sinovels Chapter 15 Holy Monk Your Squirrel Has Arrived 15
Chapter 15 Holy Monk Your Squirrel Has Arrived 15
How does it feel to rub against the back of the head of the holy monk, rubbing, and almost so cool that you are shoulder to shoulder with the sun?
362 is happy to answer this pleasant and a little shameful question for the host: Although I don't know what it is like, but judging by the host's appearance, it should be so cool that the coffin board can hardly be held down.
Jiang Zuo became angry from embarrassment: ... Qiaoli Magou System, are you Jie♂bao! !It's not about inserting something! ! !
362 Dazed: ...Jie♂bao? ...Cut, cut in? ?
362 suddenly understood the meaning of the host: "..." I didn't expect you to be such a host.
Having gone through the previous two incidents of Mimi posing with snow mountain plums and eating pear cake forcibly kissing, these are already the most difficult problems that Jiang Zuo, as a little squirrel, can encounter. The rubbing of the back of the head is nothing short of trivial, the little hooligan meets the old hooligan.
In just half a day, he unconsciously hooliganized twice, and each time he improved more than the last time. Jiang Zuo suddenly felt that he seemed to be... quite talented in this area?
I don't know why the host suddenly started to praise himself again halfway through introspection, 362 was a little speechless: ...Should I praise you for your talent?
Lying in the palm of his hand, the squirrel who had obviously done something bad not only failed to reflect on himself, but went into a daze on his own.The holy monk's face darkened slightly, his eyes cast a gloomy and cold gaze, and the corners of his brows and eyes were gradually covered with a layer of bloody frost.
Jiang Zuo came back to his senses, and after meeting the eyes of the holy monk, he immediately raised his two short forelimbs above his head innocently. !
The holy monk leaned his back against the pool wall. He curled up one corner of his mouth very lazily, poked his fingers above the soft belly of the little squirrel, and slowly uttered a few words, prolonging the final sound: "... how about... ..."
"...Cut?" He exhaled like a lotus, his brows and eyes were sparse, and his face seemed to be covered with Wushan clouds.When the cloud and mist were cleared away, the cold face that appeared in front of him was covered with a deadly and seductive sycophant at this time.
362 Shicheng: ...Need to help the host Baidu, will the squirrel die if it breaks a few?
Jiang Zuo burst into tears: ... I don't need Baidu anymore, if I break a few of them, I probably won't live alone.
Squirrel Tuanzi, whose limbs were indecently stretched out in the palm of his hand, was trembling with tears in his eyes. Tears glistened in his eyes, and he called softly, "...Meow."
Squirrel Tuanzi's voice trembled a little, and the vague ending wrapped in his throat was still trembling.
Goldfinger can only protect him from death, but cannot protect him from being cut.Thinking of this, the young and desperate little squirrel shed bitter tears: ...Don't look at me's jj doing some indescribable things to the back of the old dog's head...it was also a decent and cute cock before it was alive... ...
Squirrel Fat Group wrinkled his small face in pain, his swollen and wrinkled cheeks were crumpled like a swollen soaked orange, and the wet tear stains stuck to the fluff around his eyes, making him look so tender. The eyeballs, which were squeezed by the swollen cheeks and were almost invisible, became smaller and smaller.
The holy monk lowered his eyes, his eyes glanced at a small pink part hidden in the little squirrel's furry belly, and he couldn't help but pause.
[Congratulations to the host!Holy monk excrement shovel value +1]
Jiang Zuo stopped crying like a storm: What? ? ?
Looking up, he saw that the holy monk had returned to his pale eyes. Jiang Zuo followed Qingchi's gaze, and saw his two fleshy hind limbs that were still wide open, and a certain part of himself that had made a mistake , pointed at the face of the holy monk very impolitely.
Jiang Zuo quickly closed his legs, sat up straight, and used his two paws to push the few sparse hairs on his abdomen to the middle, covering a certain shameful position, then straightened his waist, and knelt down obediently In the palm of the holy monk.
Jiang Zuo suddenly felt something was wrong: ...Wait, what does it mean when you see my Ding Ding shovel value suddenly increase by 1? ? ?
362 didn't answer, but said: It is detected that the current situation is suitable, the host hastened to do the random task [Scrubbing jpg].
In order to avoid Shibamo rubbing the head of the holy monk, it turned into friction, but in the end Jiang Zuo still did not escape Shibamo: "..." Close my little ears, I can't hear anything.
After thinking about the consequences of losing the golden finger, Jiang Zuo resigned to his fate and dipped his wet tail into the hot spring. After soaking in the water, it was soft and hot, and carefully reached the holy monk's chest, tentatively touching it. Touched, and then helped him to take a bath.
【Ding!Random task: take a bath jpg completed!Golden Finger renewed successfully! 】
Unexpectedly, the task was completed so quickly, and Jiang Zuo retracted his tail ruthlessly and quickly when he heard the notification sound.
The holy monk stretched out two fingers, pinched Jiang Zuo's big tail that was about to be taken away, and motioned him to continue.
Jiang Zuo is super fierce: ... dog man, are you worthy!
The holy monk opened his eyes and glanced over, Jiang Zuo immediately put on a cute expression, wagged his tail and continued to take a shower.
Jiang Zuo absently rubbed Qing Chi's chest, while thinking about the law of collecting excrement value.Even in that incident just now, he didn't break his limbs, and unexpectedly collected the value of shoveling shit, Jiang Zuo suddenly realized: ...It really is the pursuit of wealth and insurance, and it seems that the value of shoveling shit is also like this!
Jiang Zuo, who found out the secrets of customs clearance, submerged his entire tail in the water, then threw it out of the water forcefully, and slapped the holy monk's face with a "slap".
Jiang Zuo is very happy: Hee, hee hee hee, the old dog has a bad face, I will give you a few touch-ups for free.
362: ...The host is really getting bolder.
Jiang Zuo cocked his tail proudly: I have gold fingers, what am I afraid of? Do you believe that not only will I not die, but I can also collect shit value?
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So the holy monk who went back after soaking in the hot spring that day had a cold face, and there was still a red mark on the right side of his fair face.And the little squirrel on his shoulder hugged the ear that hurt like it was about to be twisted off, and dared not make a sound with red eyes.
Covering his injured ear with distress, Jiang Zuo burst into tears: ... I am not happy.
After soaking in the hot spring, the sun has already set to the west, and a few faint clouds are lingering in the sky. Qingchi took the squirrel dumpling on his shoulders and did not return to the Zen room. direction to go.
The sudden appearance of the holy monk in the back kitchen caused a panic in the kitchen.A few young monks hurriedly put down what they were doing, wiped their wet hands on the gray robes, looked worshipful, blinked their eyes, and approached them respectfully, asking the holy monk what he wanted.
Qingchi asked a monk to prepare a small pot of purple sand jars, and asked someone to prepare some crispy pears and white fungus. When the ingredients were ready, he saw him lightly rolling up his silver-patterned cloud sleeves, as if he was going to cook by himself .
The chefs and monks turned pale with fright, and tried to dissuade them repeatedly, "Leave us any orders from the holy monk...don't get your hands dirty..."
Jiang Zuo lay on the shoulders of the holy monk, his two pitiful ears half hanging in front of his eyes, he stretched out his little paws, licked them wet with his tongue, and then rubbed the two hairs on his ears.
Several young monks dissuaded the old dog from forcing the process to be a bit boring. Jiang Zuo, who was sleepy after soothing his ears, yawned, kicked his short legs from the holy monk's shoulders, and climbed softly on top of his head, lifting the heavy The belly was softly attached to the monk's head, and then he fell asleep with his tail tightly hugged.
Jiang Zuo slept very deeply this time, until a faintly seductive fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose, which woke up the hungry Jiang Zuo.
There was mist floating in the meditation room, probably because Qing Chi had just finished bathing, and in front of Jiang Zuo, there was a delicate small purple clay pot.
Jiang Zuo stood up curiously, poked his head and looked into the purple sand pot, the water in the pot had evaporated, and there was a crispy yellow pear lying quietly inside, the peel became soft and wrinkled after simmering. It broke open with a light poke, revealing the amber-colored pear flesh inside, and a burst of sweet and refreshing fragrance came to the nostrils.
Qing Chi sat on a small table beside him, scooped up a piece of pear meat with a small spoon, and handed it to Jiang Zuo's mouth.
Take a sip, the lips and teeth will be fragrant.
Jiang Zuo, who was too slow to eat with a small spoon, leaned his whole fleshy body into the purple sand pot, the rounds of fat around his waist tightly blocked the mouth of the pot, revealing only two flopping short legs, Cheerful big tail.
Jiang Zuo, who quickly ate up all the crispy pears, hugged the empty purple sand pot contentedly, sat on the window sill, blowing the evening breeze, licking the edge of the pot from time to time, smacking his small mouth, savoring the taste in his mouth Sweet taste.
Stretching a book on his knees, the holy monk lowered his head and read the book as if he had no distractions.
[Congratulations to the host!Holy monk excrement shovel value +10]
Jiang Zuo:? ? ?
Jiang Zuo turned his head and said confusedly: Huh?Isn't the dog forcing the holy monk reading a book? ? ?
The evening breeze blows into the house with the coolness of autumn, blowing away the hazy mist in the house, the candlelight is quiet, and the holy monk is sitting on the small table by the window, with one hand on the smooth porcelain white teacup and the other hand stroking the scroll Yellowed footer.
Putting aside the purple sand pot that he had licked until he could no longer taste it, Jiang Zuo held his bulging cheeks with two small paws, looked up at a waning moon in the sky, belched, and blew leisurely wind.
362 reminded: At present, the shit shoveling value has been successfully collected to 90 points. Remind the host, once the shit shoveling value reaches 90, it will enter the difficult mode of collection.
Jiang Zuo didn't care: What is the difficult mode, hurry up and clean up, I will already be in the next world by this time tomorrow.
362 patiently explained: After the shit-shoveling value reaches 90 points, the target may have some paranoid behaviors. I hope the host can survive it smoothly.
Jiang Zuo not only didn't listen, but also said: "Okay, Dad listens to you!"
362:"……"
At this time, the room was silent, only the faint sound of breathing could be heard.
Squirrel Tuanzi didn't even sleep peacefully, but at this moment, he was sitting obediently and curled up with the purple sand jar in his arms.Qing Chi's eyes that fell on the pages of the book unconsciously moved away, and looked at the fat squirrel beside him.
The chubby squirrel meat ball is lifting its small head, looking at the moon outside the window motionlessly, the fluff on its body fluctuates slightly in the evening wind.
The afterglow of the moonlight shone on the little squirrel, casting a small gray shadow on the coffee table.
The holy monk's eyelashes moved slightly, and his index finger resting on the edge of the smooth teacup paused for a moment, before accidentally dipping a piece of warm tea on his fingertips.
Qing Chi lowered his eyes, covering those silver eyes, and sat without saying a word.After a long time, he gently lifted his tea-stained fingertips and placed them casually on the coffee table.
The shiny fingertips dipped in light tea were gleaming, and they were right next to the shadow of the squirrel dumpling.
The wind gradually tightened, and the fragrance of tea in a room was blown to pieces.
"Ah————" Jiang Zuo, who was sitting at the window and was blown into a fool by the wind, sneezed loudly and shook the tip of his nose.
The holy monk came back to his senses, he stared at the water stain left on the coffee table, as if he was a little surprised by his actions just now, his complexion suddenly sank, his slender eyebrows frowned, a trace of crimson scarlet flashed across Silver eyes.
Feeling cold in his stomach, Jiang Zuo lowered his head in bewilderment, only to see that on his snow-white belly, the bald fluff hadn't grown out yet, and when the wind blew it, it exposed several layers of belly with light pink underneath. Meat.
"Meow." The holy monk called out suddenly.
Jiang Zuo moved his ears on his head and looked back.Before he could see anything clearly, he felt a blur in front of his eyes, and the swollen cheeks were pinched by the holy monk.
Jiang Zuo who was pinched for no reason:! ! ! ... This tm is the legendary mouse sitting by the window, and the pot comes from the sky? ! !