sinovels Chapter 23 Holy Monk Your Squirrel Has Arrived 23
Chapter 23 Holy Monk Your Squirrel Has Arrived 23
Every night, I was crushed by the dog monk and the crazy crispy duck. An indescribable part was rubbed and swelled and hurt. Even if I lay flat on the bed, I felt that a certain part was squeezed by two flattened buttocks Feeling so uncomfortable, Jiang Zuo groaned aggrieved twice, and lay on his side.
Ever since he entered this world, he has never had a comfortable day. The more he thought about it, the more he felt aggrieved, Jiang Zuo clenched his fist tightly, crying uncontrollably: After being persecuted by the old dog for the past few days, he couldn’t eat well or sleep well. Well, even if you don't grow up big, you must have lost more than ten catties...
362 silently scanned the body of its own host, without making a sound.
Without getting any expected response, Jiang Zuo sighed heavily again, he looked at the window with only a small gap open for ventilation, his wet eyes were full of longing for freedom.
In the empty meditation room, this hesitant and helpless sigh was very clear, it can be said that it made the listener sad and the listener shed tears.
But 362 still didn't say a word.
Jiang Zuo, who felt like he was singing a one-man show, reminded: ... The system, please comfort me.
362 said truthfully: ...Well, to be honest... The host seems to have gained five kilograms in weight.
...Five, five kilograms? !
Jiang Zuo shook his body.
I didn't lose more than ten catties, no matter how bad I was, I should have lost one or two catties. What I never expected was that I gained weight and swelled ten catties!
Jiang Zuo was startled: I can't believe it! ! !So sweating so much every night...doesn't it have the effect of burning fat? ? ?
362: "..." emmmmm, can't believe it?
... Heh, what else is the host afraid of?
After a few days of nightlife ♂♂ that would be worse than death, although the host looked sluggish and haggard, he lay motionless on the bed every day.Knowing that he likes to eat snacks, the holy monk still prepared a few plates full of exquisite food for him by the bedside, and fed him different meals for three meals, so Jiang Zuo's body, which should have plummeted in weight, swelled up like a balloon stand up.
Jiang·fa Holmes·left: Shaky and forced to smile jpg.
The heartbroken Jiang Zuo was paralyzed on the bed, bored, and flipped through the plot of the story again in his mind, and sorted out all the evidence of the current murder case.
The first time I found half of Master Ru Yuan's arm in the steamer in the temple kitchen was before dinner, and most of the people gathered in the bamboo forest during that time, only the protagonist was not there.
It is the second time that Uncle Danqiu's calf was found on the back mountain. Combined with the two information "Nancheng" and "Pingcun" left by the assailant before, the protagonist is the most suspicious.
The incident of the assassination of the holy monk was not mentioned in the book. The identity of the man in black who was strangled to death by the dog forced the holy monk is still unknown, but the next person to be assassinated is probably the princess.
Jiang Zuo frowned tightly in his thoughts, and subconsciously picked up a piece of crispy apple placed in a delicate small plate beside the bed, slowly stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it, making a crunchy sound .
362: "..." This is why the host sweats every night without losing fat.
Jiang Zuo thought carefully. According to the description in the book, the man in black who wanted to assassinate the princess but was killed by the protagonist in the book may indeed be the real murderer, but it is also possible that the protagonist is the black hand behind the scenes.
Moreover, the man in black was directly killed with a sword piercing his chest. After investigating the matter, the protagonist not only became famous, but also won the beauty.
At least from here it looks like the main character is the only one who can profit from it.
...But if I can't follow the protagonist, how can I investigate the murderer?
Jiang·Little Clever Ghost·Zuo had a flash of inspiration: That's right!Since the dog is forcing the holy monk not to let me see the protagonist, why not pretend to be a villain and throw a ball of paper to the princess to send a message, saying that she will kill her as a dog!In this way, the princess will strengthen his vigilance, and then he can catch the man in black alive? !
Jiang Zuo was about to be cleverly killed by himself.
362: Then how does the host plan to throw a note to the princess?
Recently, Jiang Zuo's butt hurts so much that he can't even get out of bed, let alone investigate the murderer. Even if his butt is healed, how to persuade the holy monk to let him go out is a difficult problem.
362 made a trick: try acting like a baby?
Jiang Zuo, who felt as if he had been tricked by the system many times, clutched his chest tightly and choked up, saying: ...Don't lie to me... Dad's heart is very fragile now, and he can't bear more deception from his son...
362: ...I won't lie to you!
Jiang Zuo, who had never acted like a baby before, was at a loss: how to act like a baby?
1, who has no experience 362, took a look at Baidu: ...how about...try it out......
Jiang Zuo grinned: hee, hee hee, are you a fly? ? ?
362: "..." I hope the host doesn't hide anymore!
That night, the evening breeze was cool, and after bathing, the holy monk hugged Jiang Zuo and sat by the window to read a book. Jiang Zuo, who had no clothes to wear, had to wrap himself tightly in his thin quilt, thinking about when would be the best time to throw a quilt. Jiao.
Being hugged tightly, the fragrance of the holy monk's body after bathing surrounded him with a sense of dampness, and with the evening wind blowing, it lingered lightly at the tip of his nose, bringing a lingering smell.
Qing Chi held the book in one hand, twisted a piece of chestnut cake with the other, and fed it to Jiang Zuo's lips.
Jiang Zuo was about to open his mouth, when he suddenly remembered that he had swelled ten catties in a few days, he swallowed, and looked away in a panic.
The person in his arms didn't take away the pastry on his fingertips immediately, and Qingchi didn't make any unnecessary movements, he just stared at the book in his hand, and the fingertips holding the pastry landed on Jiang Zuo's lips. at every turn.
Jiang Zuo struggled in his heart, and finally decided to obey his heart for the last time. He stretched his neck over, opened his soft lips, and swallowed the fragrant and soft chestnut cake beside his lips. mouth.
The holy monk's eyes still did not move away from the open book, but he accurately squeezed Jiang Zuo's lips away with two fingers stained with pastry crumbs, and penetrated into his wet and hot mouth, stirring up his obedient lips. Soft tongue.
Jiang Zuo ate a mouth full of chestnut cakes, and was forced to open his mouth halfway through chewing, his cheeks stuffed with cakes were bulging high, body fluid mixed with cake crumbs accumulated on his cheeks, and Jiang Zuo was hindered from eating. Anxiously, Zuo wanted to bite down on those two annoying fingers, but his tongue was pinched by the two fingers that were churning in his mouth.
Jiang Zuo is clever: dare not move, dare not move.
After sitting for a long time, the butt began to hurt again, Jiang Zuo quietly stretched out two fingers from the quilt that wrapped him, and tugged at the sleeve of the holy monk.
Qing Chi glanced at him, retracted his fingers gracefully, and focused his gaze on the young man wrapped in a small ball in his arms.
"Could you get some ointment... my ass... hurts a little... a little..."
Hearing this, Qing Chi hugged Jiang Zuo back to the bed without saying a word.
As soon as he touched the bed board, Jiang Zuo was a little scared: Damn, the holy monk must have misunderstood something...
Jiang Zuo wrapped the sheet tightly with one hand, covered his butt with the other, and persuaded, "...the night life is always so monotonous and unhealthy...how about we play games?"
Qingchi looked down at him quietly from above, with a dull and expressionless face.
Thinking of the 362 moves, Jiang Zuo held back for a long time, his little face turned red, but he still couldn't hold back a "huh".
Jiang Zuo decided to use his unique method of acting like a spoiled child. He blinked his eyes, took a deep breath, sank to his dantian, and roared ferociously, "嘤!! 嘤!!! 嘤!!!!"
362: "..." The fly wanted to commit suicide after hearing this.
【Poop value 1】
Now Jiang Zuo trembled subconsciously when he heard the value of shoveling shit.
A helpless and doting smile finally appeared on Qing Chi's plain face. He hooked his lips closer, stuck out his tongue, and licked Jiang Zuo's lower lip lustfully. After moving, he replied, "Okay."
Unexpectedly, Jiang Zuo, who really succeeded in acting like a baby, was overjoyed, touched his chin and thought seriously, "...then what should I play..."
Jiang Zuo was about to propose to go out for a few laps, when he looked up, he saw the holy monk slowly took out a rolled up white cloth bag from his sleeve, he rolled up the cloth bag which was only the size of a palm, and a few bright sticks The silver needles are neatly placed inside.
Jiang Zuo: "..." Are you Nanny Rong? You put down the silver needle in your hand! ! !
Although he didn't know what kind of dangerous game the monk was going to play, but at a glance, he knew that the silver needle was not stuck on the old dog, but on himself. Jiang Zuo was very sensible, and immediately changed his words, "Actually, think about it carefully, There are no games to play, so it’s better to go to bed early.”
Qingchi caressed Jiang Zuo's left cheek with one hand, he lowered his voice, his slightly hoarse voice seemed to contain a gentle whisper, he murmured softly, "Tattoo a few words here...how about..."
Jiang Zuo had goosebumps all over his body: Not good! ! ! ! !
I remembered that I carved a coffin for myself when the dog forced the holy monk to show off my skills last time. I won’t tattoo a coffin on my face this time...
Jiang Zuo struggled: "I don't want it!!!"
"Huh?" The holy monk's hand on his face was slightly heavy.
Feeling threatened, Jiang Zuo shed tears of shame: "...I was just joking..."
Now that I can't escape, think about it carefully, tattooing on the face may be quite social, Jiang Zuo ordered, "Please give me a tattoo of a dancing phoenix, the kind that can show your noble status."
The holy monk wrapped the needle in a thin strip of cloth, ink was on the tip of the needle, and then peeled off the thin quilt that wrapped Jiangzuo, revealing his round shoulders and delicate collarbone.
The frightened Jiang Zuo tightly closed his eyes, but the needle that was expected to fall on his face did not fall for a long time.
The sharp silver needle landed right under one of the two bright red spots on his chest. The cold needle pierced into the skin and landed on a slightly sensitive part. Jiang Zuo trembled slightly and opened his eyes. , subconsciously wanted to escape, but was held tightly by the holy monk.
The room was quiet, the holy monk's hot breath was exhaled in front of his chest, mixed with the cold silver needles pierced slightly on the chest, the two completely different touches made people's heart flutter.
Jiang Zuo bowed his head, and the serious face of the holy monk was right in front of him. His face was as noble as a banished immortal who didn't eat fireworks. His eyelashes cast a crow-blue shadow on his bland face.
The heart suddenly jumped twice with the flickering candlelight, Jiang Zuo looked away and stared at the small coffee table by the window.
But he heard Qing Chi chuckle twice, Jiang Zuo turned his head suspiciously, and saw Qing Chi standing up, walking to the tea table, and bringing Jiang Zuo the two plates of half-eaten pastries by the window come over.
With snacks, Jiang Zuo smacked the chestnut cake in his mouth happily, while watching the holy monk stab a lotus flower under his bright red.
All the chestnut cakes in Jiang Zuo's hand dropped: ... dog man!The promised dance of the phoenix! !What kind of girl with tattoos is dead! ! !
The holy monk poked out his blood-red tongue, licked away the blood that had pierced his chest, and asked with raised eyebrows, "...do you like it?"
Jiang Zuo said insincerely: "...emmmmm, it's still pretty good."
The holy monk put the needle in Jiang Zuo's hand, and then took off his robe, revealing his fair chest. He leaned against the bed, raised Shu Yang's pale and thin eyebrows, and looked at Jiang Zuo leisurely.
Jiang Zuo looked at the needle in his hand, and at the exposed chest of the holy monk, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but crazily raised: hee hee, hee hee, I will tattoo you a Peppa Pig.