Shit shovel officer he always collapses [Quick Transmigration]

"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."

A breeze blows in the long corridor, faintly blowing the corners of the holy monk's white robe, and the light fragrance of pear blossoms enveloping one sleeve.

The shadows of the trees whirled, and the mottled broken shadows enveloped his side face that exuded a faint glow like pearls and jade. His bright silver eyes were like snow on green hills, like a demon or a fairy.

In an instant, the wind suddenly stopped.

The corners of his lips that were not in the shadows were slightly hooked, and an undisguised murderous intent overflowed, and fine flowers and leaves floated in the air, and the fragrance of flowers was messy and wafted around.

Sensing the killing intent of the holy monk, Luo Qinghe's breathing was slightly suffocated. He frowned, with bulging veins on his forehead, resisting the invisible coercion coming from all directions.

He didn't understand what happened, and he didn't want to fight with the holy monk. He took half a step back and explained with difficulty, "Is there any misunderstanding? ... The holy monk knows Dafu...?"

"Dafu?" Qing Chi chuckled when he heard the words, and squinted at Jiang Zuo.

Jiang Zuo blushed in shame and indignation: "..." Dog man!What kind of mocking look are you looking at? ! !

You know how to laugh when you smile, and later I will call the protagonist and beat you up! ! !

I firmly believe that the protagonist has the aura of the protagonist, and he will never fall so easily. Jiang Zuo is not afraid of the threat of the holy monk at all. I challenge you...!"

The movement of Jiang Zuo leaning close to Luo Qinghe's ear on tiptoe was like a whisper between lovers. As he tilted, his small body slightly fell towards Luo Qinghe's chest, as if he was about to lean on him at any time. Like in his arms.

Seeing that the Shura field is approaching, but at this time, the host chooses to frantically dance to death, 362 kindly persuades: ... At this time, it is better for the host not to be skinny... Otherwise, it may not be long before you will die. Regret to want to beat myself to death.

With his backing, Jiang Zuo didn't take 362's advice to heart at all, and his tone and attitude were very arrogant: Regret? !Let me tell you, the word regret is not in Lao Tzu's dictionary at all! !Today I!Let the protagonist beat the holy monk to the ground and call her mother! ! !

362: "..." You can do it yourself, I can't control you anymore.

Seeing that the protagonist was completely unmoved by his provocation, while the face of the holy monk standing opposite turned even worse, Jiang Zuo stood on tiptoe and leaned more and more towards the protagonist's ear, increasing the intensity of fanning the flames: "...Look at this man, he actually said such exaggerated words, you can tell it's not a good thing at first glance, before he kills you, smash his dog's head to kill the people..."

A young man with messy curly hair was tightly wrapped in his small thin quilt, and the two little feet wrapped in green cloth strips that were not covered by the thin quilt struggled to stand on tiptoe. He stretched his neck and leaned close to Luo Qinghe's ear. On the side, the exposed slender neck has a beautiful line, and the light red hickey marks and scabbed tooth marks are still left on the porcelain white skin with blood vessels, which generously shows the extremely tenderness and charm of last night.

The holy monk stared at the ambiguous traces on Jiang Zuo's neck that had not yet faded away, his killing intent gradually dissipated like a mist, his eyes were dark, and the corners of his lips curled deeper.

The corner of the robe moved slightly, Qing Chi moved his footsteps, took two steps forward, and walked out from the slanting tree shadow and halo.

362: As a reminder, the Holy Monk has higher strength than the protagonist.

Jiang Zuo, who was about to watch a play, froze, and suddenly froze: "..." TM... What kind of shit world is this? ?The protagonist's force value is not the highest? !I don't fucking believe it! !

Qing Chi stood in front of Luo Qinghe and Jiang Zuo, facing Jiang Zuo, he said for the third time, "Come here."

The holy monk's tone was dark and unrefutable, as if he was giving an ultimatum.

Jiang Zuo hesitated: "...that... I... I'll think about it..."

Dissatisfied with Qing Chi's behavior, Luo Qinghe frowned, opened his arms to block Jiang Zuo, and subconsciously stopped him, "The holy monk's coercive behavior... is different from the bully who robs and plunders." ...?"

Qingchi glanced at Luo Qinghe lightly, his calm silver eyes showed no trace of emotion, as if he was looking at not a person with a fresh life, but one that could be crushed at any time, not enough to die The pitiful ants, "Then what do you think... the poor monk?"

"Kill you...?" He smiled contemptuously, his gloomy eyes were like a bottomless ancient well of terror, but there was not even a drop of water in the ancient well, only a chilling nothingness, as if Under that indifferent and holy face like a lotus, what is buried is only the white and miserable bones of the ages.

"...!" Luo Qinghe shrank his pupils from the piercing gaze, and said with difficulty, "Why did the holy monk suddenly..."

Jiang Zuo, who was watching the play, was suddenly clever: ...or let the holy monk kill the protagonist. If the protagonist is the murderer, the murderer's survival status should be grayed out on the task panel, right?Then I have found the murderer?

362: What if the protagonist is not the murderer?

Jiang Zuo: ...emmmmmmm, then I regret it a little bit?

362: Come on, remember to call me when you need to collect the body.

Hearing that 362 didn't seem to support his plan, Jiang Zuo thought about it carefully. If the protagonist died at this time, it seemed that he really had nowhere to go.

... Wouldn't that mean that the dog forced the holy monk to crush him every night? Crispy ♂ skin ♂ duck...? !

Jiang Zuo gripped the thin quilt tightly, shaking unconsciously.

"Holy, holy monk...!" At this moment, a little novice in a gray robe appeared at the end of the corridor. The monk is...so here..."

The little novice who rushed over was about ten years old. His face was immature, with some baby fat on his cheeks, and his bald forehead was covered with sweat. After he stood still, he raised his head and looked at Qing Chi with admiration, and then He took out a simple small jade porcelain vase from his bosom and offered it with both hands.

"...This is the antidote prepared by Master Qinxuan according to the antidote prescription left by Master Danqiu...As soon as Master Uncle prepared it, he immediately called the little monk to bring it..."

The little novice monk raised his eyes brightly, as if he was waiting for a compliment.

Qing Chi took the porcelain bottle away from him, and nodded at him calmly.

Although he didn't get the expected praise, the little novice's face was still shimmering, and he looked at Qingchi with deep admiration in his eyes.

He only heard the description of the senior brothers in the next room after they came back from the corridor last night. Regarding the fate of the vicious murderer, let alone the little novice, even the older and sensible senior brothers had already known the fate of the murderer. I forgot all about "My Buddha's compassion" and only felt happy in my heart, and I respected the holy monk even more in my heart.

Seeing the holy monk at this moment, the little novice felt a little excited, so he couldn't help but said a few more words worriedly, "The holy monk's complexion is so bad... It's better to take the antidote as soon as possible... Uncle Qinxuan said , although this poison may not show any symptoms within three days, but once these three days pass, the internal organs will immediately dissolve into a puddle of rotten water..."

In the middle of the chanting, suddenly found that the little squirrel who was inseparable from the holy monk was nowhere to be seen at this time. With the mentality of loving the house and the crow, the little novice also said, "I heard that Uncle Qinxuan said that the little squirrel that the holy monk rescued earlier The squirrel was also scratched by the knife... Although the injury is not serious, I am afraid it has also been poisoned by this poison... The holy monk must not forget to give the little squirrel a bite too..."

Jiang Zuo's eyelids twitched, and he stretched out his hand to touch the butt with a small knife mark on his back, and couldn't help interrupting, "Poisoning...? What poison?? Will it die???"

It was only then that the little novice noticed Luo Qinghe beside the holy monk and the person behind him who was speaking. The person was wrapped in a thin white quilt, although he looked very unfamiliar, as if he had never seen it in a temple before. Look, but since he is following behind Lord Luo, he should be a servant or something...

"Lord benefactor is also here..." The little novice had no doubts, he clasped his palms together and saluted them, explaining to Jiangzuo in a milky voice, "...Uncle Qinxuan said that the poisoned person was puzzled for three days, The internal organs will gradually melt, and eventually they will turn into a puddle of rotten water..."

Jiang Zuo seemed to have heard a thunderbolt from the blue: Fuck me!What poison is so vicious? !Also what kind of shit temple is this without a normal monk? ?It’s okay to eat fast and chant Buddha every day. Water the flowers and drink water to enjoy the happiness of old age. Isn’t it good for you and me? ? ?

Jiang Zuo stretched out a little finger from under the thin quilt, pointed at Qingchi tremblingly and asked, "Then what will happen to him... the squirrel is poisoned?"

The little novice shook his head honestly, "This little monk... I don't know too well..."

Jiang Zuo suddenly understood why he failed the main task due to the mysterious death of his body last night. It may take three days for the poisoned person to have an attack, but that amount of medicine is not enough for a fragile little squirrel. , but may be directly fatal.

Thinking of the tragic situation of the poisonous hair, Jiang Zuo became anxious, "What about the antidote?"

The little novice looked calm, "Don't worry, little benefactor, it was Uncle Qinxuan who asked the little monk to deliver the medicine." Then, he pointed to the small porcelain bottle in the holy monk's hand.

Jiang Zuo suddenly had an ominous premonition: "...the antidote...is there only one bottle?"

Thinking that Jiang Zuo was suspecting that he had secretly hidden the antidote, the little novice blushed angrily, "You...! Uncle Qinxuan only gave you one bottle... the little monk will still fail to hide it ?!"

Unexpectedly, there is really only one bottle of antidote Jiang Zuo: "..." on the verge of collapse jpg

Holding the only bottle of antidote in his hand, Qing Chi glanced at Jiang Zuo without any trace.

Sensing the sweeping gaze, Jiang Zuo froze, showing a flattering smirk at the holy monk.

Seeing the old dog look away indifferently, Jiang Zuo finally shed tears of remorse: ... I checked my eyes, he is someone who won't care about my life.

Qing Chi put the porcelain bottle into his sleeve, nodded to the little novice monk, then brushed past several people, and walked away to the other end of the corridor.

Knowing that he was poisoned and would rot into a pool of water if he didn't understand it, Jiang Zuo scratched his heart and lungs, and said anxiously to Luo Qinghe, "Well, I'm in a hurry, I'll go find you later!"

Without waiting for Luo Qinghe's reaction after speaking, Jiang Zuo endured the pain in his body, turned around with a sad face, dragged his broken body and two aching feet, and rushed towards the direction Qingchi left.

On the long corridor, Luo Qinghe looked at the figures of the holy monk and Jiang Zuo who were going away without saying a word, stopped the little novice who was about to leave, and said seriously, "Little monk, did your uncle say, Will being poisoned by this poison cause a person's temperament to change drastically? Or... suddenly become brutal?"

The little monk lowered his head in bewilderment, "This little monk doesn't know too well, the poison was only concocted by Uncle Danqiu and Uncle Qinxuan when they were discussing the principles of medicine, but no one has ever really been poisoned by this poison..."

"...Uncle Qinxuan only said that the poison will rot from the inside out if it is not removed within three days... He didn't mention whether his temperament will change greatly..."

"Then why is the holy monk..." Luo Qinghe muttered, frowning tightly and lowering his eyes.

If the behavior of the holy monk Cai just now was interpreted as losing his mind, but his cold and stern eyes were sober, how could he seem to have lost his mind?

Hearing Luo Qinghe mention the holy monk, the little novice couldn't help staring at him, and said in admiration, "The holy monk is really powerful. I heard from the brothers that when they arrived, the murderer was already dead!"

Luo Qinghe asked, "...In that case, who was the first to hear the sound?"

The little novice paused, scratched his head, and said, "This... Master Luo, you have really confused me, little monk... I stayed in the meditation room last night, and the brothers didn't let me go out..."

Luo Qinghe was serious, "Go and gather the young monks from last night to the courtyard, I have something important to ask."

The little novice was in a hurry to respond.

In the small courtyard, Luo Qinghe rubbed his chin with one hand, staring at a pear tree planted in the small courtyard, thinking about all kinds of doubts about the incident of the man in black who assassinated the holy monk last night.

He thought it was the holy monk's cry for help that led the young monks to the corridor last night, but today he realized that the holy monk's inner strength was so deep that it was even far above him. There was no sign of a fight.It seemed that the holy monk should have broken the neck of the man in black with his bare hands within the blink of an eye.

There was no sound of weapons colliding, and with the skill of the holy monk, there was no need to call for help. Logically speaking, from the assassination of the holy monk to the twisting of the neck of the man in black, there should not be too many noises... What big movement will there be, and it can attract people's attention from such a distance?

Facing the five young monks gathered in the small courtyard, Luo Qinghe lowered his voice and asked with a serious face: "Last night... who was the first to hear the movement in the corridor?"

Young monks, you look at me, and I look at you.

"Yayoi, didn't you hear the movement first?"

"...Huh? No... Who pulled my sleeve last night and said that they heard the sound of fighting ahead...?" The little monk called Yayoi scratched his head, thought about it carefully, and said a little embarrassedly. , "It was too dark... I didn't see it clearly... But that person was indeed wearing a monk's robe in the temple... So I didn't look carefully... Must be one of the four of you?"

The other four shook their heads.

"Ah?! Then who was that person who grabbed my sleeve last night?" Yayoi felt goosebumps all over her body.

"Then are you sure everyone was here last night?" Luo Qinghe asked.

Several young monks nodded, "Yes, Yayoi said at the time that there were relics left by his mother and he seemed to have left them in the main hall. He was timid and didn't dare to look for them alone, so he insisted on dragging the other four of us. people went together."

"Then you five... did you really hear anything at that time?"

The five young monks thought about it for a while, and shook their heads honestly, "The man's tone was anxious, we rushed to the direction of the corridor without thinking much... When we arrived at the corridor, we saw the injured holy monk and the fallen monk." A murderer who has lost his breath on the ground..."

There were only five people near the scene of the assassination of the holy monk, but none of them admitted that they were the first to ask to go to the corridor to find out, but no one really heard the movement in the corridor.

The one who got in among the five... who would it be?Or is it that some of these five people are lying...or are all five people lying?

Luo Qinghe pursed the corners of her lips tightly, and decided to look around the promenade crime scene to see if she could find any clues.

At this time, at the other end of the corridor, although the holy monk seemed to be walking leisurely, walking in front of him without hurry or slowness, but no matter how hard Jiang Zuo behind him tried, there was always a distance of four or five steps between them.

When he arrived at the meditation room, Jiang Zuo endured the increasingly swollen and painful part behind him, suddenly quickened a few steps, and when the door of the meditation room was about to close, he slipped in through the crack of the door.

As soon as he got into the meditation room, before he could stand still, Jiang Zuo preemptively pressed Qing Chi against the door, encircling him between the door and his arms, he raised his head, puffing his cheeks Looking into the silver eyes of the holy monk.

Qing Chi lowered his eyelids, remained silent, his face was calm and elegant, as if he was waiting for Jiang Zuo to speak.

"That...can the antidote be..." Jiang Zuo first decided to be a civilized person, and had a good discussion with the holy monk before deciding whether to take action.

The holy monk looked at him coldly, his eyes were clear and clear, as if the pines were reflecting in the cold pond, but nothing was reflected. Hearing Jiang Zuo's words, he lazily raised his eyelids, as if he didn't understand what he said What, but there was some obvious sarcasm in that upbeat ending, "... the antidote?"

Seeing that the dog forced the holy monk to refuse to hand over the antidote, Jiang Zuo tried on the verge of threatening: "You! If you don't give it to me...I...I will..."

Can't fight, can't grab, Jiang Zuomen, who is completely out of control, slaps the holy monk, and puts down his cruel words without any momentum: "...mmp, I will cry for you...!"

362: "..." Then you are really awesome.

Qingchi bent down, sprinkled his scorching breath on Jiang Zuo's ear, he stretched out a hand, and put it under the thin quilt tightly wrapped around the young man's body, with the fingertips of his right hand on his warm and soft waist Wrapped lightly around.

The side of the waist was already sore and limp, but now it was a little itchy again, Jiang Zuo fiercely slapped Qing Chi's restless hand away, and had already decided to give up on himself:...Although he was poisoned, he couldn't feel it at all...or...just... Just leave it alone...?

362: ...Does the host want to turn into a puddle of rotten water in three days?Or do you think the murderer can be found out in less than three days?

Jiang Zuo murmured: This old dog...will definitely not give me the antidote...with this little time, why not investigate the murderer...

362 Suggestions: How about...a kiss from the host...um, no...forcibly kissing the holy monk?

Jiang Zuo: ...This student with tonsils asks you to sit down, it's not time for your inflammation yet.

362 kindly persuades: ...I said before that the target with a shoveling value of more than 90 will have some paranoid behavior. Now that the target is so possessive of you, as long as the host keeps the hair well and doesn't touch the target's inverse scales, everything will be fine. Yes, and if the host can make good use of the target, the completion of the side mission should also go smoothly.

Jiang Zuo was a little complacent, if his tail was still there, he should have been twitching wildly: Don't praise me anymore, I can't take it anymore.

362: "..." Did the host hear it...

After thinking about the happiness of being able to leave the old dog permanently after completing the task, the humiliation in front of him seemed nothing.Jiang Zuo tapped his toes on the ground, drew two circles hesitantly, and finally calmed down. He stood on tiptoe, closed his eyes and reddened his ears, and gently "chirped——" on the holy monk's cheek. Take a sip.

After his lips slightly touched the profile of the holy monk, Jiang Zuo blushed and quickly backed away, but before he fled, Qing Chi wrapped his arms around Jiang Zuo's wrist and pulled him back into his arms.

While pulling, the thin quilt draped over Jiang Zuo's body slipped off, gently slid over the smooth and straight legs, and piled up on the side of the feet wrapped in green cloth, revealing the bruises that were previously blocked by the thin quilt white tender body.

The holy monk curled his fingers, rubbed a scabbed tooth mark on his round shoulder, and hugged him to the small couch by the window.

Under the blue sky and broad daylight, he sat naked on the lap of the holy monk, and a small gap was opened by the unclosed window next to the small building. Although he couldn't see what happened inside from the outside, Jiang Zuo was still tight. He hugged the holy monk's neck tightly, tried his best to curl up his small body, and curled himself into a small ball.

Jiang Zuo, who suspects that he has been tricked: ... the dog system tells me the truth... Are you really not cheating on Dad...? !

362: ...

Qing Chi caressed Jiang Zuo's smooth calf with one hand, and then lightly touched his ankle.The bottom of the cloth that wrapped the two little feet was a little dirty, but the small knot on one side was tied very carefully.

Remembering that it came from another man, and that man wrapped it up for Jiang Zuo himself, the holy monk tightened his lips, and he pulled the wrapped knot, pulled it hard, and couldn't restrain his strength. The cloth strips wrapped around Jiang Zuo's feet were broken into several pieces.

The cyan cloth strips covering the feet were torn apart, dangling and fell to the ground, and the few remaining cloth strips were casually placed on the insteps, revealing the dirt and dust on the bottom. The feet with a few bloodstains were scratched, and the heels were still slightly red from abrasion, looking very pitiful.

Qing Chi held Jiang Zuo's bruised right foot in his palm, rubbed his thumb slightly on his ankle bone, and lowered his eyes in silence.

Jiang Zuo is having fun in the midst of bitterness: toes act like a spoiled child jpg

As if remembering something, Qingchi gradually gathered his five fingers, pinching Jiangzuo's ankle bone with increasing strength.

The tearing pain at the ankle hit suddenly, the throbbing pain made the whole leg numb, and Jiang Zuo left tears of failure: Acting like a baby failed jpg

Recalling Luo Qinghe's address to Jiang Zuo, Qingchi squeezed his ankle bone, snorted coldly, and asked, "...Dafu?"

Even in the midst of pain, Jiang Zuo really couldn't bear to complain about this bullshit nickname. He retorted in pain, "What, what a big blessing!... Why is my name Jiang Holmes Zuo!"

"...He touched your foot?" Qingchi's complexion darkened, his voice was as cold as frost, as if Jiang Zuo nodded, he would immediately crush the sole of the foot in his palm , and then killed the person who touched him.

Jiang Zuo made a detour before trying to figure out who the "he" the old dog was talking about. The sensible Jiang Zuo shook his head frantically, and raised two fingers to swear to the sky, "No, no...I'm going to say four!!"

Hearing Jiang Zuo's answer, the strength of the monk's hands slowed down. He rubbed the delicate ankle under his palm lightly and sometimes heavily, pondered for a while with lowered eyes, then raised his eyebrows and asked, "...Jiang Zuo?"

Unexpectedly, his name was discovered so quickly, Jiang Zuo opened his eyes wide: Shocked!

Seeing the undisguised expression of the person in his arms, I knew that I guessed it right. The cold face of the holy monk seemed to be covered with a faint glow, and the silver light in his slender eyes was like a mist in mountains and rivers, condensing into a pool. The shallow smile is stunningly beautiful.

Jiang Zuo was breathless, his eyelashes moved slightly, turned his eyes and reminded loudly: "...I...I just kissed you just now! Give me the antidote...!"

Qingchi smiled, and slowly took out a delicate small porcelain bottle from his sleeve.

The body of the small porcelain vase has soft lines, moist jade color, and bright body. There is a blooming white lotus tattooed on it, and the edges of the white lotus' leaves are thinly traced with silver thread, which is really delicate and beautiful.

Jiang Zuo persuaded, "This... There should be many antidotes in a bottle... If you take too much medicine, it will hurt your health. If you take so much alone, it will be bad for your health. I will help you share some of it!"

Qing Chi flicked open the small wooden stopper wrapped in red cloth strips on the porcelain bottle with two fingers, and immediately, a clear lotus fragrance filled the air.

Jiang Zuo stretched his neck, and glanced at the exquisite little porcelain bottle in the hands of the holy monk.

What was in the porcelain bottle was not the usual black pills, but filled with liquid transparent medicine with a faint fragrance.

Jiang Zuo watched helplessly as the holy monk put the porcelain bottle in his mouth, his light-colored thin lips parted a water-colored slit, and then slowly poured the whole bottle of liquid into his mouth.

He threw the empty porcelain vase on the tea table casually, leaned against the window coffin with one hand propped on the tea table, sat motionless and looked towards Jiang Zuo, with a leisurely and elegant demeanor, which was very moving.

With red eyes, Jiang Zuo looked at the only small porcelain bottle of antidote that was already empty on the coffee table, then turned his head and stared at Qingchi's lips stained with a hint of water, then gritted his teeth, and threw himself on it fiercely, He hit the holy monk's lips with one bite.

The ashamed and indignant Jiang Zuo couldn't control his strength at all, his teeth trembled when he bumped, and his two tender lips were numb from the bump.

Reassuring himself that this is a forced kiss and that he is the one taking advantage, Jiang Zuo made up his mind, stuck out his soft little tongue, and pried open the holy monk's teeth.

A chuckle spilled from the holy monk's lips, a slight tremor came through his slightly hot chest, the corner of Jiang Zuo's eyes was slightly wet, and he tightly grasped Qingchi's lapel with both hands, like a fish that lost water. The fish, with its tender tongue eagerly inserted into the slightly opened jaws of the holy monk, stirred wantonly in his mouth, trying to absorb the water that would allow him to survive.

A smile flashed through the slender eyes of the holy monk, he stretched out his hand, pressed the back of the boy's head, and deepened the kiss.

Where the lips and tongue were intertwined, a trace of body fluid mixed with Jiangzuo's crimson lips and slowly flowed down from the corners.

"Hmm..." panting, he broke away from the monk's hand on the back of his head. Jiang Zuo's hands and feet were weak, and he rested his head on the monk's shoulder for a while, then swallowed viciously from the monk's mouth. He snatched the antidote, and wiped off the water stains from the corner of his lips with the back of his hand, "This... this time... the poison... should be cured..."

After Jiang Zun finished speaking, he smacked his lips, and found that the antidote potion left in his mouth tasted sweet, without a hint of bitterness or any unpalatable potion taste.

... To be honest, it's still a little delicious.

The holy monk was playing with the porcelain vase that fell down on the coffee table. The luster of the porcelain vase was faint. His five fingers holding the vase were slender, with distinct phalanges, which forcibly suppressed the exquisiteness of the porcelain vase.

As if knowing what Jiang Zuo was thinking, Qingchi rubbed his red earlobe, and asked, "Is this Qiongyu drink delicious?"

Jiang Zuo had endless aftertaste, nodded and gave full affirmation: "It's not bad, but since the poison has been cured, then I will flash first!!"

"...Who said this is the antidote?"

Just as Jiang Zuo's feet fell to the ground, he heard the holy monk speak slowly, and then saw him slowly take out another small porcelain bottle from his arms.

This porcelain bottle is plain, the color of the bottle is still a little dull, there is nothing painted on the bottle, it is just a blank plain, but it looks like a bottle that really contains the antidote.

The corner of Jiang Zuo's eye twitched, he grabbed Qingchi's lapel, and said angrily, "Damn! The old dog lied to me again!! What the hell is that delicious thing I just drank?!"

"poison."

Jiang Zuo, who was about to drop his fist, almost stopped the falling fist, patted the monk's wrinkled skirt, and said obediently, "What do we have to do with each other... What kind of poison do you use to hurt your feelings... If it's a brother, give me the antidote."

Qing Chi did not respond to Jiang Zuo's words, but his tone was light, and he continued with the previous words, "If you don't take the detoxification on time every month...the poison will be sent twice a month, and every time it will make you feel broken. die."

...mmp, I kissed her, and I stretched out my tongue. I didn't expect that the original poison hadn't been cured, and now I got another poison.

Jiang Zuo despaired of this cruel and merciless world.

Qing Chi poured out a small black pill from the plain porcelain bottle, and said to Jiang Zuo, "This time... is the real antidote."

Jiang Zuo turned his head to the side in resentment, and hugged his legs tightly: I will never believe your nonsense again...!Big ass! ! !

Qing Chi held the detoxifying pill between his lips, and he put his face close to Jiang Zuo's eyes, his picturesque eyebrows and eyes were tinged with evil, as if he wanted to do the same, and let Jiang Zuo take the initiative to kiss him.

Those two light-colored thin lips parted with a seductive softness.

Jiang Zuo: Dog man!Want to trick me into kissing you again! !Think beautiful! ! !

Jiang Zuo, who had been deceived once before, clenched his fist and punched it down in a panic. Qing Chi held the small fist that was coming towards him, and pulled Jiang Zuo towards his arms, and lowered his head to hold the boy's mouth. The moist red lips that were kissed pushed the antidote into his lips and tongue.

The bitter taste of the medicine melted away from his mouth, Jiang Zuo pushed the holy monk and pressed his chest tightly, trying to find some water to swallow the pill, but Qing Chi refused to let him do so, he rolled the pill with his tongue The antidote pill was pushed deep down his throat.

The discomfort of the foreign object being blocked in his throat made Jiang Zuo's throat gurgling. The corners of his eyes were red, his palms were hard, and he pushed the person on him away with all his might.

The holy monk looked at him with a half-smile, and his tone was full of dangerous warnings, "... From now on, do you still dare to run around?"

Jiang Zuo: Whoever doesn't run away is an idiot! !I got the antidote and ran to the moon as soon as I got the guts to chase me! ! !

Swallowing, his throat was still sore from being pulled, Jiang Zuo clutched his neck tightly, a little scared, pretending to be obedient and shaking his head on the surface, intending to find the right time to steal the antidote and run away.

What makes Jiang Zuo feel ashamed is that since this escape incident, the holy monk seems to have gotten worse.Originally, every night when he got sick, his whole body was cold and he had to sleep with him, but at this time, the holy monk still liked to press on him, and while he was sick, he fucked him hard.

Let Jiang Zuo use his life to deeply understand what is called the two heavens of ice and fire.

After a few days, Jiang Zuo's face was so emaciated that he couldn't even hurt his butt. He lay on his back on the bed, weeping quietly: I feel a little wronged.jpg