sinovels Chapter 18 Holy Monk Your Squirrel Has Arrived 18
Chapter 18 Holy Monk Your Squirrel Has Arrived 18
Innocent was wounded in the awkward position of the buttocks, and the little squirrel group who was heartbroken lay quietly on the ground, like a puddle of soft mashed potatoes that was randomly discarded on the ground, without making a sound .
Qing Chi stood in place, his bloodthirsty eyes were filled with blood mist and turned red, and his light-colored thin lips were tightly pressed into a straight line of ruthlessness.Jiang Zuo, who was about to get up while supporting his numb buttocks, felt his scalp numb, his knees softened and he fell back to the ground.
The sore and numb squirrel curled up on the ground and trembled: ... You are really super invincible, spinning in circles and exploding, but there is only one poor little squirrel here, please don't hurt him.
Qing Chi stared down at the fat squirrel ball on the ground, his fingertips hanging by his side trembled slightly, and it took a long time before he lowered his head and picked up the pitiful squirrel ball lying on the ground slowly.
What the tentacle touched was a sticky, damp hand, with dark red blood all over it, and the sound of the fragile heart beating in the palm came faintly through the fleshy belly.
The holy monk lowered his head, the blood in his eyes was getting darker and darker, his pale face was hidden in the darkness, half of the shadow was covered, and his expression could not be seen clearly.
Seeing so much blood on Qing Chi's hands, Jiang Zuo's eyes darkened, and he softened in the palm of the holy monk: "Wow, I'm afraid I'm going to die after bleeding so much."
362 can't stand it anymore: ...the blood is from the holy monk, please control the scene.
The knife on the host's ass was just a narrow pass, only a small cut was made, and the cut was not deep. Within a few days, he would be back to normal and continue to be alive and well.
Jiang Zuo immediately breathed a sigh of relief: Oh, then I can rest assured.
Seeing the host's heartless look, 362: emmmmmmm, don't you need to worry about the target?
Jiang Zuo didn't understand: Huh?worry about what? ? ?
362: "..." There is a reason why it is so difficult to collect the excrement shoveling value. I hope the host will reflect on it! ! !
The movement on the promenade attracted several passing monks to come with lanterns, and the sound of hurried footsteps made the dark promenade suddenly bright as day.
"...Blood! There is blood! The holy monk is injured...!" The little monk lost his voice after seeing the situation clearly.
"Hurry up and call Uncle Qinxuan!!"
The noise in the promenade disturbed the whole temple. The other young monks who rushed over looked at the dead man in black on the ground, and then at the blood-stained holy monk on his snow-colored robe. They couldn't help but panic.
In the chaos and haste, Jiang Zuo was brought back to the meditation room, and placed gently on the soft quilt.
The exhausted Jiang Zuo yawned, lying on the bed and squinting his eyes, drowsy.
Qing Chi was sitting beside the bed, his shiny and pale five fingers were stained with dried bright red blood, his slightly cool hand rested on the little squirrel's fluffy head, and gently rubbed the drooping little ears .
At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Qingchi paused for a while, then withdrew his hand from the squirrel group's head.
"Holy Monk, Uncle Qinxuan, the pharmacist in the temple, is here." The anxious voice of the little monk outside the door sounded.
With a "creak", the door opened from the inside, and Uncle Qinxuan outside the door raised his head, facing the face of the holy monk.I saw some dark red blood smeared on the side of his face, a large amount of glaring withered blood dripped from his snow-like white robe, his slightly pale face was pale and cold, the solemn bloody chill hadn't dissipated yet, he The upper half of his face was mysteriously shrouded in shadow, like a ghast coming from hell to seek his life.
Qin Xuan was terrified, and took half a step back in shock. This...is this what a holy monk would look like? !
"The poor monk is not in the way, let's take a look first..." After a moment, the holy monk's face returned to normal, he left a word, turned and walked towards the bed.
Uncle Qinxuan walked up with the holy monk, and was a little surprised to see that the only thing lying on the bed was a little squirrel.
Although he heard the description from two monks when he came here, saying that besides the holy monk, there was also a little squirrel who was rescued by the holy monk before. I also took it with me, but I didn't expect it to reach this level.
Uncle Qinxuan glanced at the holy monk's waist and paused, "The holy monk was seriously injured...it should be..."
The clothes that had been cut by the blade were ripped open to both sides, revealing a hideous knife wound on Qingchi's waist. The wound was a bit long, and the slightly opened wound was still oozing blood, which looked very terrifying.
The holy monk paused and said, "It's nothing serious."
Seeing that the holy monk was so persistent, Uncle Qinxuan sighed.The holy monk was so seriously injured, but he still asked himself to check the little squirrel's injury first. He was so compassionate, thinking that what he saw just now before entering the house was just his eyes dazzled.
In his sleep, Jiang Zuo barked his mouth and hummed twice.
After signaling to the two young monks behind him to stop the bleeding and clean the wound, Qin Xuan stepped forward and gently brushed away the fluff that was covered in dried blood on the little squirrel's body, but after searching for a long time, he couldn't find any wound on the squirrel's body.
"Is this wound in...?" Uncle Qinxuan raised his head and asked in confusion.
Qing Chi picked up Jiang Zuo's tail with one hand, exposing the small squirrel dumpling's buttocks, a small invisibly scabbed hole hidden under the fluff.
Uncle Qinxuan, who is usually gentle and gentle, couldn't help saying angrily, "Nonsense! The holy monk should think about his own body! Is this wound comparable to the wound on the holy monk's waist?"
Uncle Qinxuan waved his sleeves angrily, and asked the two young monks behind him to apply some gold medicine to the little squirrel, while he stepped forward to feel the pulse of the holy monk.
After a while, Qin Xuan withdrew his hand, his face full of surprise, "How can there be two poisons in the body of the holy monk?"
Uncle Qinxuan pondered for a while, then continued, "...One of these poisons is made by Junior Brother Danqiu, called Qiushui...but the other is called Han'er Poison..."
"...This poison is extremely vicious... If the baby is poisoned while it is still in the womb, the mother and baby can die quietly together on the day of delivery... But how did the holy monk survive..."
"Poison...?! What poison...what happened to the holy monk...?" Abbot Shunci who rushed over was panting with the support of his first disciple. Uncle's words.
Qin Xuan stood up, did not salute to Abbot Shunci, but turned to the holy monk and said, "On the holy monk..."
After a pause, Uncle Qinxuan changed his words, did not mention the previous incident, but said, "...the poison in the holy monk was developed by Danqiu himself, named Qiushui, and he brought this poison to me back then. Show off in front of you, saying that no one in the Jianghu can concoct the antidote to this poison...but how could the holy monk be poisoned by this?"
The big disciple beside the abbot suddenly said, "...Xu is Danqiu. After Master Shu was killed, the poison he created was taken away by the murderer. The murderer wiped the autumn water on the blade and used it to assassinate the holy monk. If he dies under his knife, he will be poisoned and die soon after, but this poison is made by Master Danqiu, so he can take the opportunity to frame him, saying that our Qingyun Temple poisoned the holy monk! "
Abbot Shun Ci couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat after hearing the disciple's analysis, and hurriedly asked Qin Xuandao, "...the poison that the holy monk suffered from...can you prepare the antidote...?"
Hearing the name of the deceased's birthday, Qin Xuan's expression was a little calm, "...never."
Shunci's face changed drastically, but Master Qinxuan continued leisurely, "However, Junior Brother Danqiu buried the antidote prescription under the peonies planted outside his meditation room, and said that if I admit defeat, I will go and take the prescription by myself." dig it out……"
Hearing what Qinxuan said, Abbot Shunci hurriedly said, "Why don't you quickly dig out that prescription and detoxify the holy monk?" After speaking, he hurriedly took the little monk to the meditation room in Danqiu.
Uncle Qinxuan looked at the holy monk with a complex expression, sighed and said, "The holy monk is good to rest." Then he left with everyone.
Jiang Zuo, who took a nap, opened his eyes in a daze, and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth with his paw.
When he woke up, his butt seemed to be even more numb. Jiang Zuo wrinkled his face and asked: 2, why do I feel that only one butt was numb, but after sleeping, both butts are numb now?
The listless little squirrel lay sickly on the bed, turned one of its short forelimbs behind it, and carefully touched its injured butt.
[Drip—drip—drip—serious warning—the health value of the host has dropped sharply, and it is being repaired——]
Jiang Zuo was startled awake: Damn it! ! !I just touched a butt tm why is he about to die suddenly? ? ?
[Repair failed - the health value of the host body is lower than 20.00%, the main task [collecting shit value] is about to fail - - -]
[Do you want to start the side mission: [Looking for the murderer]? 】
Hearing the conversation with the few people just now, 362 suddenly realized that the host was poisoned, and said anxiously: "Host, you are poisoned and can't hold the antidote!"Hurry up and confirm it before it's too late! !
Jiang Zuo was dizzy, barely heard 362's words, and clicked [Confirm] on the task panel that appeared in his mind.
[Confirmed successfully!Start the side mission: [Find the murderer], the mission is limited to half a month. 】
[...The life value is lower than 5.00%...The signs of life of the host are losing...The host has been recovered...It is returning to its original form...]
[Five... Four... Three... Two... One... Drop———]
Jiang Zuo's ears were buzzing, his whole body was in severe pain, and there was a dull and dull sound of cracking bones.
Qingchi closed the door, turned around and walked towards the bed, he paused, then quickened his pace and came to the bedside.
The dying group of squirrels lying on the bed was gone at this time, and a naked teenager was replaced in its place.
The boy's eyes were closed tightly, the black hair fell on his cheeks, and his pale lips were tightly pressed. Qing Chi looked slightly surprised, and looked down, passing over the boy's undressed back.Moving further down, he saw a small scabbed knife mark on his white buttocks.
A faint light flashed in the holy monk's silver eyes, his begonia-colored thin lips moved slightly, and he muttered in a hoarse voice——
"……Meow meow."
【warn!warn! !Serious warning! !The holy monk's excrement shovel value is +999! ! !The target is dangerous! !Please host escape as soon as possible! ! ! 】
Jiang Zuo who opened his eyes in a daze: ... huh?