Shit shovel officer he always collapses [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 14 Holy Monk Your Squirrel Has Arrived 14

362 Tempting on the edge of death: It's too erotic, continue, I can bear it.

Jiang Zuo: "..." Please withdraw your last words as soon as possible.

When the squirrel dumpling was attached to it, the warm fluffy touch around his cheeks still remained on his lips, and the holy monk's back was a little stiff. His silver eyes were deep and dark, and the pupil light flowed finely, as if there was a mass of melting in the depths of the eyes. The gloomy mood that can't be opened, and if you look closely, the lonely silver eyes are like an ancient well without waves, and you can't see anything except a coldness.His thin lips were drawn into a thin line, and his expression was cold.

Jiang Zuo: ... I checked the eyes, it's a mouse about to be beaten.

Jiang, the culprit, just wanted to eat a pear cake, but did not expect to kiss the dog, the holy monk, the rogue, and the mouse lay on the coffee table and pretended to be dead without saying a word. Gradually, a light velvet pink appeared.

After being suppressed by Jiang Zuo for so long, it is rare to grasp the handle of the host. 362 quickly took a screenshot, and clicked twice: ... the belly is pink, and it is quite innocent... Hey, hey, I want to post a circle of friends tell the world...

Jiang Zuo expressed his anger: ... pure love!My belly is bald! !Delete the photo, I will spare your dog's life! ! !

The more I think about it, the more I feel that Jiang Zuo is in a difficult situation, and shed bitter tears: I don’t mind losing my first kiss, but I still get beaten, and the dog system doesn’t comfort me, and I even took screenshots and posted them on Moments... It’s really sad for those who hear it, and tears for those who hear it... ……If God gives me another chance, to face the piece of pear cake on the mouth of the holy monk…

As if remembering something, the little squirrel, who was paralyzed on the coffee table and pretended to be dead, opened his eyes. His eyes were empty and he fell into the memory. After a long while, Jiang Zuo finally smacked his lips and murmured:... mmp , the dog's lips are quite soft...

362: "..." The host is...reflecting? ? ...Still reminiscing? ? ?

I lost my first kiss for a piece of pear cake, but after thinking about it carefully, the person who forcibly kissed the holy monk to play hooligans was himself... Jiang Zuo took a breath, and decided to throw the pot away first:... dog man, who told you to rob me pear cake!

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was right, Jiang Zuo was confident, and he didn't even pretend to be dead. He turned his fat body sideways, put one paw on the coffee table, and the other paw hugged his heavy belly, supporting himself round with difficulty. Tian Cheng's small body came.

The chubby meatball squirrel tossed on the tea table for a while, finally stood up staggeringly, Jiang Zuo let out a breath, wiped a few drops of sweat from his forehead, raised his head and stared at the holy monk He opened his dark eyes, revealing a ferocious gaze.

One cheek of the little squirrel was swollen and swollen, and his left eye was squished and small, only a black slit could be seen.With his efforts to widen his eyes, the two hairs on his ears stood up alertly, looking a little funny.

Without knowing it, Jiang Zuo, who thought he was super fierce, stroked his two small paws, and grinned fiercely, revealing two cute front teeth.

After setting up his posture, Jiang Zuo breathed out, his hind limbs were in a Zhama step, and he aimed at the face of the holy monk, quickly and ruthlessly...

A middle paw was erected.

Jiang Zuo is proud: a small middle finger is not a respect.

Qing Chi looked back blankly.

[Congratulations to the host!Holy monk excrement shovel value +20]

Um?He was ready for a fight with the bully holy monk, and Jiang Zuo, who had even put his posture in place, heard the system's notification sound, and couldn't help but be stunned: ...and even collect shit shoveling value after being compared with the middle finger?What is the mentality of a dog forcing a holy monk? ?

The task is finally about to be completed, and 362 is a little excited: the poop shoveling value has reached 79 points, and the host can pass the level by kissing the monk twice more!quick!While the target is not paying attention, pounce on him and suck him hard again! !

Facing the Bichi System that urged him to sell his body in order to complete the task, Jiang Zuo sneered: ...Does the Dog System have some basic reasoning and analysis skills?If you can collect 20 excrement shoveling points, it means that the holy monk is quite fond of... emmmmmmmmm... the one who gets the middle finger...?

Jiang Zuo observed for a while with his eyes open, and saw that the holy monk did not have any dangerous behaviors or movements, so he withdrew his super fierce posture, just stood there in a daze, arrogantly raised a fleshy forelimb, and continued to stand upright. his middle paw.

Qingchi stretched out his hand, gently pinched the little paw that Squirrel Tuanzi raised towards him, and brought it towards him.

Jiang Zuo, who was held by his middle finger, staggered a few steps forward, and when he was pulled closer to Qing Chi, the hand that pinched his little paw changed to pinch his cheek.

The arrogant expression instantly faltered. Unexpectedly, Jiang Zuo, who was a dog-forced monk, would sneak up on him with his big tail flopping, struggling to pull his neck and shouting loudly, "Meow————————————————————————————!"

Qing Chi fished out the ointment on the side, and squeezed out some on his fingertips.The pale green ointment was dabbed on the white fingertips, and it was inserted into the mouth that was opened when the little squirrel meowed, and touched the inflamed and swollen place in his cheek, and put the ointment on it.

His fingertips were slightly cool, with a clear medicinal fragrance, astringent in the cold, and a hint of bitterness curled up from the tip of his tongue.

There was a sudden coolness on his cheeks, and Jiang Zuo, who was twisting his limbs and fluttering, was stunned for a moment. When he realized that the holy monk was applying medicine to himself, he put away his paws and stopped waving randomly, then raised his head and obediently opened his mouth wide.

The holy monk's fingertips precisely pressed the swollen cheeks, and the soreness made the corners of Jiang Zuo's eyes turn red, and his eyes, as black as onyx, were covered with a layer of wet mist.

Although the holy monk's movements were gentle, Jiang Zuo still felt uneasy. He straightened his waist, his paws were tightly attached to the sides of his legs, and his bulging belly was also tightened.The pleasing little squirrel stood in a standard military posture, didn't even dare to make a sound, and tried its best to open its mouth as far as possible so as not to touch the holy monk's fingers, worrying that the old dog would force a bad mood on his cheek Pierce a few blood holes.

It wasn't until the tormenting process of applying the medicine was finally over that Jiang Zuo, who was in a cold sweat, slumped down on the coffee table, like a ball of ice cream that melted in the sun.

Noticing that the swelling and pain in his cheeks had eased, Jiang Zuo nodded with satisfaction, and affirmed the medicine application technique of the doggy monk: I have seen many pigs, and you are the most skilled.

362 Suggestions: The matter of kissing the holy monk is mainly your host's fault, or... take the target to a nearby hot spring as an apology?Just see if you can collect some shit value?

Jiang Zuo pissed: Okay, son!

362: "..." I hope the host is serious.

According to the GPS positioning given by 362, Jiang Zuo pulled Qingchi's trousers and led him all the way to a hot spring on the back mountain.

Under the cover of the surrounding trees, the hot springs appear secluded and quiet, surrounded by hot air, and the surrounding scenery becomes hazy and blurred in the mist of water, as if stepping into a fairyland.

Qing Chi looked at the expectant Squirrel Tuanzi at his feet, and after a long time, he slowly raised his hand and unbuttoned his robe.

It was obviously a simple undressing action, but under his hands, it gave birth to a strange and ambiguous scene.The corners of his slender and slightly raised eyes were stained with a hazy water color, like light clouds covering the moon, lakes and mountains.When he half-immersed his body in the smoky hot spring water, Jiang Zuo came back to his senses in a daze.

Qingchi leaned his bare back against the pool wall, and in the hot and humid mist, after a while, a few drops of crystal sweat gradually gathered on the back of his neck and back.

Holding his breath, the squirrel group took a step forward, quietly stretched out its paws, Xiao Xiaoli pretended to carelessly touched the monk's bald head, then retracted the paws at the speed of light before Qingchi noticed, and looked around guiltily. Pretend like nothing happened.

[It was detected that the host's curiosity value was too high, and the random task dropped: bathing jpg, binding object: holy monk Qingchi, the time limit is one hour, and the golden finger will be invalid if the timeout is not completed. 】

Jiang Zuo: ...I just touched the old dog's bald head out of curiosity, you son of a bitch, why did you cheat on your father?

362:"……"

If the random task is to take a bath, what is the difference between that and Shibamo?Jiang Zuo looked down and landed on the smooth back of the monk's head.

Rubbing the head...should it be part of the bath?

Jiang Zuo, who was trying to take advantage of the loopholes in the rules, stood on tiptoe, put his two paws on the head of the holy monk, and Qingchi closed his eyes firmly, as if he didn't notice the domineering squirrel on his head. Actions.

Seeing that the old dog didn't show any dissatisfaction, the courageous Jiang Zuo used his two fluffy forelimbs as a rag, and rubbed left and right on the head of the holy monk with great enthusiasm.

Jiang Zuo, who turned into a scrubber, hummed a song in his heart: rubbing, rubbing, on this smooth forehead, rubbing...

His whole body was sore and limp from rubbing his forehead by the holy monk, and he was tired from standing on tiptoes. Jiang Zuo's fleshy body leaned forward, and the whole soft, fluffy belly was tightly attached to the back of the holy monk's head.

It was a lot easier to borrow strength, Jiangzuo's belly was pressed against the back of the monk's head, and he continued to rub Qingchi's head.

Following the movements of the forelimbs, the fluffy and soft abdomen attached to the back of the head of the holy monk also rubbed gently. He didn't know where he was rubbing. Jiang Zuo's scalp suddenly went numb, and his whole body seemed to be hit by an electric current. He couldn't help shaking. Tail, eyes narrowed and hummed a few times.

At the same time, there was a pain from the tail, and Jiang Zuo was dragged into the pool of the hot spring. The sudden fall into the water caused Jiang Zuo to choke a few mouthfuls of water. He flung his short limbs in the hot spring trying to float up. 362 said with emotion: ...Maybe this is the feeling of heartbeat.

Jiang Zuo swallowed several mouthfuls of hot spring water, and his belly became heavier and heavier. Just when the whole mouse was about to sink completely, he was picked up by Qingchi.

Jiang Zuo spit out a few mouthfuls of water, patted his chest and panted.

After Qingchi fished Jiang Zuo out, he put him in his palm, and with the other hand, he brushed away the fluff on his abdomen, and separated the two short hind legs of the little squirrel, revealing...

Jiang Zuo's eyelids twitched: ...so...just now I was...

362 answered: Well, rubbing against the back of the head of the holy monk, rubbing, almost so cool that I was shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

Jiang Zuo: "..."

My grievance is great.