Shit shovel officer he always collapses [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 16 Holy Monk Your Squirrel Has Arrived 16

Sitting obediently by the window and blowing the air well, but being choked when he sneezed because of the cold, Jiang Fat Dunshu felt very innocent.

...Could it be that he sneezes too loudly?

Although I don't know what the dog's ears are made of, but I'm so cold that I sneeze, isn't it because the hair on my belly was broken by the old dog? !

Jiang Zuo: ... Dog man, I give you three seconds to get your dirty hands off.

The holy monk pinched the swollen and fluffy cheeks of the squirrel group with one hand, and with a little force with his fingertips, he squeezed all the piles of flesh on the swollen cheeks to Jiangzuo's resentful little round face. central.

362 couldn't help laughing and let out a chicken cry.

Jiang Zuo: "..." The laughter backed off, thank you.

Qing Chi's elbow moved slightly, he pinched the little squirrel's cheek, slowly raised his arm, and suspended the squirrel in his hand in mid-air.

The squeezed cheek flesh and the fluff around the eyes blocked his view, and Jiang Zuo, who couldn't see anything, only felt that the soles of his feet were empty, and those two short legs were hanging in mid-air, and he kicked in vain. After arriving at any place to stay, Jiang Zuo was so frightened that he curled up his paws tightly.

362 glanced at it and comforted him: You can't die at this height, don't be afraid.

Jiang Zuo: "..." I don't need your consolation, please give me more b numbers.

Jiang Zuo tried his best to widen his two dark eyes, revealing a trace of innocent eyes from the gap between the crowded cheeks. Conscience, and cleanses his filthy soul.

362: try not to laugh jpg

The one-sided communication of vision failed, and the holy monk who did not receive any signal from Jiang Zuo to awaken his conscience loosened his fingertips and suddenly lost his strength.

Jiang Zuo, who was falling down in a hurry, stretched out his two claws, and at the critical moment, he tightly grasped the position of the tiger's mouth on the holy monk's right hand. Shi finally became his burden, circles of soft flesh drooped under the call of gravity, pulling Jiang Zuo down.

The fat squirrel ball that was originally a ball has now been stretched into a long strip.

362 silence: ...as if watching a live ramen process.

Jiang Zuo, who was exerting all his breastfeeding strength, blushed. He shook his two little feet, drew his tail, lifted his butt and arched it upwards, struggling not to fall down.

Qingchi raised his finger, and lightly swiped up one paw tightly gripped on the tiger's mouth. Then, under Jiang Zuo's desperate eyes, he raised his arm, and casually gave Jiang Zuo the other paw. swept away.

The strip of squirrel that was struggling in his hand finally fell from a height and fell on the table with a "click".

362 Impromptu question: A wooden ball and a squirrel ball are dropped from the same height, which one will hit the ground first?

Jiang Zuo: "..." I only know that Squirrel Ball is in pain now.

Touching the belly where a few hairs were wiped off by the table when he fell down, he looked up at the doggy holy monk standing still with a calm face, Jiang Zuo stood up abruptly: dog man , you dare to bully my fat mouse, you must have the courage to bear the consequences!I will fight you to the death today! !

Jiang Zuo arched his back and rushed towards the holy monk fiercely. Under the anger, the adrenaline of the little squirrel soared. His movement speed was extremely fast, like a flash of lightning suddenly. A brown-red silhouette of him can be seen flying quickly in the air.

Even 362 was taken aback by the host's sudden potential.

The angry squirrel accidentally stepped on a puddle of water on the coffee table, slipped, and fell forward in embarrassment.

Fatty Jiang, who was handsome for no more than three seconds, shed tears of grief and indignation: ...Who is it?Sprinkle water on the table? ?

Qingchi opened his hand silently, and caught the squirrel fat ball that threw himself into his arms.Lowering his head, he looked at the little squirrel in his arms indifferently. His silver eyes looked deep, but clear, reflecting the dim candlelight. The broken silver and golden gold complemented each other, like river waves sparkling, clouds floating, Gorgeous and irresistible.

He stretched out a finger, and gently rubbed his fingertips on the little squirrel's lower abdomen where several layers of pink belly were exposed when it was sitting.

Qingchi's body temperature has always been cold, and the fingertips that were soaked in tea and dried by the air were even more chilly. The belly that was not covered by fluff conveyed the touch unreservedly, and Jiang Zuo, who had just been shaken, came suddenly shivered under the coldness.

His fingertips were stained with annoying tenderness, Qingchi lowered his eyes without saying a word, walked straight to the window, closed the window, turned around and flicked his sleeves, and put a few dangling lamps The candles were all extinguished.

The room was pitch black, and even the faint moonlight could not shine in the meditation room. Qing Chi went to bed holding the little squirrel in his hand.

Regarding the behavior of the holy monk pinching himself for a while and holding him to sleep as if nothing happened, Jiang Zuo expressed that he was completely puzzled.

Sleeping until midnight, Jiang Zuo woke up from the cold again, rubbing his eyes, stood up, and bowed to the holy monk: ... I will leave first!

Decided to sneak to the corner of the bed to sleep, but found that his tail was pinched by the dog-like holy monk, Jiang Zuo's heart throbbed: ... Man, I think your skin is itchy again.

The holy monk pinched the tip of Jiang Zuo's tail with two long fingers, and the protruding finger bones turned pale.

He tugged his tail vigorously but failed to pull it out, Jiang Zuo lay on his back on the holy monk's chest, touched his belly, and said emptyly: 2, I've been losing hair so badly lately, did I have some terminal illness? ?

...But fortunately, the hair on the legs is still there.

Jiang Zuo, who was somewhat rejoicing, stretched out his paws and touched the lush fluff on his short, fleshy hind limbs while thinking about it.Jiang Zuo's paw went down, and when he lifted it up again, it stuck to the leg hair of the paw.

Jiang Zuo:! ! ! WTF! ! ! !

362 appeared in time to solve Jiangzuo's confusion: the host should not worry, this is caused by your body's stimulation of the eyes by the alternation of light length and length to the pineal gland located at the top of the diencephalon in the cranial cavity and affecting the secretion of the pineal gland of……

Jiang Zuo's ears pointed, excitedly said: ... Pine cone?What pine cone? ?

"..."

362 took a deep breath, and decided to make a long story short: Winter is coming, and the host is moulting.

Jiang Zuo, who had been so happy for a while, collapsed powerlessly on the holy monk's chest, half dead.Probably because of the hot spring in the afternoon, the cooling time of the holy monk's quick-freezing refrigerator at night was shorter than usual. After a while, Jiang Zuo fell asleep soundly on Qingchi's chest, which had returned to normal body temperature.

In the early morning, the sky was dark and white, and a few residual stars were scattered in the sky, and the slow sound of the morning bell echoed in the forest.

Jiang Zuo, who was not awake, turned over, put his big tail over his ears, and continued to sleep with his head covered with his back to the holy monk.

Qing Chi got up and went out for a while, and when he came back, he was holding a small red lacquered wooden food box in his hand.He opened the box and held a thin slice of wick cake near the tip of the nose of the sleeping squirrelball.

The light cinnamon scent wafted over, the tip of Squirrel Tuanzi's black nose moved, and he opened his eyes and woke up.

Jiang Zuo, who had never eaten this kind of pastry, hugged the wick cake and was coaxed onto his shoulder by the holy monk.Falling sleepily on the shoulder of the holy monk, Jiang Zuo closed his eyes, and in a daze, he did not forget to take a small bite of the soft white wick cake in his arms, comforting himself to go to morning class and treat it as a different place to catch up on sleep.

In the main hall, when everyone closed their eyes and murmured sutras, Jiang Zuo was lying on the futon all over his body, and was about to fall asleep with the remaining half of the wick cake that he couldn't bear to eat, when he saw the holy monk took out several pieces from his sleeve. A white wick cake and a golden pineapple cake were placed on the futon in front of him.

Jiang Zuo's eyes lit up, he bit the tip of his paw and said, "...This...isn't that good?"

While talking, Squirrel Duanzi filled his left cheek with pineapple cakes and his right cheek with wick cakes. His mouth was full of crumbs, and even his belly was covered with golden and white pastry crumbs.

362: "..." I hope the host learns to be the same as the outside.

Jiang Zuo, whose cheeks were bulging and filled with pastries, squinted his eyes, enjoying his life amidst a low Sanskrit sound, and gained weight twice after a morning class.

The autumn sun was quiet, with cool and comfortable warmth. After lunch that day, Jiang Zuo lay down by the window, lazily basking in the sun.

It was rare for the holy monk not to read a book, but holding a piece of pear wood in one hand and a carving knife in the other. He lowered his head slightly, lowered his eyes and eyebrows, and carefully carved the piece of pear wood in his hand.

Jiang Zuo was still watching curiously at first, but the afternoon sun warmed his whole body, he rested his chin on his paws, and fell asleep lying on the coffee table within a while.

This sleep until the sun was sinking, Jiang Zuo stretched his limbs, the dark brown shiny back fur showed a caramel color under the sun, Jiang Zuo lazily He turned over, covered his belly with his tail that was warmed by the sun, and raised his eyes to look in the direction of the holy monk.

At this time, the holy monk was leaning against the window, and the setting sun came in through the window, casting a layer of light golden light and shadow on his jade-like profile.

A faint scent of pear wood wafted in the air, and when I smelled it carefully, there was still a faint smell of blood.

Jiang Zuo looked down and saw a long knife mark on the back of the holy monk's hand resting on the tea table. The dark red blood stain had already dried up, but it was extremely glaring on the back of his white, seemingly transparent hand.

Seeing Jiang Zuo waking up, he turned his eyes, glanced over lightly, and pushed the thing carved on the small tea table to the little squirrel.

Jiang Zuo got up in confusion, and put his two paws on the lid of the box, not understanding his intention.

Seeing the holy monk looking at him without blinking, Jiang Zuo boldly guessed: Could it be... the snack box for me?

Jiang Zuo tilted his head, not at all suspicious of the dog's intention to bully the holy monk: Tsk tsk tsk, I didn't expect me to become a little squirrel and still be so attractive...

A piece of plain pear wood has been turned into a small wooden box under Qingchi's carving. There is a movable cover on the pear wood box, and pear flowers are carved on the wooden box. Even the pistils are clearly visible, which is very Exquisite and beautiful.

Jiang Zuo clicked his tongue: Oh, that's so cool... Man, you have successfully attracted my attention!

After thinking about it, the old dog must have confiscated the snacks under his pillow before being forced by his conscience, and now he is compensating himself due to the condemnation of his conscience. When he figured it out, Jiang Zuo suddenly felt a little happy.

With such a big snack box, the dog-like monk should have prepared snacks for himself that can fill this snack box.

Jiang Zuo pushed open the lid happily, tiptoed and poked his head in.The inside of the pear wood box was very wide, and Jiang Zuo, who wanted to know the approximate capacity of the box, tried to climb in.

The spacious snack box just fits a pool of soft and greasy squirrel balls, neither feeling crowded nor leaving too much free space.

Jiang Fat Mouse expressed five-star satisfaction with the capacity of the snack box.

Seeing the squirrel dumpling wagging its tail, Qing Chi picked up the teacup, took a sip, then rubbed the soft chin of the little squirrel lying flat in the wooden box with his fingertips, raised his lips and asked in a low voice Said, "...the coffin...do you still like it?"

Jiang Zuo froze for five seconds: ... tm... this is not a snack box... it's a coffin...? !

...And the innocent self is still lying in the coffin carved for himself by the dog-like holy monk.

362 couldn't hold back and let out another cheerful chicken cry.

Jiang Zuo: "..." Being stripped of all dignity by life.

The author has something to say: If you count your fingers, Jiang Fat Mouse should soon become a human.

Jiang Fat Mouse (surprised): ... Really, really? !

Your friend [Holy Monk] is on the way here in a hurry with a 28cm long Jiebao.

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