Shit shovel officer he always collapses [Quick Transmigration]

The silver eyes looking at him were broken, like a thousand lamps of colored glass, and seemed to be filled with some other obscure emotions.

Qing Chi stood still, the dim light passed through the silver lines on the paper umbrella, leaving a light pale shadow on his pale face, the autumn wind rolled a few thin raindrops, drifted into the umbrella, and fell On the corner of his robe embroidered with exquisite silver lotus patterns, his eyes were fixed, his voice was low and hoarse, and he asked Jiang Zuo once again, "Just... where did you go?"

Looking at the way the dog forced the holy monk, as if he knew that he followed the princess just now, Jiang Zuo felt guilty, and said bravely, "...just wandered around in the bamboo forest casually."

Hearing that Jiang Zuo still insisted on what he said just now, the holy monk didn't say a word, his exquisite eyebrows and eyes were slender, and the smile on the corner of his lips was condensed with coldness, he took Jiang Zuo's hand and continued to walk forward go.

Just as Jiang Zuo was about to break free, Qing Chi beside him slowly opened his lips and said:

"...if... cheating..."

His voice was very soft and slow, covered by the rustling autumn rain, intermittently inaudible, but the few words that fell into his ears were extraordinarily low and hoarse, hooking Jiang Zuo's ears The child felt numb for a while.

The holy monk didn't have too much expression on his face, like floating clouds, which can be dispersed by the wind, and his tone was also indifferent, as if he said casually: "...you have to die."

Being threatened all day long, his body and mind were already numb. This time, Jiang Zuo, who didn't take the holy monk's harsh words to heart, almost slapped his little palm: Yo, you dare to threaten me. sharp.

362: ...emmmm I think what the monk said is true, the host should be careful these two days.

Jiang Zuo shook his head, and refused: As a system, you are so cowardly, it really gives me a headache.

362: "..." Okay, then I'll wait to offer incense to you.

That night, after dinner, Jiang Zuo held his slightly protruding belly, nestled in the arms of the holy monk, and began to eat snacks again.

On the coffee table, the holy monk prepared a plate of crispy fresh chrysanthemum cakes for him, paired with a pot of white chrysanthemum Sydney tea.Pieces of fresh chrysanthemum cakes are sprinkled with small pieces of preserved apricot flesh, which smells elegant, and when you bite open, the shortbread outside is crispy and delicious, and the crushed chrysanthemum petals inside melt on the tip of the tongue, faint and sweet Afterwards, a little bit of astringent taste remained in the mouth. At this time, I took another sip of white chrysanthemum and pear tea, leaving a refreshing fragrance between my lips and teeth, with a long aftertaste.

After Jiang Zuo finished eating, he squinted his eyes and burped with satisfaction, and then 362 said: "Eating chrysanthemums to make up chrysanthemums is the same as your eating snow mountain plums to make up small plum blossoms... The holy monk gave you such Many chrysanthemums, emmmm, I think you should have a hard time tonight.

Jiang Zuo stared at the empty plate, then suddenly stopped, his eyes widened, and he glared angrily at Qing Chi, who was wrapping himself in his arms: ... dog man, why are your thoughts so filthy! !

Sensing Jiang Zuo's angry gaze, the holy monk with one arm around his waist glanced over lightly.

Jiang Zuo took a breath, smacked his lips to express that he was still thinking, and said cowardly: "...It smells so good."

362:"……"

Jiang Zuo was bored in the arms of the holy monk, and the evening wind gently blew in through the cracks in the window, blowing a burst of drowsiness wrapped in rain, Jiang Zuo drooped his eyelids, yawned, and nestled in the arms of the holy monk. Nodding his head in his arms, he fell asleep.

Not long after, Jiang Zuo was awakened by a loud "bang" outside the window. He dazedly wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth, and sat up on the slum.

The candles in the room were still on, but there was no sign of the holy monk in the empty meditation room.

Jiang Zuo scratched the pressed hair on his forehead, and said strangely: Huh?Where did the dog force the holy monk go?Was it killed, hehe, hehehe...

362: ...the holy monk and an unknown figure are speaking outside the window.

There was a gust of wind outside the house, thunder and lightning, and from time to time, two figures were reflected on the window with the light piercing through the night, and a young man's voice could be vaguely heard.

"Young Pavilion Master..."

"...You haven't taken a medicinal bath for half a month... The Pavilion Master said... If this continues... the cold poison will attack every night for longer and longer...Young Pavilion Master...the body may not be able to hold it..."

Jiang Zuo was startled: getting longer? !That's okay? ! ! !

The sound that could still be heard suddenly stopped, Jiang Zuo propped up the window, tried to poke his head out through the gap, and was about to see what was going on, when he was enveloped by a shadow.

Jiang Zuo, who was lying on the coffin by the window, raised his head tremblingly.

"Are you happy to hear that?"

Jiang Zuo, who didn't know how to answer, decided to support him: "It's... still?"

Unexpectedly, the dog monk changed the speed freezer every night and turned out to be poisoned!As winter gradually entered, Jiang Zuo, who still had to feel the double sky of ice and fire every night, probably pieced together some things based on what he heard, and decided to save himself: "What kind of medicinal bath to understand...? To be honest, every night is like this. It’s okay to freeze people in summer, but wouldn’t people be frozen to death in winter?”

Jiang Zuo muttered in his heart: dog man!If you keep messing with me while getting sick... I will really interrupt you a few times! ! !

The holy monk looked down at the boy who was half leaning out of the window with light red sleep marks on his face, and he pursed his lips tightly and did not speak.

Jiang Zuo persuaded earnestly, "Take a dip, ten years, just one hour a day, can benefit you, me, and him, why not..."

"...Because it hurts." Qing Chi uttered, interrupting Jiang Zuo's words, his voice was extremely soft, and it was blown into the wind after a while.

Jiang Zuo, who didn't expect such an answer, opened his eyes slightly in surprise.

There was no wave on the holy monk's indifferent face, as if the person who spoke just now was not him.

Jiang Little Smart Ghost Zuo blurted out a little excitedly: "Then how about I knock you out when you're soaking?"

362: "..." Not so good! ! !Is the host sure you want to hide at this time? ! !

The holy monk bent down, raised his eyebrows and looked at the person in front of him, with a smile on his face, "Why don't you accompany me?"

Jiang Zuo, who couldn't imagine how painful it would be to soak in a medicated bath, nodded without hesitation and agreed: "Okay, okay, for the sake of being so small and pitiful, I will reluctantly take a bath with you...

After a while, the holy monk called someone to bring hot water, and he poured the pack of dark brown medicine into the water, the clear water gradually turned dark, Gulu bubbled gray brown, and a tingling The smell of medicine filled the meditation room.

"Tsk tsk tsk, look at your delicate skin, it doesn't hurt at all..." Jiang Zuo, who stepped into the tub with one foot, looked disdainful, and was about to put the other foot into the tub, "... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The severe pain of bone scraping penetrated directly into the flesh and blood from the skin, as if the skin and flesh of the calf were cut off piece by piece by a thin knife, and even the bones were crushed to pieces. Jiang Zuo almost fainted, and immediately changed his words: "...Actually...you don't have to soak...you can..."

As he said that, he thumped his limbs and pissed and crawled outside: slipped away.

But Qing Chi tightly held his wrist, pulled him back into the water, and wrapped him in his arms.

The sound of "crashing" water sounded, the brown-black medicinal bath soaked the neck, Jiang Zuo twitched in pain, he bit Qingchi's shoulder hard, tears and snot all over his face: " ..." Dog man, you are cruel!Later, I will smash your insidious dog's head to pieces! !

Jiang Zuo was dizzy from the pain, but he was woken up by the pain after a while. He didn't know how long it took before he was carried out of the bathtub by Qing Chi and placed on the bed.

"It hurts?" There was a sneer from the tight chest, Jiang Zuo raised his eyelids weakly, his white lower lip had been bitten to pieces.

Lying weakly on the bed, Jiang Zuo's feeble middle finger trembled slightly: up... in... numb...listen...listen...have you heard...

Rao Qingchi's face paled a lot. He put some ointment on Jiang Zuo's bitten lower lip, rubbed it gently with his fingertips, chuckled, and said in a low voice, "...the poor monk has been since he was a child. , you have to soak in this medicinal bath every day..."

"The pain passed out, and the pain woke up..."

"When you are about to die from tossing... just use the Resurrection Pill to hang your life..."

His voice was hoarse and thin, as if it came from a distance, his voice was calm and emotionless, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

362 remembered the information he heard the night the main mission failed: I remember the last time Uncle Qinxuan came, he said that the poison was brought by the holy monk from the mother's womb...

Jiang Zuo paused for a moment, and vaguely conceived a Q version of the little holy monk in his mind, crying in pain in the bathtub, with red nose and red hair.

Since I was so tossed about since I was a child, it seems that there is some reason for such a perverted and twisted temperament...

Jiang Zuo stared blankly at the pale face that was almost bloodless in front of him, turned his head and snorted: ...Hmph, don't think that I will forgive your excessive behavior...!Your dog-headed father will still beat you!

Tired from being tossed about, Jiang Zuo was exhausted and fell asleep in a daze after a while.

The candle in the room suddenly shook twice violently, and then went out with a "crack", and the room was suddenly enveloped in darkness, only the holy monk's silver eyes gleamed coldly in the darkness.

Qing Chi hugged the young man who was breathing long in his arms, and asked softly, "Do you know who injected this poison...?"

Jiang Zuo slept a little unsteadily, he frowned slightly, and whimpered aggrievedly in his sleep.

After a long time, the holy monk stretched out his hand and touched his lips lightly. He pressed his forehead against Jiang Zuo's forehead and said slightly mockingly, "This is my father's poison..."

"He lied to my mother..."

Qing Chi stared at the face of the person below him, pursed his lips tightly and stopped talking, the thick ink-like black spread all over his body, like a blooming poppy.

In the dark night, the holy monk never closed his eyes. He looked at the sleeping face of the person in his arms, and pressed Jiang Zuo's lower lip with a little force, "...if you lied to me..."

On the second day, the sky did not turn clear, but became more and more gloomy. Dark clouds rolled, pressing the sky tightly like iron blocks, thunder rumbling, and rain pattering.

Jiang Zuo woke up leisurely. At this moment, it was raining heavily outside the house, and the room was pitch black. There were no candles lit, so it was impossible to tell what time it was.

He sat up from the bed and rubbed his eyes. From the corner of his eyes, he saw a black shadow sitting on the small cave by the window. He couldn't help being startled. Jiang Zuo held his breath and tightened the new layers of fat that had grown on his body. , puffed up his chest in a lack of momentum: "...I am very powerful...the kind that can slap a flying dog's head with a slap!"

Silver-white lightning pierced through the dark clouds, and Jiang Zuo could clearly see the person sitting by the window through the bright light.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and he felt a little depressed, "Why are you sitting there...why don't you light the lamp?"

The holy monk stood up without saying a word, and walked towards the direction where the bed collapsed. His soaked clothes were dripping with water, leaving a trail of water on the ground as he walked.

The light outside the house suddenly appeared, and a pair of blood-red eyes were faintly seen, and there was a burst of thunder. Qing Chi asked softly, "...you yesterday...to see the princess?"

Unexpectedly, he was discovered, Jiang Zuo puffed out his small chest, "Yes... so what? You care about me?!"

In the darkness, he could only hear a chuckle, and whispered, "I said... whoever deceives me... will have to..."

It happened that there was a loud thunder, Jiang Zuo didn't hear what Qing Qingchi said, he paused, looked at the holy monk in confusion, and asked, "Huh?"

Qing Chi stood in front of the collapsed bed, his slender figure outlined by his snow-colored robe, he raised a black thing dripping with water from behind, moved his wrist slightly, and pointed the thing in his hand towards Jiang Zuo's arms Throw it at will.

Seeing a black ball flying towards his arms, Jiang Zuo subconsciously caught it, his hands were sticky wet.

"What is it? A gift??" Jiang Zuo was confused, his eyes widened in the darkness, but he still couldn't see what was in his hand.

At that time, a bright flash of lightning outside the house lit up the gray and black, and the inside of the house also lit up for a brief moment. With this moment of light, Jiang Zuo looked at the spherical object in his hand.

On the ball, two staring eyes were wide open, the face was distorted, the black hair dripping with water was wrapped around the face like seaweed, and the scarlet blood was all over the hands, it turned out to be the daughter of the princess. head!

"Ah!" The hairs on Jiang Zuo's back stood up, his heart shrank suddenly, he threw away the head in his hand in fright, and then lay down on the side of the bed and vomited vigorously.

"...Don't you want to see her?" Seeing Jiang Zuo's reaction, Qingchi laughed mockingly.

"You...you...!" Seeing such a perverted side of the dog monk for the first time, Jiang Zuo was filled with fear, and he shrank himself back in a small corner of the bed, "You, you are probably sick Bar!!"

"I said... anyone who lied to me will die." After walking a few steps forward, the holy monk leaned over and gently twirled a strand of his hair.

The jet-black hair wrapped around his jade-colored long fingers, the face of the holy monk was shrouded in shadow, but the silver eyes seemed to be curled with black ink at this moment, entangled with a trace of cruel and ferocious madness, "But the poor monk I don't want you to die..."

"In that case..."

"...Then I will kill her."