Shit shovel officer he always collapses [Quick Transmigration]

Luo Qinghe repeated with a strange expression, "Wow...Wow?"

Suddenly feeling that the name became pleasant to the ear, Jiang Zuo looked comfortable, showing an aunt's smile: Be good, Luo Er Gouzi.

"En." Qing Chi nodded to Luo Qinghe calmly, then took a step and passed him.

Looking at the Saint Monk and the squirrel hair ball going away, Luo Qinghe stood still and scratched his head in confusion: "...but the name Roudun...isn't as good as Wang Wang...?"

Jiang Zuo: The other party doesn't want to talk to you and throws a pile of shit at you. After eating, the confusion will naturally be resolved.

The moon was white and the stars were sparse, and the evening breeze was blowing. Jiang Zuo knelt in the palm of the holy monk dignifiedly, wagging his big fluffy brown-red tail with a cute face.

Fake smile all the way, but didn't even collect any excrement shoveling value until returning to the meditation room, Jiang Zuo: "..." Stinky man, it's too much.

In the meditation room, several young monks had already carried the tub filled with hot water for the holy monk, and the whole room was filled with mist.Jiang Zuo slumped on the coffee table by the window, feeling the breeze blowing in his face, thinking about his life while the holy monk was taking a bath.

The two targets that can be captured so far, none of them are good things, and they are completely different from the ones described in the book except for their appearance. The more he thinks about it, the more desperate Jiang Zuo questioned 362, saying: "Why are you fat four?" QAQ... Could it be that the book I transmigrated into was a pirated book? !

362 thought for a long time, and didn't know how to comfort the host, so he finally said: ... Please pay attention to the image of the host.

"..."

Jiang Zuo: Blocked, please contact Drift Bottle if you need anything.

Before Qingchi took a bath, he called the monk to move a screen for him.The screen is painted with dark colors and the rolling mountains. At this time, the holy monk bathing behind the screen is separated from the squirrels on the table by the window. Only a light-colored figure and the rushing water can be seen dimly. Voice.

Jiang Zuo secretly slandered: He was sneaky after taking a shower, he must be hiding behind and masturbating secretly!

There was a sound of "crashing" from behind the screen, and after a while, the holy monk came out from behind the screen, wearing a thin garment casually.

The belt around his waist was loosely tied, and the light single clothes were stained with water droplets that had not been wiped off his body, making them seem see-through.The semi-wet white shirt was tightly attached to his skin, and the warm complexion underneath was faintly visible.The hot water vapor painted a little moisture on the corners of his slender eyebrows and eyes, and the dry and thin lips were also stained with a shimmering water color.

The halo of the clear candle reflected on his profile, which was soaked in mist and became more and more confusing.

A few young monks were waiting outside the door, and when they heard the sound of water in the house stop, after a while, thinking that the holy monk should have put on his clothes, they knocked on the door.After entering the house, several people moved the bathtub out.A young monk in green robes followed behind them, bringing dinner with a food box.

After such a thing happened, the monks in the temple lost their minds to eat, but they could not neglect the honored guests in the temple, so Abbot Shun Ci asked someone to open a small stove, and made some vegetarian dishes and snacks for the holy monks. send it up.

The small dish on the tea table contains not many things, but everything is exquisite. Even the little squirrel who was rescued by the holy monk, the temple also prepared a small plate of melon seeds. The handful of melon seeds placed in the center of the plate The shell has been peeled, and the golden exterior is covered with a layer of crispy fried egg yolk.

Jiang Zuo rubbed his paws excitedly.

As soon as the young monks in the meditation room retreated, Jiang Zuo couldn't help stretching out his little black paws.

"Pa--", a bamboo chopstick hit his paw mercilessly.

"Meow!" Jiang Zuo withdrew his claws in pain, subconsciously called out "meow", and looked at the holy monk with a puzzled expression.

The squirrel hairball stood pitifully, Qingchi lowered his head, stared at the fat little squirrel's slightly protruding belly even when he was standing, and said coldly, "Have you eaten all the melon seeds just now?"

Sensing the gaze of the holy monk on his belly, Jiang Zuo stood up straight, took a breath, and shrunk his bulging belly inward.

The melon seeds just now?Jiang Zuo tried his best to think back, just now...could it be the melon seeds given to him by the protagonist Luo Qinghe...?

Um!Jiang Zuo nodded vigorously.

Qing Chi looked at Jiang Zuo expressionlessly, suddenly snorted coldly, and then pinched Jiang Zuo's fluffy cheek with one hand.The two fingers pinching Jiang Zuo's cheek were slightly hard, and there was a soreness on his cheek, forcing him to open his mouth.

Qingchi bent his finger again, and squeezed in between the gaps between the teeth spread by the squirrel's hairball. The finger went straight into Jiang Zuo's mouth, poking his thin throat.

His throat was poked by the foreign object in his mouth, Jiang Zuo shook his head in pain, a few tears flowed from the corners of his eyes due to physical stimulation, but the intruding fingertips in his mouth were merciless.

362's eyes are straightened: ...that...to be honest...it's a bit like beeping (silencing)———

His throat was poked, Jiang Zuo couldn't help feeling nauseated, he hastily pushed Qing Chi's fingers away, lay on the side with his tail pouted, and spit out acidic water and a little bit of broken melon seeds.

Qing Chi moved softly, gently stroking his back, but his silver eyes seemed to be staring at Ye Frost, and the chill invaded, "Eat... there should be more than that?"

Seeing that the finger was about to stab his throat again, Jiang Zuo was so frightened that he quickly stretched out his claws, and scraped out all the melon seeds that the protagonist had just given him, but he was unwilling to eat secretly and hid on both sides of his cheeks.

In the pile of hills scraped out, there were not only saliva-filled golden melon seeds, but also a large number of pine nuts, and a pear cake that was so mushy that the original appearance could not be seen clearly.

Jiang Zuo was disheartened: Snacks... gone...

...is no longer alive.

Qing Chi lowered his eyes, and moved the small plate of melon seeds to Jiang Zuo's body as if rewarding him, he picked up a melon seed, and slowly put it into Jiang Zuo's little paw.

Jiang Zuo angrily shook off the melon seeds in his paws: I am also a man with backbone!

The holy monk smiled instead of anger, he slowly raised half of the corner of his lips, and let out a hoarse voice from his throat: "...Huh?"

Jiang Zuo: ... Obediently pick it up.

When Jiang Zuo finished eating all the melon seeds in the plate, and he was lying on the porcelain white plate and flicking his tail, the night was getting dark, Qingchi got up, he looked down at Jiang Zuo from a high position, and ordered lightly, "You Sleep on the coffee table."

Jiang Zuo: "..." I won't get hurt this time, because my heart is already numb.

362 reminded: While the situation is right now, the host hastened to complete the random task [Rolling and Acting like a Baby jpg]!

Today has been miserable enough, I never thought that the system would ask him to roll around and act cute, Jiang Zuo: I will make you a suicide jpg

Jiang Zuo, who was not in the mood at all, had his limbs paralyzed, and rolled around the table twice in a half-dead state, with an extremely perfunctory attitude.

【Ding!Random mission completed!Goldfinger "not only didn't want to kill it, but even wanted to keep it in captivity after seeing it" was successfully renewed! 】

As soon as he heard the notification that the task was completed, Jiang Zuo stopped immediately, then turned his back on his back, and pointed his big butt at the holy monk.

Jiang Zuo: Get lost, you stinky man, leave my world gracefully with your two-meter super-large and long gold-encrusted princess bed.

A gust of cool wind blew outside the half-opened window, Jiang Zuo kicked his soft and fleshy hind limbs, hugged his fluffy and soft tail that could serve as a quilt, the breeze blew the thin layer of fluff on his back, look It looked bleak and pitiful.

There was no sound for a long time behind him, Jiang Zuo secretly rubbed his ears and raised his ears, secretly vigilant, worried that the old dog who was uncertain behind him would suddenly want to use some means to play with his miserable body and mind.

"...That's all."

However, after waiting for a long time, Jiang Zuo only waited for a soft sigh, and as the sky spun for a while, his body lightened, and then his small body fell into the soft white brocade fur like a cloud.

Jiang Zuo breathed out comfortably, but didn't react for a while. When he realized that he was lying on the bed, Jiang Zuo was a little confused: The dog forced the holy monk to let me sleep on the bed...then where does he sleep?

[Congratulations to the host for getting the opportunity to share the same bed, shit shoveling value +5]

Never expected to sleep together, Jiang Zuo: No, I don't care.

Today it was rare for Jiang Zuo to let go of his dignity and throw himself into the arms of the holy monk, but was rejected.

Qing Chi turned around and pinched off the lanterns. Following the rustling sound from far to near, he took off his shoes and lay down beside Jiang Zuo.

Jiang Zuo curled up, clinging tightly to a small corner of the bed, avoiding the holy monk as much as possible.

This afternoon, I just hiccupped a few times, and Jiang Zuo, who was almost drowned, was worried: If I snore while falling asleep, I'm afraid I'll die.

Jiang Zuo, who was worried about his life, tried his best to keep his eyes wide open, not daring to fall asleep easily, until midnight, when a gentle breathing sounded in the darkness.

... The dog forced the holy monk to fall asleep, thinking about it, Jiang Zuo gradually relaxed.

Panasonic became vigilant, and Jiang Zuo began to nod his head. As soon as he closed his eyes and opened them again, the scene in front of him suddenly changed, and he was again in the kitchen of the Zen Temple just now, with a few white steamed buns scattered on the ground.

Seeing a bright flame, Jiang Zuo found himself lying in the arms of the protagonist, and he was casting a begging and regretful look at the holy monk beside him.

The holy monk looked back at him expressionlessly, and when he was about to look away indifferently, a sudden gust of wind hit, Jiang Zuo opened his eyes with difficulty, and all the people and objects around him were swallowed by the gust of wind and blown away, and the surroundings were pitch black The night was dark, and the holy monk was drenched in the torrential rain. He hoarsely shouted at Jiang Zuo: "Forget about him! I'll steal the battery car to support you!"

Jiang Zuo:? ? ?

When Jiang Zuo was still in a daze, Luo Qinghe, who was holding him, suddenly lowered his head, and exhaled at him ambiguously. The gas condensed into ice when it met Jiang Zuo's fur, forming a thin layer of ice. A layer of frost made Jiang Zuo feel cold all over, his teeth chattering up and down.

Looking up again, Luo Qinghe's facial expression suddenly twisted, he opened his bloody mouth, grew sharp blue fangs, and bit Jiang Zuo——

Jiang Zuo's heart shrank, he opened his eyes suddenly and sat up straight.

Panting heavily, Jiang Zuo couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief when his pupils focused and looked around clearly, it turned out he was dreaming...

...That's right... How can there be a battery car in this world for a holy monk to steal... um... no... How can an old dog force a holy monk to steal a battery car?

After returning to his consciousness, Jiang Zuo realized that the chill he felt in the dream was not a dream. The chill in the night invaded from all directions, and Jiang Zuo shivered from the cold, as if he was in an ice cave: Why...why is it so...cold? ...Which...stupid, idiot...turned on the air...air conditioner...?

Jiang Zuo shrank his body from the cold, and the soreness in his abdomen became obvious when his hind legs were bent like this.

Now that the random task has been completed, the golden finger can still be used, and I don't have to worry about getting up to go to the bathroom and waking up the target and killing him. The monk went outside to use the toilet.

Unexpectedly, just as he stepped on the holy monk's pillow, Qingchi suddenly opened his eyes.A slight sound of wind broke through the air, and it already tightly squeezed Jiang Zuo's throat.

A bone-piercing chill came down the holy monk's icy fingertips, causing Jiang Zuo to tremble twice, his teeth chattering.

Jiang Zuo: Damn, the holy monk is the past life of Haier Air Conditioner? ? ?

362: ? ? ?

The holy monk's slender eyebrows were slightly twisted, and it could be seen that he was trying his best to restrain himself. His slightly curled long eyelashes were covered with frost, his fingertips were trembling, and even the force of pinching Jiangzuo's neck was much lighter. .

The moonlight poured down, and the holy monk's bloodless face was half hidden in the shadows, and his eyes were dull and out of focus.

His throat was pinched, and Jiang Zuo struggled to squeeze out a weak "meow" from his throat.

I don't know if it's the pain that's gone, or the golden finger has played a role, Qing Chi softened his hand and let out a muffled snort.

Jiang Zuo gloated a little, taking advantage of the old dog forcing the holy monk to be insane, he stepped on his face with a few paws: Hahahahahaha, you big pig elbow, you didn't expect it today, did you?

【Ding!It is detected that the host's gloating mood is too high, and a random task will be dropped: sleeping in the arms jpg, binding object: holy monk Qingchi, time limit 3 hours. 】

Jiang Zuo was startled: ... the dog forced the holy monk so much, can't I even gloat? ? ?

362: The cheat time is only 3 hours, please hurry up the host.

Jiang Zuo, who couldn't live without golden fingers, hesitated for a while, then ruthlessly slipped into the slightly open skirt of the holy monk, pressed against his chest tightly, his cold teeth chattering.

The little squirrel got into his arms, and the beating sound of its fragile heart under the fur came through the fluffy chest.So weak, so subtle, it seems that only one finger is needed to cut off the thumping and disturbing heartbeat.

The fluff scrapes on the skin and itches a little.

Even so, the heat of the ironing stick was so tightly attached to his chest, a trace of heat gradually faded away at the place of contact, and even the blood from the fingertips began to thaw and flow.

Seeing that the holy monk suddenly fell silent, Jiang Zuo raised his head strangely: 2 ah...the old dog can't...you must have been frozen to death...

362: Probably... not yet... right...

After an unknown amount of time, Qingchi slowly raised his arms, tightened his arms, and encircled the squirrel hair ball curled up into a small ball in his arms.

[Congratulations to the host, shit shoveling value +10]

Jiang Zuo was so cold that his mind began to be a little blurred, so he had to spread his limbs, thumping his short legs and paddling vigorously on the holy monk's chest, trying to rub against the smooth chest to make a fire.

After a long time, there was warmth gradually under the quilt, and the skin under the fluff gradually began to warm up. Jiang Zuo drooped his eyelids tiredly, and fell asleep in the arms of the holy monk.

The next day, Jiang Zuo was woken up by urinating.

Unable to bear it, Jiang Zuo kicked his legs, trying to slip out of the arms of the holy monk.

Sensing the fuzz in his arms, Qing Chi opened his eyes, the silver eyes were clear and sparkling, as if he had been awake for a while.

Pinching Jiang Zuo's puffy cheek, Qingchi narrowed his eyes slightly, and threatened, "What happened last night...don't let it out."

Jiang Zuo trembled in fright.

With this trembling, the soreness and urgency of the lower abdomen rushed up, Jiang Zuo clamped his legs, struggling to get up from the arms of the holy monk.

Jiang Zuo fluttered his short legs: Get out, get out, I'm about to piss!

Qingchi tightly hugged the restless squirrel ball in his arms, and said coldly, "Where are you going—"

Before the words were finished, the little squirrel dumpling shook violently under the sudden pressure.

Gradually, the heat sticks to the wet fluff of the lower abdomen, and gradually spreads.

"..."

The holy monk's face was livid.

Jiang Zuo shed two lines of tears: ... I am very happy.

The author has something to say: If you write something that piss your pants, you will be locked!shocked! !

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