The land of the Qingluan clan. Green waters, green mountains, towering ancient trees, and rare and exotic grasses shrouded in spiritual mist.
The man with an extremely beautiful face raised his hand gracefully, stroked his head, pressed and grabbed it, and his long black hair flew away from his head and fell under the waterfall, revealing his bald head that could compete with the sun and the moon.
"Hu Zhuzhu, go and pick it up." Shui Xin slapped the bridge formed by the natural giant tree and ordered Hu Zhuzhu to squat on a thick branch and pretend to be dead.
Hu Huahua opened her eyelids, looked at him lazily and disdainfully, and then closed them again.
Shui Xin laughed angrily: "You poor bird, you are getting lazier and lazier. Didn't I find the fruit of speech for you to eat? You speak to me!"
Hu Zhuzhu sighed first. He really didn't want to talk. Sitting in jail facing a dead monk every day was really boring.
"If you have the ability to stand up to me, you have the ability to rush out of here." Hu Zhuzhu's voice was sharp, and it sounded like he was not a good bird.
Shui Xin rubbed her ears: "You don't look good, your voice doesn't sound good, and you still look gray and listless after eating so many spiritual fruits. You are not worthy of me."
Hu Zhuzhu sneered: "Am I following you? You robbed me. If you can't bear it, let me go."
Shui Xin smiled: "I won't be fooled by you, and I won't let you go as soon as you provoke me - no matter whether you let me go or not, we have deep feelings."
Hu Zhuzhu snorted and simply buried her head in her wings, out of sight and out of mind: Boss, I miss you so much, please come and save me.
Hu Huahua: Huh? Who is it? Hu Zhuzhu? I don’t seem to know you.
At this time, a woman walked towards the center of the water from one end of the tree bridge. She had a graceful figure and a noble demeanor. Every step she took and every twist of her waist were beautiful and charming. The colorful feathers on her body were carried by the wind formed by the water vapor, and her ribbons were fluttering.
Flying, beautiful as a song.
"Why did you throw away the hair cover again? I told you that you were not happy to let your hair grow." The woman stopped in front of Shui Xin and looked directly at his face to admire it.
In her eyes, there was admiration, appreciation, and condescension.
Facing this person, Shui Xin was helpless: "If you like it, I will give you this face."
The woman chuckled: "The same face looks different on different people. You, a monk, need me to tell you that your appearance comes from your heart? Your face, if it looks on other people, would be beautiful."
It is extremely troublesome for the world, but it happened to grow on you, a Buddha. With the light of the treasure, I think it is even more beautiful and extraordinary."
She turned towards the waterfall, and when she raised her hand, the water stopped, forming a natural water mirror. In the water mirror, a beautiful and beautiful face that was both smiling and angry was reflected.
"I heard that a once-in-a-million-year beauty appeared in Qiye Tian. I rushed to see it, but it was nothing more than that. Such beauty is only average among my Qingluan tribe. I came back disappointed, but I didn't expect that the real beauty was in Yun Jingtian.
Make trouble. Haha, what a surprise to me."
When he dropped his hand, the waterfall fell into the pool with an uproar, and water droplets splashed.
She turned to the center of the water and smiled: "You little monk can't run very fast, and the leader of the clan needs to send someone to pick you up."
Shui Xin smiled: "That's not called catching, it's called catching."
Chief Qingluan laughed: "It doesn't matter what you call it. What's important is that I like your face and I'm not tired of seeing it yet."
Shui Xin sighed: "Clan leader, you are much prettier than the young monk."
Being praised by such a beautiful person that he is more beautiful, the Qingluan clan leader laughed happily: "Look, you are good-looking and you speak nicely, and I can't let you go."
Shui Xin smiled: "You taught me a lesson when I spoke badly, clan leader. I can't beat you."
Chief Qingluan smiled even more happily. Shui Xin was right, she was even prettier than Shui Xin. Without a smile, she was like the mist on a quiet mountain. When she smiled, the mist dispersed and all kinds of strong and vivid colors came to her face, making people fascinated.
A jolt.
Such a good-looking person has a peculiar habit of collecting beauties.
Shui was frustrated, and he was trapped, just because of his face. Wasn't his ability to deliver retribution outstanding?
Sincere request: "My face will not fade for a while. Just let me go first, and I promise you that I will come back by myself after I finish my work, okay?"
Qingluan Clan Chief smiled brilliantly, his red lips dripping: "Do you think this Clan Chief will believe what a man says?"
Shui Xin: "The young monk is not a man, the young monk is a monk."
Patriarch Qingluan’s smile deepened: “Young monk doesn’t want to be a man, this patriarch can help you.”
His eyes slid down his body.
She was joking, but she didn't know that this monk was shameless.
"The patriarch has this intention, and the young monk is willing to fulfill it."
Chief Qingluan choked and shook his sleeves, as if he was getting rid of something unclean.
"The presence or absence of that thing still has a great impact on your appearance. I like your current appearance, so you can keep it for now."
Shui Xin let out a long sigh, as if accusing someone of not keeping their word.
Qingluan Clan Chief Hei Xian, this monk is becoming more and more unseemly. Sometimes I really want to kick him out, but - I can't let go of this face.
Thinking of what happened next, Chief Qingluan became more serious: "Please go out with me."
Shui Xin: "Then you let me go?"
Chief Qingluan stroked his hair: "What are you thinking about? I just want to appreciate your face at any time."
Shui Xin was speechless: "Clan leader, among the three tribes, the most outstanding monster is the appearance. I am considered pretty good among the human tribe, but I can't compare with the beauties of your monster tribe. If you appreciate beauty, the monster tribe will satisfy you more."
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Chief Qingluan smiled proudly: "Every flower is in your eyes. Do you know the Dragon Girl of the Dragon Clan? The demon clan all say she is good-looking, but when I saw her, she was far inferior to me. I thought you were good-looking."
Shui Xin: "."
This face of his is really killing him.
"That's your arrangement, can the young monk still resist?"
Seeing his cooperation, Chief Qingluan was in a good mood and was willing to talk to him a few more words: "There is a bad guy from your human race who has been sneaking around in our Yunjingtian for a long time. Recently, his true purpose has finally been exposed. I will take you there.
Watch the fun."
Shui Xin opened her eyes in cooperation: "There is actually a clan who dares to cause trouble in the place of the demon clan. How can the clan leader tolerate him?"
Chief Qingluan laughed: "He thought no one discovered his tricks, but how could he, a human being, understand the methods of the demon tribe? He just kept it for fun."
"Who is it? Who is so stupid and ridiculous?" Shui Xin asked, not to compliment him, but because he was really curious.
"Well, I don't know his identity very well. It's strange to say that although he is a human race, he seems to know certain things about our demon race very clearly, some old things that we ourselves can't remember. Please help me
Think about it, why is this?"
Shui Xin: "Perhaps I got some inheritance from the old masters, such as handbooks and notes."
Chief Qingluan was speechless: "This is the possibility. Okay, come with me. Do you want to take this stupid bird with you?"
Hu Zhuzhu was still burying her head.
Shui Xin hugged her and said, "Tai, this is my little baby."
Hu Zhuzhu shivered, it was so disgusting.
Chief Qingluan walked a few steps ahead and suddenly remembered something: "By the way, do you know about Changjimen?"
Shui Xin: "Huh? Changji Sect is one of the ten major sects. The patriarch asked, is it possible that there is someone better-looking than me in Changji Sect?"
"Ha. People who are more beautiful than you only come across once in ten thousand years. Changjimen has raised a demon without knowing it." The corners of Qingluan Clan's lips raised sarcastically, "It's ridiculous that a demon raised by monks wants to be the demon king."
