Shit shovel officer he always collapses [Quick Transmigration]

Seeing that his own host was on the verge of breaking Pi's leg again, 362 kindly reminded: Please think about the consequences for Pi, the host.

Jiang Zuo thought about it seriously: Hmm!I think what you said makes sense!

This is the first time the host has shown his maturity and understanding, 362 feels a little relieved.

Jiang Zuo: ...Then I'll tattoo the words "dog man"!

362: "..." Awesome, if you die in the future, you will die alive.

Jiang Zuo rubbed his hands, unable to hold back his excitement at all, he rolled up the non-existent sleeve on his elbow, thinking in his heart that he would poke hundreds of blood holes for the dog monk to make up for what he had endured these days Physical and psychological trauma.

Decided to poke one or two hundred of them out first, Jiang Zuo held the needle and pressed it against the holy monk's chest. The black ink mixed with it made the blood on the tip of the silver needle somewhat dull.

With the downward movement of the wrist, the sharp silver needle pierced the surface of the holy monk's skin. There was a slight sound of the needle piercing the skin, and a drop of dark red blood popped out with a "puchi", matching the needle on the tip of the needle. A little bit of bright red and jet black melted into one again.

The candlelight crackled slightly, the holy monk half-closed his long eyes, and leaned lazily on the bed, the dim yellow and dim candlelight in the room flickered gently, flickering on his face, the gorgeous and charming The color is drawn between his slanted eyebrows and eyes, gradually giving birth to a charming and charming style, which looks very charming and charming.

With a shake of Jiang Zuo's hand, he pushed the needle, which had only penetrated a little, into the holy monk's chest with force.

Although he did something wrong, he had no intention of repenting and admitting his mistakes at all, and even wanted to let out a gloating pig cry, Jiang Zuo forced the corners of his mouth to rise: "...emmmmm, I accidentally stabbed deeply."

Jiang Zuo squeezed the corners of his mouth tightly, coughed twice, then pretended to be annoyed, and asked hypocritically, "...you don't blame me, do you?" With force, the needle was pulled out.

Seeing the blood dripping out of his head gradually condensed into a small round drop, and falling on the chest of the holy monk, Jiang Zuo, who was in a very happy mood, held the needle and decided to poke it down a few more hours. Kong, the holy monk pinched his thin wrist that was raised high and was about to fall.

Qing Chi took advantage of the situation and pulled Jiang Zuo towards his chest, and tightly wrapped him in his arms, the skin of the two of them pressed tightly against each other, brewing a little warmth.

Qing Chi rubbed Jiang Zuo's plump, crystal-clear and slightly raised lips with one finger, and said with a low smile, "...does it hurt?"

Jiang Zuo raised his head and looked at the dog monk in front of him in confusion, "It hurts...? What hurts??"

The holy monk walked around Jiang Zuo's waist with one hand, and pinched the two soft white peach flesh behind him with a hint, "Prick well, otherwise..."

The holy monk didn't finish his sentence, Jiang Zuo, who was a sensible person, shrank his ass and shed tears of honest people: ... ok, fine.

Because of being tightly surrounded by the holy monk, Jiang Zuo had no choice but to half lie down and half kneel in the chest of the holy monk. He clenched his fist in front of Qingchi, and slightly opened the distance between the two of them, slippery and soft. Xiao Taozi was raised high because of her prone position, and a hand with cool fingertips was placed on top of her.

Jiang Zuo didn't dare to do anything wrong this time, and the plan was forced to be canceled after the first needle was poked in Peppa Pig's ear. A small "Zuo" character was tattooed on the chest of the holy monk.

Although the pierced fonts were distorted and distorted, and the hand did not know how serious it was, the small needle holes pierced were different in depth and shallower, and the ink color mixed with blood beads smeared on the holy monk's white chest, which looked a little hideous and terrifying. But Jiang Zuo was still very satisfied with his craftsmanship: "Wow! You can do this for the first time with a tattoo, you are simply a rising star in the tattoo industry!!"

362: "..." I, who should cooperate with your performance, turn a blind eye.

Qing Chi wiped away the blood beads that came out with his fingertips, he raised his wrist, and put his blood-stained fingertips on the young man's pale pink lips.

The two powdered lips were painted with a dazzling color, the eyes of the holy monk became darker and deeper, and the strength of the fingertips rubbing the young man's lips gradually increased, as if it was about to ruthlessly squeeze the soft lips under his hands. Crushed it, and then dyed his breath all over his body.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not quite right, Jiang Zuo tried to change the subject, "Well, these few days...can you let me go out and have fun?"

"...Huh?" The holy monk withdrew his hand when he heard the words, and turned to rest on Jiang Zuo's ankle that fell to his side because of his kneeling posture. He narrowed his long eyes tightly, revealing a dangerous coldness in them. Mang, "...where do you want to escape?"

Jiang Zuo: You child, what nonsense are you talking about!

However, driven by the strong desire to survive, Jiang Zuo opened his mouth and retorted: "...Nothing! I just... just walk around... visit the squirrel relatives from before..."

The holy monk drooped his eyes, and the covered clear silver eyes couldn't see the expression clearly. He leaned lightly on the side of the bed, and answered slowly——

"it is good."

The holy monk agreed so quickly, 362 felt something was wrong, and reminded Jiang Zuo: "This time it went so smoothly, I suspect there is a ghost, the host beware of fraud!"

Jiang Zuo looked at the holy monk suspiciously, and the curly hair on the back of his head shook vigilantly.

Qing Chi stretched out his hand and pinched Jiang Zuo's sensual arm that was exposed outside, pondered for a while, and said: "...I'm getting fat, it's better to go out for a walk more."

Jiang Zuo: "..." Dog man!Do you really think I dare not hit you? ! ! !

After thinking about it, Jiang Zuo, who seemed to be really not daring, shrunk his shoulders pitifully, tried his best to curl himself into a ball, and swallowed his grief-stricken tears: ... way of suicide jpg

Considering what Jiang Zuo said about the pain in his butt, the holy monk thoughtfully applied medicine to a certain swollen part of him. Jiang Zuo lay down on the bed, and buried his burning red face into the pillow.

The young man clutched the side of the pillow tightly with both hands, his finger bones were a little white, and two small red ears were exposed under his messy hair.A smile emerged, and the holy monk couldn't help but leaned down, and gently outlined the lines of his back with a kiss.

That night, although the holy monk did not press Jiang Zuo under his body for the routine nightly fat burning ♂ fat ♂♂ exercise♂, he kissed him from head to toe until Jiang Zuo curled up his toes and his whole body turned red all.

After lunch on the second day, Qing Chi let Jiang Zuo go out for a walk as agreed last night.

He grabbed Jiang Zuo's little hand, put on the clothes prepared for him, squatted down, and put on white shoes and socks for him.

362 is a little suspicious: ...how refreshing?real or fake? ?

Jiang Zuo ran out of the door without even putting on his shoes: What the hell!Sneak away first! !

Qing Chi grabbed Jiang Zuo by the collar, and carried him back into his arms, "If you don't come back before dinner..."

Jiang Zuo, who was about to not come back for ten days and half a month, looked arrogant: Can you still eat Lao Tzu?I bother!

The holy monk surrounded Jiang Zuo from behind, bent down and kissed his ear lightly, then bent down and bit Jiang Zuo's neck, he snorted coldly, revealing a hint of ruthlessness in his tone, "...poor monk ...and fuck you to death in bed."

Jiang Zuo was tearful: ...This dog man has a lot of tricks...

Going out, I plan to find the princess first, but Jiang Zuo, who doesn't know where the princess is: ... emmmm, doubt life jpg

Jiang Zuo touched the neck that had just been bitten, and decided to find the princess' official supporting protagonist first, and then ask him about the whereabouts of the princess.

Jiang Zuo walked in the direction of the corridor, while tapping 362: 2, don't you have a positioning function?Help me find out where Luo Er Gouzi is now?

362 replied: The positioning service can only be used on the target. Since the failure of the main mission, there is no such thing as a target, so the positioning function has failed.

Jiang Zuo: ...I am so wronged that I want to cry.

Thinking about it carefully, the protagonist loves to eat so much, maybe he is grilling skewers in the bamboo forest right now, Jiang Zuo turned around and ran towards the bamboo forest, deciding to try his luck inside.

At this moment in the bamboo grove, Princess Changyu is carrying a vermilion skirt to the depths of the bamboo grove. She is wearing a scorching red skirt with waist support, and a Yonghua broken gold Huasheng is inserted obliquely on her hair. , the makeup is exquisite, and a crimson cinnabar is dotted between the eyebrows. It can be seen that a lot of thought has been spent on grooming.

Her face was full of joy, two red clouds floated on her cheeks, and she saw a white figure standing in the depths of the bamboo forest in the distance, she lowered her eyes and walked in shyly, when she got closer, she also Without raising his eyes, he just stared at the corner of the man's white robe shyly, and called softly, "Brother Qingchi..."

The man turned around, and he took off the straw hat on top of his head, revealing a handsome face with sword eyebrows and starry eyes.

Princess Changyu blushed and slowly raised her eyes. After seeing the person in front of her clearly, her face turned pale, and she couldn't help but exclaimed in horror, and stepped back several steps, "You...!"

Luo Qinghe bowed his fists to Princess Changyu, and he said slightly apologetically, "Princess Forgive me, I have brought you here today, I really have something important to ask."

Princess Changyu's face turned pale with anger, "...Bold! You actually used Brother Qingchi's name to deceive this princess to come here alone. Believe it or not, this princess ordered someone to cut off your head!"

Luo Qinghe felt ashamed in his heart, and couldn't help lowering his voice, "Princess, please calm down... I brought the princess here just to ask the princess. I'm afraid it wasn't the princess's responsibility to come to Qingyun Temple to fulfill his vow that day. Intention, right?"

Princess Changyu's face was full of anger, "Presumptuous! Why did the princess come to Qingyun Temple and what does it have to do with you?!"

"...Then why did the holy monk come to Qingyun Temple in the first place? Did he really come here with the princess by order?" Luo Qinghe asked anxiously.

It seemed that she was greatly offended, Princess Changyu's face darkened, and regardless of Luo Qinghe's questioning and persuasion, she shook her sleeves and turned her head, leaving angrily.

Jiang Zuo wandered around in the bamboo forest for a while without a direction, but he unexpectedly met the princess who was walking back angrily by chance. Jiang Zuo, who was observing secretly, was overjoyed and decided to follow the princess first to see her Where is her room, I will find a way to pass the note to her another day.

The guards in the small courtyard of the princess were heavily guarded, Jiang Zuo didn't dare to get too close, he watched the princess slam the door into the room from afar, wrote down the route carefully, and recalled it carefully several times in his mind until he ensured that the route was secure. Keeping it in my heart, I turned around and walked back.

Thinking about how to pass the note to the princess without being noticed, Jiang Zuo slowed down, lowered his head and walked reluctantly towards the holy monk's meditation room.

The sky was getting darker, the wind was getting tighter, and dark clouds rolled over the head, and suddenly, there was a heavy rain.

The autumn rain is cold, and the rain curtain is like a water-colored curtain, separating the road in front of us.The heavy raindrops slapped on the eyelids, and Jiang Zuo couldn't open his eyes, couldn't see the way ahead, so he could only rush around. Finally, he opened his eyelids and caught a glimpse of a small pavilion. He quickened two steps and strode across the steps Leaped into the small pavilion, shaking the water droplets on his body.

Jiang Zuo let out a long breath, and looked at the sky again, wondering when the rain would be less powerful.

Among the heavy rain curtains, the clear sound of raindrops slapped on the steps, splashing a hazy mist of water vapor.

In the hazy rain, one person from a distance was holding a brocade-patterned paper umbrella. He was dressed in white clothes that beat the snow, stepped down from the white jade steps in the distance, and came slowly in the misty misty rain of late autumn.

In the blink of an eye, the rain gradually subsided, and the thick rain curtain in front of his eyes was like a mist blown away by the wind, and the surrounding scenery gradually became clearer. Jiang Zuo narrowed his eyes, watching the holy monk grow lotus step by step, and walked towards him in a leisurely manner. Approaching in one's own direction.

Qing Chi stood under the steps of the small pavilion, looked up at Jiang Zuo, he stretched out a hand, and signaled Jiang Zuo to go over.

There are several steps away from the small pavilion under the steps, Jiang Zuo looked at the distance between the two and felt a bit of unspeakable sadness:...Now that we are all here, brother, can't we go one step further...

Jiang Zuo, who dared not speak out, took a deep breath, and quickly jumped out of the pavilion, covering his head with his hands to block the rain falling on his head, and quickly hid under the umbrella.

"Where did you go to play today?" The holy monk stretched out his hand to catch the visitor, and then wiped away the rainwater that fell on his long eyelashes, asking seemingly unintentionally.

Jiang Zuo raised his arms and wiped all the water off his face with his sleeves, "No, I didn't go anywhere, the relatives of the squirrels are not at home today."

The holy monk didn't say much, his cool palm wrapped around Jiang Zuo's soft little hand, and he pulled him back.

The two of them were silent all the way, only the sound of "tick" patting raindrops on the paper umbrella, and the slight sound of breathing when exhaling were left in their ears.

Jiang Zuo's eyes fell on the hand held by the holy monk. The gripped right fingertips seemed to be scalded. Jiang Zuo broke free suddenly, squeezed his fingers unnaturally, and said fiercely, "I'm not a child! Holding hands is so hot!!"

Jiang Zuo's two small red ears were steaming.

The holy monk looked at him, smiled and said nothing.