Shit shovel officer he always collapses [Quick Transmigration]

Those lips, as pale as water, were dyed with a gorgeous bewitching red, like a few small blood lotus blooming on the lips, in the cold and alienated, there was a charming and charming beauty, his two thin lips were slightly Kai, opened his lips but said——

"Meow meow."

The ear-melting voice is warm and sultry.

Jiang Zuo was so stimulated that he almost had a myocardial infarction, his brain was congested and his limbs were stiff.

Jiang Zuo complained to 362: Is it really okay for a holy monk in a country to open his mouth and call meow meow with such a calm and ascetic face?I hope the relevant departments can take good care of it.

Qing Chi raised his finger, and poked Jiang Zuo's protruding snow-white belly with his jade-like fingertips, and called out in a low voice, "Meow."

Looking at each other, Jiang Zuo: I have checked the eyes, it is words that people don't understand.

【Congratulations to the host for being named by the target!Shit shovel value +5]

Jiang Zuo:? ? ?

Not only didn't he die, he didn't do anything but listened to the holy monk meow twice and then got the shit shoveling value?

...I didn't expect that the golden finger was so easy to use. Jiang Zuo felt very touched, but what kind of shit name did the holy monk give himself?

362: I think it sounds nice.

Jiang Zuo: Alright, alright, now that you are gay, you can shut up.

362:"……"

With the blessing of the golden finger, the suddenly confident Jiang Zuo pouted his tail, picked up the broken pine nuts in Qingchi's palm, and then sat down in Qingchi's palm, piled up in layers The little belly meat bulged out in strips on his snow-white plush abdomen, squeezing each other tightly.

Without squinting, Jiang Zuo leisurely gnawed on the pine nuts, and finally burped loudly.

[...The host please pay attention to the appearance image! 】

Jiang Zuo smacked his lips: ...I shouldn't, because I'm just a little squirrel.

Holding the squirrel dumpling in one hand, Qingchi got up and walked slowly to the edge of the stream.

The clouds are steaming and the clouds are blending with the evening stream in the bamboo forest. There are a few pieces of half-gray and half-pink clouds rolling around the sky. Jinhui.

Feeling the oncoming breeze, Jiang Zuo hugged his fluffy and soft big tail, and rubbed it on his cheeks. The soft and smooth touch felt like a cloud in his arms, and Jiang Zuo shivered comfortably. shaking ears.

Holding his tail tightly, Jiang Zuo lay on his back in the palm of the holy monk, his paws facing the sky, and his short and fleshy hind legs kicked back and forth in midair.

362 reminded: ... the host, please don't relax your vigilance.

Jiang Zuo: Why do you talk to me every day? Do you want to sleep with me?

362: "..." Oh, fuck you.

Qing Chi squatted down, dipped his blood-stained hand into the cool stream water, took another handful of water to wash away the blood splashed on his side face and corner of his lips, and still held the river firmly with his other hand. On the left, he calmly looked at the squirrel in his palm lying arrogantly.

Under the soft light of the sunset, the snow-white abdomen of the squirrel in the palm is also stained with velvet powder.

Lying in the cool palm of the holy monk with his eyes closed, Jiang Zuo wagged his big fluffy tail and burped several times.

Qingchi withdrew his hand that had been immersed in the stream, half-closed his eyes, and a trace of blood mist quickly appeared in his silver pupils. In just a moment, he had tightly grasped Jiangzuo's tail, and immersed the ball of squirrel hair in his hand into the stream. middle.

Jiang Zuo, who was caught off guard and pushed into the water: ... I'm gurgling... rubbing... gurgling... I'm sick... sick... gurgling...

Autumn is coming, the stream is bitingly cold, and the fingertips pinched on the tail are also chilling. Jiangzuo's eyes, which he didn't close in time, are pierced by the stream, and the eyelids are swollen and sore, and the water rushes in. After closing his mouth and nose, the suffocation feeling was tightly squeezed in the lungs that had invaded the liquid, and a burning sensation gradually rose in the chest cavity.

Jiang Zuo flailed his claws, clawed at the air with all four limbs, trying to grab Qing Chi's sleeve, but he was in vain.His eyes began to darken, Jiang Zuo was flustered, mustered all his strength, struggled to keep his mouth above the water, and tried to activate the golden finger in a desperate struggle: "... Gulu... huh... ow... Meow... Gulu... What? Aw... QAQ"

Just when Jiang Zuo thought that his soul was about to go west, Qing Chi raised his wrist unhurriedly, and lifted Jiang Zuo out of the stream.

When the cool wind blew, Jiang Zuo, who had survived the catastrophe, couldn't help shivering all over his body, and the two tufts of hairs on his ears that were standing upright finally drooped down listlessly.His fluffy hair was wet and stuck to his body, outlining the curves of his fleshy figure.

362 made the final decision: It seems that you are not puffy...you are really fat.

Jiang Zuo trembled: ...Said...it was agreed...Goldfinger...well...

362: I don't want to kill, excluding marginal death and physical torture... Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Jiang Zuo: No...it shouldn't be...QAQ

Except for the last time he jumped off a tree in ignorance and was thrown to his death, this is the first time he was so close to death after he realized that if he died in these worlds, he would fail the mission and could not return to real life.

Qing Chi took off his cassock, and gently wrapped Jiang Zuo, who was so cold and stiff, into it. He raised his index finger, and rubbed against Jiang Zuo's wet belly.

Jiang Zuo shuddered again as if a cold poisonous snake had stuck to his belly.

Seemingly satisfied with his results, Qingchi withdrew his fingers, and he slightly raised the corners of his lips, "Stop arguing."

Jiang Zuo:! ! !

I wipe!I’m just belching a few times. If you think it’s noisy, you can’t be a monk. Sit and recite Amitabha Buddha, lie down and watch the clouds. Yunshu can’t take it anymore, so he commits suicide. ! !Convex QAQ

Jiang Zuo choked up, and transparent snot flowed out, sticking to the hair on his cheek.

Qing Chi wrapped Jiang Zuo in his cassock, hugged him into his arms, and finally turned back to the temple.

Nestling in the arms of the holy monk, a bit of warmth gradually brewed in his stiff body, Jiang Zuo shrank his limbs, stiffened his head and arched against Qing Chi's chest, trying to generate heat by friction The rat path perverted old dog was forced to burn to death.

At the entrance of the bamboo forest, two young monks turned their heads to look for something. They caught a glimpse of a figure walking slowly from the green bamboo forest. The two of them were very happy, and turned their heads and shouted, "I found the holy monk! Holy monk!" The monk is at the entrance of the bamboo forest!"

At that time, the sun was shining, and the corners of the white clothes of the visitor fluttered with the wind, and the layers of clothes rolled out of the wide cuffs.

The two young monks were suffocated for a moment, then hurriedly lifted the corners of their gray robes and ran towards them. When they got close, the young monk said in surprise, "Ah! Why is the holy monk wet?"

"—Wh, what's wet?" Before seeing anyone, I heard an old and loud voice yelling with a hint of haste.

At this moment, Qingchi has returned to his cold appearance. He lowered his eyes and stood quietly amidst the harmonious rays of the sun.

Abbot Shunci finally greeted him out of breath with the support of others, "Huh...huh...Ami, Amitabha...Holy Monk...are you alright...?"

"Where did the holy monk go?" Shunji, the chief disciple next to the abbot, was a little dissatisfied. It was obviously time for dinner, but he was called out to search for the holy monk in the temple.

Abbot Shunci hurriedly explained, "The temple is not peaceful recently, and Shunji is only worried about the safety of the holy monk..."

The little monk who passed the meal tonight was the first to find that the holy monk's room was empty, and he couldn't help thinking of Master Ruyuan who also disappeared before dinner a few days ago. The little monk hurriedly informed the abbot that the holy monk was not in the room After a while, the disappearance of the holy monk alarmed the whole temple.

Qingchi lowered his eyes, and he opened the moon-white cassock in his arms, revealing the dying Jiang Zuo wrapped in the cassock, "Just now the poor monk was relaxing in the bamboo forest..."

Qing Chi didn't finish speaking, but everyone realized it.

It turned out that I saved a squirrel that fell into the water...

Jiang Zuo was weak, and his paw moved weakly: cocked... cocked... numb... heard... heard... no... cocked... QAQ

A few monks in the front row suddenly exclaimed, "But this is a cassock bestowed by His Majesty..."

It was originally a priceless cassock, but at this moment, it was used by the holy monk to wrap an ugly and fat wet little squirrel. There was a lot of water stains here, and there were still a few pieces of green bamboo dripping with water. leaf.

"Worthy of being a holy monk... This is telling us with his own body that no matter how noble foreign things are, they are just foreign things, and far less important than a small life." Abbot Shunci murmured, then clasped his hands together in a low voice Read a sentence, "Amitabha Buddha, all living beings are equal, my Buddha is merciful..."

Jiang Zuo:? ? ?

I give you two seconds to withdraw.

Everyone looked at Qing Chi with a trace of more eager worship, even though he was only wearing plain and thin clothes, in the eyes of everyone, he looked like a god descending from the mortal body of golden light.

Just when Jiang Zuo was still feeling desperate for the people who were deceived, a crisp bell sounded, and then a green girl in a Chinese dress squeezed in with her skirts up and followed by several servants. A small goose-egg face with unfading delicacy and innocence, black eyes are lively, Qiong nose is straight, very pretty.

"See Princess." The monks immediately lowered their bare heads and saluted with palms together.

"...Brother Qingchi!" Her eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but lean forward when she saw the holy monk, with joy that could not be concealed in her voice, "Eh...brother Qingchi... why are you all wet? ?”

Qing Chi took half a step back calmly.

"Huh?" Noticing the squirrel held on the cassock by the holy monk, Chang Yu said angrily. Hurry up and put this dirty thing..."

Jiang Zuo: ...I don't like it, you can choose to commit suicide, it's pointless to embarrass me.

Qing Chi interrupted the princess's words, his tone was light, "Princess forgive me, the poor monk will go back to his room to change clothes first."

Chang Yu stared at it, and saw that not only Qingchi's clothes were mostly wet, but also a few drops of water were stained on his jade-like face.

Those few drops of water were crystal clear, and they slid down his slender neck, slipped over the bulge in his throat, and dripped into the messy and slightly open lapel that was rubbed by Jiang Zuo.

Chang Yu's cheeks flushed, and he didn't dare to look away.

Abbot Shun Ci hastily instructed the young monk to lead the holy monk back to the meditation room to change clothes, and also urged Wan Wan to be careful with the cassock bestowed by His Majesty.

The meditation room prepared by the temple for the holy monks is clean and bright, with a bed, a collapsed coffee table, and no other decorations. But if you look carefully, the neat brocade quilt on the bed is exquisitely woven, and the tea cups on the coffee table on the couch are shining. The warm color of mutton fat jade is not common at first glance.Even the spines of the rustling books scattered on the couch by the window were bound with gold thread, and there was a faint fragrance of bamboo leaves in the whole room.

In the low-key and luxurious meditation room, there is only one person and a squirrel left.

Jiang Zuo, who finally recovered, hugged his tail aggrievedly, leaving tears of remorse.

Jiang Zuo: Go to hell, you dog man who made me cry.

Qing Chi didn't care about Jiang Zuo's pitiful appearance curled up on the couch at all, he turned around and changed into a simple monk's robe, his whole body was plain, like the first snow on the new day, and his posture was picturesque.

Qing Chi grabbed Jiang Zuo's big tail and threw him onto his shoulder. Jiang Zuo, who had fallen to his death once, was so frightened that he pulled him on Qing Chi's shoulder. Shen fell again.

Pushing open the door, a young monk was waiting respectfully outside the door, he clasped his palms together and saluted, then walked ahead, leading Qingchi to the Zhaitang.

The two walked through the long corridor one after the other, and after a while, they saw a young man in green clothes striding towards them.

Before reaching the two of them, Jiang Zuo heard the system's prompt:

[Congratulations to the host!Protagonist shit shoveling value +1]

Jiang Zuo:? ? ?

Can you collect shit value without seeing people clearly from such a long distance? ? ?

Jiang Zuo: ... What about the agreed protagonist's risk level of three stars?What the hell are you kidding me? ? ?

The visitor has a handsome face, under the painted eyebrows are a pair of bright black eyes, his nose bridge is high, his black hair is tied up at the back of his head, and his slightly green face has the spirit of a young man who has just come out of the rivers and lakes. , when he saw the hairball on Qingchi's shoulder, his eyes lit up, and he jumped forward, "This is the little squirrel saved by the holy monk?"