Shit shovel officer he always collapses [Quick Transmigration]

Abbot Shunci fell to the ground, covering the mouth of his face that was dripping with blood, his withered face was tightly wrinkled, and the grooves on his face were filled with sticky tears and snot, and he moaned weakly.Seeing people intruding into the hall, he raised his bloody face and said in a panic, "Young Master Luo...help...help...quickly save this old man...! Holy Monk...he's in a daze Already!"

The heavy wooden door of the main hall was wide open, and the solemn cold wind blew into the hall, blowing away the purple smoke of sandalwood that permeated the hall. The protagonist with a dark face stood at the door, saw the scene inside the hall clearly, and stepped into the hall quickly , holding the sword in one hand, pointed the cold blade in his hand at the holy monk.

Qing Chi turned his head, his indifferent gaze did not fall on Luo Qinghe who was pointing a sword at him in front of him, but passed him, and lightly swept over the man in black kneeling by the door with his hands tied, and then Falling behind Luo Qinghe was a young man wrapped in a thin quilt who seemed to be in deep thought.

The boy's small body was tightly wrapped under a thin white quilt, only his black hair was messy, and the rain-soaked black hair was wetly attached to his face. The extreme jet black covered his fair face. His face was even paler.

Seeing that Jiang Zuo not only didn't stay in the meditation room properly, but also got involved with Luo Qinghe again, the holy monk's complexion was dark, and the thin blade in his hand slightly pierced his fingertips, and the tingling pain on his fingers flowed into the blood , the ups and downs of the blood in his body, the cruelty and bloody aura raging like an iceberg breaking in the half-closed silver eyes.

"The holy monk... I'm afraid he is the real murderer behind these murders in the temple?" Luo Qinghe's face was stern, but his usually gentle voice was now full of iron-like heaviness.

"The people who were brutally killed... all happened to escape to Qingyun Temple from a small temple on the mountain in the suburbs of Xicheng... Uncle Ruyuan, Uncle Danqiu, and the rest... Only Abbot Shunci is left."

The holy monk remained silent, as if what Luo Qinghe uttered were not heavy words accusing him of killing, but some insignificant and meaningless sounds, which could be ignored and ignored. He stared at Jiang Zuo closely, gloomy His eyes seemed to swallow him alive.

Jiang Zuo was stared at his buttocks tightly, and tried to ignore the gaze cast by the holy monk: emmmmm, although he didn't quite understand what he was saying, but he felt that he was speaking very well, his hands were about to move and he even wanted to clap his hands.

362 is a little tired: ... the host please restrain yourself at the critical moment, don't be rash!

"The holy monk staged an assassination scene that day. First, he wanted to relax the vigilance in the temple... Second, he wanted to get the antidote from Uncle Qinxuan, right?"

"... On the day Uncle Danqiu disappeared, the knife mark on the back of the holy monk's hand was probably not accidental while carving something, but was scratched by Uncle Danqiu...? And found that Uncle Ruyuan On the day when the arm was severed, that is, the day when the little squirrel was rescued, the holy monk deliberately disappeared and asked the young monks in the temple to look for someone everywhere, but took the opportunity to put the severed limb into the steamer in the Daliao..."

After stringing together the protagonist's analysis words, Jiang Zuo finally understood. He opened his eyes slightly and looked at Qing Chi in surprise.

Although the dog-forced holy monk has an unstable temperament and changes frequently, he has never been associated with the murderer who brutally killed several uncles in the temple.

362 Tell the truth: Isn't it because you are too hot?

Jiang·Staying by the murderer's side all the time·Never found any clues·Fat Fu Holmes·Zuo: ...Please withdraw your last words as soon as possible!

"Although I have found some clues before, I have never been sure that the holy monk is the real murderer... Until yesterday, I led the princess to the bamboo forest and asked about the real reason why the holy monk came to the temple. Today, the princess disappeared. It's..." Luo Qinghe pursed her lips and continued.

Jiang Zuo pricked up his ears and continued to listen to his analysis seriously, then suddenly stopped and turned to look at the protagonist, a little confused: Huh? ?The plot here is a bit messy, please pause for a moment.

Qing Chi followed Jiang Zuo's line of sight, looked sideways at Luo Qinghe, he smiled lazily and bewilderingly, and his cold voice was full of disdain and indifference, "... so what?"

"...Even if the person was killed by a poor monk..."

"...Then what can you do?"

Sensing the strong killing intent, Luo Qinghe tightened every inch of his body, he was on guard, pointing at the holy monk's sword, which was shining with cold light, without shaking at all, "If the holy monk is obsessed with obsession, don't blame me!" ..."

Qingchi chuckled, and moved forward slightly. Seeing that he seemed to be moving, Luo Qinghe stared at him with cold electricity. His wrist moved slightly, and the silver sword in his hand turned into a sharp cold sword. Mang stabbed in the direction of the holy monk.

Jiang Zuo strung together all the protagonist's words and went through them carefully in his mind, and found that according to the protagonist's reasoning and analysis, all the details seemed reasonable, and the last few ambiguous words of the dog monk seemed to admit it. The point that doesn't make sense is, what is the motive of the holy monk's murder?

362: Did the host confirm that the murderer is a holy monk?Please note that there is only one chance for side quests, if you answer incorrectly, the quest will fail.

Jiang Zuo, who was originally a little sure, was shaken after hearing 362's words, and suddenly became a little uncertain. He decided to make sure again. He squatted down, poked and knelt by the side, his hands were cut back and tied behind him Live the men in black.

"Then what... is the holy monk really a murderer...?" Jiang Zuo asked in a low voice.

The man in black kneeling on the ground had just had his chin removed and hadn't been connected, his mouth could only be drooling from ear to ear, his eyes anxiously followed the white figure in front of him.

Jiang Zuo: ... If you don't speak, I will take it as your acquiescence?

Among the stabbing swords, the holy monk turned his body unhurriedly, dodging one by one, his snow-colored robe drew lines like flowing water in the air, like an elegant cat Teasing prey in the palm of its hand.He stood still slightly, holding a small round stone the size of a fingernail between his two fingers, and when he dodged, he flicked his hand towards Luo Qinghe's wrist.

With a numbness in his wrist, the unstable blade swung from Luo Qinghe's tightly clenched palm, and with a "bang", the silver sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

His eyes were red, and he raised his wrist to cut off Luo Qinghe's head. At this moment, the man in black who was kneeling on the ground suddenly opened his eyes wide. Jiang Zuo straightened up in confusion, and walked along He looked away.

The blood-stained abbot struggled to grab the sword blade that fell on the ground, raised it above the head, and was about to stab the holy monk viciously in the back.

The gust of wind came whistling, Qingchi's ears moved slightly, and he turned his body slightly, but he didn't dodge. He clenched the thin blade in his hand, and the corners of his mouth curved wider.

Seeing that the holy monk did not dodge, in a hurry, the man in black with limited mobility didn't have time to think about it. The veins on his forehead were bulging, and he used his internal force to forcibly break through the acupuncture point. He spat out a mouthful of dirty blood. At the same time, he quickly and violently slammed his head into Jiang Zuo's waist, knocking him towards the blade.

Jiang Zuo, who was suddenly bumped for no reason, had not had time to yell out, when the whistling wind stopped suddenly, the sound of the blade piercing into the body sounded, and the bone-chilling pain pierced from the back to the front. Through the chest.

Jiang Zuo's painful lips turned pale after being stabbed, he lowered his head, looked at the shining blade of the sword passing through his chest, and a sad teardrop flowed from the corner of his eye, Jiang Zuo trembled his lips and choked speechlessly: Why... it's me... again?

... To be honest, there is no need for him to block the knife at all... The holy monk can dodge even if he is a dog, why is this shit man in black so meddling in his own business?

If I knew I was going to die today... I dressed decently when I came out...

A flower of blood spread rapidly on the white sheet.

Luo Qinghe said anxiously: "Dafu!"

Qingchi's pupils opened slightly, he pursed the corners of his lips, and swung Luo Qinghe towards the big pillar in the hall.With the strong wind, his body slammed into the big pillar, Luo Qinghe fell to the ground, covered his chest and turned his head to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing the holy monk looking back at him with a terrifying and gloomy expression, Abbot Shun Ci widened his eyes in horror, and took a few steps back again and again.

At that time, a silver light flashed faintly, and a thread of red thread suddenly appeared in the throat of Abbot Shun Ci, and the red thread gradually elongated and expanded. Blood poured from between his fingers.

The holy monk stretched out his hand, caught the fallen Jiang Zuo, and hugged him into his arms. His layers of snow-colored robes spread out to the surroundings, and the half-sleeved sandalwood scented his nostrils.

The side face of his face was stained with the horrific bloodstains that had been sprayed just now, but the bloody aura in those blushing silver eyes was like mist evaporated by the morning sun, and disappeared in an instant, replaced by gradually rising A lingering tenderness.

The shadows of the silver eyes and pupils are cut, gazing at the clouds and the shadows of the moon, and like a pool of broken light sinking and floating, it is too beautiful to behold.

He hugged the person in his arms whose breath was weakening, but a childlike smile gradually appeared on his plain face, he bent down, and gently kissed the corner of Jiang Zuo's lips, "Block the sword for me ..."

"The poor monk... very happy..."

Jiang Zuo was in so much pain that he couldn't say a word: Well... I... I think... I can still save it...

He lowered his head and licked Jiang Zuo's lower lip obsessively. With the movement of bending over, the blade pierced through Jiang Zuo's chest slightly pierced into his chest, and then slowly and firmly penetrated bit by bit.

The tiny sharp blade cut through the fragile skin, penetrated deep into the body and made a slight sound, but he closed his eyes and licked Jiang Zuo's white lips lightly as if he could not feel the pain, and then pried open the slightly opened mouth. His teeth were closed, lingeringly rolled on the soft little tongue in his mouth.

Surprised by the self-mutilation of the holy monk, Jiang Zuo stared wide-eyed: ...

The bright red blood flowing from his ruptured chest snaked down the sharp blade and slowly flowed into the wound on Jiang Zuo's chest. The dripping blood was so hot that his fingertips trembled .

Until his cool chest pressed against Jiang Zuo tightly, without leaving a gap between the two, the bloody sword that pierced through Jiang Zuo and exposed from his chest also sank into his body.

The holy monk hugged the person in his arms even more tightly, and a stunning smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He coughed a few times, and coughed up a few flowers of blood, which fell on the pale lips, like blood falling on the corners of his lips. A few withered blood-colored poppies carry a decadent beauty that will destroy everything.

The beautiful Jiang Zuo's heart trembled.

【warn!warn! !The host's HP is dropping rapidly! ! 】

362 Anxious: Please the host confirm the murderer as soon as possible!

Jiang Zuo bit the tip of his tongue, resisting the extreme pain of dizziness: The murderer... the murderer is... a dog forcing a holy monk...

【Ding--!The side mission was successful!The countdown to the next world begins! 】

【Ten... Nine... Eight... Seven...】

Before his consciousness dissipated, Jiang Zuo faintly felt a cool kiss on his lips.

The kiss was extremely light and extremely cold, like a snowflake that fell on the lips inadvertently, melting extremely gently.

"Don't even think about...running away from...side..." A nightmare-like murmur sounded in his ear, Jiang Zuo's eyes darkened, and he fell into the darkness.

[Due to the failure of the main mission in the previous world, the new world has opened a low configuration mode]

Jiang Zuo's consciousness gradually returned, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself landed on a vast and boundless prairie.

Jiang Zuo was stunned for a while, but he hadn't recovered from the horror of the previous world.

When he finally realized that he had really escaped from the last world, he looked down at his tiny soles, and then turned his head to look at his back. Jiang Zuo suddenly realized: Hahahahahaha this world I am A handsome and majestic little wolf cub hahahahaha! ! !

362 hesitated to speak.

Trying to forget all the terrible memories of the previous world, imagining his vigorous posture in his mind, Jiang Zuo ran freely and heartily on the grassland, the wind blew his unrestrained and unrestrained, and the words thrown out of his mouth The tongue fluttered with the wind.

Jiang Zuo was halfway running, when he suddenly remembered the system notification sound he heard just before he woke up, distractedly asked 362, and said: 2, what does it mean to start the low configuration mode in the new world? ? ?

Before 362 had time to explain to him, Jiang Zuo caught a glimpse of a wild wolf wandering by on the grassland.

The wild wolf's fur was shiny, and the powerful and healthy muscles hidden under it could be faintly seen when walking.

After finding the organization, Jiang Zuo's eyes lit up, and he quickened his pace and rushed over: "Wolf—brother——!"

The wolf brother on the opposite side pricked up his ears, looked at him vigilantly, then stepped back a few steps, and raised his head to the sky, "Wow——" the wolf howled.

Although he couldn't understand what it was howling, but Jiang Zuo, who was trying to communicate and integrate into the new organization, flicked his tail quickly. He opened his mouth and roared very excitedly——

"Wang!"

Jiang Zuo:? ? ?

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