken leg wrapped in oil paper that was shiny and oily. Under Jiang Zuo's expectant gaze, he leisurely took out a large handful from his bosom. Warm melon seeds, and then generously handed the melon seeds full of hands to the boy in front of me.

Jiang Zuo looked at the plump chicken leg shining golden yellow in the protagonist's left hand, and then at the handful of dingy melon seeds on the palm of his right hand, and couldn't help but think of when he was a cute little squirrel not long ago, when he was besieged by the protagonist in the bamboo forest. The horrible memories of being forced to eat several piles of Guazishan.

Jiang Zuo: "..." I haven't seen you for a few days, but I didn't expect you to be as stingy as ever.

There was a rumble in his stomach, and Jiang Zuo, who couldn't hold it anymore, carefully stretched out two fingers from the quilt that covered himself tightly, and reached for the melon seeds on the protagonist's right hand, and then took advantage of the protagonist's inattention, Quickly snatched the chicken leg from Luo Qinghe's left hand, and quickly put it back under the quilt.

Seemingly not expecting Jiang Zuo's actions, Luo Qinghe was slightly taken aback.

Jiang Zuo looked at Luo Qinghe vigilantly, seeing that he didn't seem to rush forward to snatch the chicken leg away, so he covered his head with the quilt at ease, hid inside and gnawed on the chicken leg, saying "as long as you don't get caught See, Lao Tzu's chicken legs will not be taken away."

The boy's little head was hidden under the brocade quilt, only the sound of biting and chewing could be heard from inside.Luo Qinghe blinked, and couldn't help but smile a little. He lowered his head and saw the young man's bare feet again. The white heels were rubbed into a pitiful light red.

Luo Qinghe gnawed on two melon seeds without looking at his eyes, and after a while, he turned his head back unnaturally. He stared fixedly at the boy's two little gray feet, and finally put a piece of melon in his hand. Stuffing the melon seeds back into the skirt of his clothes, he lowered his head and tore off a few pieces of fabric from his clothes, and helped Jiang Zuo gently bandage up the two exposed injured feet.

The feet were wrapped softly by something, Jiang Zuo rubbed his eyes secretly from under the quilt, saw the protagonist was helping him bind his feet, Jiang Zuo swallowed his mouth full of chicken legs, his face was moved, and he said vaguely: " ...From today on seven...I will be with Li...Number one in the world...Zhuantui...!"

After bandaging Jiang Zuo's two feet, Luo Qinghe raised his head and asked softly, "What's your name, little brother?"

Jiang Zuo smacked his lips, licked off the oil around his mouth, burped, and said with a haughty expression, "Please call me Jiang Holmes Zuo."

"Okay," Luo Qinghe nodded, indicating that he already knew, "Dafu, what are your plans for the future?"

Jiang Zuo didn't react: "..." Da, Da Fu? ...What the hell did you call me, the main character? ? ...Do you not want to live? ! ! !

Thinking that I still have to follow the protagonist in order to complete the side mission, the words turned to the side of my mouth, but I opened my mouth: "...that... thank you for bandaging my feet, and giving me chicken legs to eat... I... I added Tea and water, anything will work!"

362: I think you only know how to add tea and water... and the chicken legs were given to you, but you snatched them yourself.

Jiang Zuo's eyes were red when he was exposed: "..." I, the dog system, tore your mouth open! ! !

Seeing that the corners of the young man's eyes were slightly red, as if he was afraid of being rejected by him, Luo Qinghe thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "I don't need a servant by my side...but you can stay here for now...since you are If the person who was kicked out by the princess went to the temple to prepare a separate room for you with great fanfare, the princess would definitely feel dissatisfied when she knew it, and might come up with some way to embarrass you..."

"...Fortunately, the guest room prepared for me in the temple is divided into an inner room and an outer room, but I don't have any servants with me, so the outer room is free...Since you are injured, you should sleep in the inner room first, and I will sleep in the outer room... I'll go to the abbot to help you get some medicine for reducing stasis..."

Jiang Zuo nodded his head frequently.

After Luo Qinghe finished speaking, he asked Jiang Zuo for his opinion, "Dafu, what do you think?"

Jiang Zuo: ... If you don't call me Dafu, I can barely play with you.

After the two discussed it, they walked back slowly.

On the promenade, a person walked towards him. He was dressed in snow-colored white clothes, and his figure was Qinghua.

Luo Qinghe raised his hand, greeted the pilgrim monk, and asked curiously, "Holy monk, why don't you see Wang Wang today?"

The holy monk didn't answer, his gloomy eyes fell on the person behind Luo Qinghe, his face was gloomy.

Jiang Zuo carefully moved two small steps behind the protagonist.

Qing Chi's eyes swept away, and Jiang Zuo's feet were wrapped with two pieces of blue cloth, which were obviously torn from Luo Qinghe's clothes whose hem had been torn off.

The holy monk's complexion became more and more serious, and his usually noble and indifferent face was covered with sternness, like a harbinger of a violent storm, his thin lips were pursed into a straight line, his voice was low and deep, and the words he spit out seemed to be frozen Thick Frost:

"……come over."

The atmosphere was dull, and Luo Qinghe was a little surprised. He looked back at the huddled people behind him, and then at the holy monk with a terrifying expression.

He had never seen a holy monk like this before, Luo Qinghe felt weird and asked, "...Dafu, do you know the holy monk?"

Jiang Zuo hurriedly said, "I don't know, I don't know."

"Come here." The holy monk repeated in a calm voice.

"Otherwise..." The fear on the holy monk's face suddenly dissipated, like ice and snow disappearing, he slowly raised his lips towards Jiang Zuo, but his eyes were fixed with a strange cruelty and sharpness. His eyes fell on Luo Qinghe's body, and he said coldly——

"...I will kill him."