Chapter 121 The little white rabbit spoiled by the holy monk is the demon king 6
Chapter 121 The little white rabbit pampered by the holy monk is the demon king (6)
The moment the anxious leader of Qingya Mountain heard Qi Sheng's voice, his expression calmly changed and he turned around calmly: "Junior brother, what's wrong with you?"
Qi Sheng pursed his lips in shame.
The head brother's eyes were like blazing sunlight, penetrating through the cracks in the rocks and shining on him who was hiding under the rugged rocks.
No place to hide.
All protective layers were melted by the scorching sun, and he was terrified and ashamed.
"Junior brother, what happened? Are you looking so ugly?"
The leader looked at the green shadow under his junior brother's eyes, took a few steps forward and asked worriedly: "Didn't you sleep well last night?"
His little junior brother has always been very easy to fall asleep, has a regular schedule, and looks very good in the past. But this time, his face is as bad as today, his eyes are swollen, and he is in a state of despair.
That was the day after their master, the previous leader of Qingya Mountain, left Hexi.
"Senior brother, have you ever had an erotic dream?"
As soon as these words came out, the study became deathly silent.
The young leader, who was about twenty-one or twelve years old, had a constipated expression. He was stunned for a long time. He looked at his handsome junior brother and found his voice: "What dream?"
Jisheng's face turned red, and his earlobes were as red as drops of blood.
"Junior brother, are you having a sexual dream?" The young leader grabbed the younger brother's shoulders in disbelief: "Is it true?"
Jisheng is the worst at telling lies. He looks away in panic and avoids, remaining silent and ashamed.
"Junior brother, you have grown up! Hahahahaha!"
The young leader laughed loudly, patted the junior student's tense shoulders, and winked: "Don't be nervous, this is a normal physiological reaction.
Not only did my senior brother do it, but he thought he had peed when he woke up.
Although we are cultivating in Qingya Mountain, we are not eunuchs with broken roots, we are men." Looking down, the head brother smiled with unknown meaning.
"Junior brother, have you washed the sheets when you got up in the morning?"
Hearing this, Qi Sheng's ears started to bleed, and he stayed away from this senior brother who was sometimes very reliable and sometimes unreliable.
The young leader only thought it was funny. He knew that this junior brother was thin-skinned, and he was extremely ashamed at the moment. He barely suppressed his laughter and said, "Junior brother, my eldest brother is my father. There is nothing embarrassing about telling my senior brother these things.
Come and tell me, senior brother, who is the person that junior brother dreamed about? What did he do?"
Qi Sheng was so frightened that he ran away.
When he returned to his residence, Qi Sheng still had a blush on his face. Especially when he saw the sheets hanging on the bamboo poles in the courtyard, he felt so ashamed that he wanted to crawl into the cracks in the ground.
He hugged Bai Guaiguai and sat on a wicker chair in the courtyard, talking to himself and feeding the rabbits all afternoon.
Don’t be afraid of killing the rabbit!
"My dear, did you see the Demon King last night? Was it really a spring dream I had? But it was too real. When I woke up, my mouth still hurt a little.
Did I bite it myself?
"Hey, dear, if you saw the Demon King yesterday, you would eat a timothy grass. If you didn't see it, you wouldn't eat it. Let's get started."
The whitened fingers of Qi Sheng are particularly cold white against the background of green grass.
But no matter how he brought the timothy grass to Rabbit's mouth, Rabbit just wouldn't bite it and opened his mouth. Instead, he didn't know if it was his imagination.
He actually felt that Bai Guaiguai disliked him.
The little monk in white clothes retracted his hand angrily and murmured in a low voice: "It's really a dream, as long as it's a dream, as long as it's a dream..."
Nan Xian fell asleep amidst the gentle whispers of the drizzle and autumn wind. When she woke up, it was sunset and she was the only one left on the wicker chair.
The soft white rabbit fur was also thoughtfully covered with a small brown blanket.
Too bad!
Forgot to go back to the original body!
After practicing the Xing Chen Blue Ice Kung Fu, Nan Xian can now gradually use the demon elixir of the former demon king for his own use.
But that demon pill is like a snow mountain that has been frozen for thousands of years. She needs to melt the snow on the surface little by little in order to extract the demon power from it, which is a long process.
Although it is not easy to melt the demon elixir, she has benefited greatly from the demonic power drawn from the demon elixir. For example, now, she can use the demonic power to threaten and summon people of the same kind and infiltrate into their bodies.
Nan Xian returned to the dungeon and found that Qi Sheng hadn't left yet.
"My junior uncle seems to have recited the sutra a few times today." Nan Xian smiled at the figure in the darkness: "Is it possible that my junior uncle was reluctant to leave me and recited it a few times on purpose?"
The sound of the woman gently rubbing and twisting was like the slowly fluctuating strings of a piano.
Qi Sheng seemed to have become that string, throbbing so hard that the tip of his heart trembled slightly.
With pomelo-red lips at the tips of her ears, her clear voice was low and somewhat unexplainably hoarse: "I won't be here tomorrow. There will be a new disciple to transform the power of the demon elixir in your body."
"Oh," the Demon King responded casually, and then asked, "Is he a handsome little monk like you?"
I don't know why, Qi Sheng's heart felt a little clogged when he heard this.
Doesn't she even remember him?
When I heard that he would never come again, I just said "oh" and then disappeared?
He stood up with a muffled nasal voice, his legs were a little numb and sore, but he endured it, and said in an old-fashioned and righteous way: "Zeyang is a good disciple, don't seduce people randomly."
Nan Xian couldn't help but laugh out loud, and sighed: "Young master uncle doesn't even care about me anymore, but he still wants to lecture me, it's so heartless.
Since my junior uncle won't cross me, then don't interfere with my affairs anymore.
If the young master Zeyang is as powerful as the young master uncle, I, a demon king with low magic power, will not be able to seduce me. Now I can’t even get out of this trapped demon cage~"
Zeyang has fully understood the technique of penetrating the blue ice of the stars.
After Qi Sheng listened, the other party recited a long list of scriptures silently and fluently.
Wei Kecha nodded: "Yes, tomorrow you go to the dungeon where the Demon King is imprisoned. Uncle Master wants to give you a few words."
Zeyang sat cross-legged. Hearing this, he looked like he was concentrating on being taught. He looked at his handsome uncle with reverence and admiration: "Zeyang is all ears."
"First, the Demon King is full of tricks and tricks. Don't talk to her too much."
"Second, you should recite the Qingxin Jue several times before going to sleep every day, get rid of distracting thoughts, and don't have random dreams——"
Qi Sheng's ears were slightly red, he coughed twice and said: "If... if you dream of something unbelievable and impossible to dream about, you must wake up immediately."
Zeyang was confused: "Uncle Master, who is the person who is impossible to dream about?"
The little monk saw his uncle's face turning red little by little, and felt even weirder. He couldn't help but guess: "Could it be the Demon King?"
He heard that there are many strange dream-inducing techniques in the demon world.
"No!" Qi Sheng suddenly fell silent after finishing his rebuttal. After a long while, he blushed and said righteously under Zeyang's puzzled gaze: "Just remember these two points that your uncle told you."
Zeyang was startled by his uncle's sudden and urgent tone, and nodded solemnly: "Uncle Qisheng, I remember it."
When Zeyang left, Qi Sheng's whole body was like a sponge drained of water, as if all the strength had been removed, and he was in a state of confusion and confusion.
He lied, for the first time in his life.
But he didn't regret it.
At night, he didn't dare to open his eyes, but there was a vague expectation in his heart. That expectation made him feel like something was tickling his heart.
It was both embarrassing and made his heart beat faster.
"My dear, what's happened to you recently?"
The hand that grabbed the white rabbit was slender and white, with clean nails. He took the white rabbit out of his shirt and scratched his knuckles in the soft white rabbit fur.