Chapter 127 The little white rabbit spoiled by the holy monk is the demon king 12
Chapter 127 The little white rabbit pampered by the holy monk is the demon king (12)
A red feeling spread up his neck, and Qi Sheng's heart suddenly beat wildly.
I know clearly that this person is a scheming witch, untrustworthy and unapproachable, but my heart is uncontrollably filled with delusions, obsessions and greed.
"Uncle Junior, are you jealous?"
The witch's tears disappeared without a trace, and she looked charming and charming again.
"Uncle Junior Master, do you agree with me if I abandon demons and enter Taoism and enter Qingya Mountain?"
Qi Sheng's face turned red, his breathing was messy, and he looked at the demon king's seductive smile. After a long moment, he lowered his eyelids and squeaked out a few words in his thin lips: "Stop teasing me."
The speaker doesn't mean it, but he always takes it seriously.
"I heard from the shopkeeper that the strong liquor is too spicy and not suitable for women, so I bought you fruit wine."
His heartbeat was beating hard and it was very chaotic. He didn't dare to stay here any longer and let his inner demons grow. He lowered his eyelashes and said, "I'm leaving first."
"Wait a minute." The demon king suddenly came closer and blew gently into the little monk's ear.
Qi Sheng trembled all over and raised his head with his heart numb. He looked at the Demon King with a smile on his lips in shock and confusion, and said incoherently: "You...you..."
"I want to drink, but what should I do if the wine jar is too big to fit into the cage?" Nan Xian blinked innocently, as if he had done nothing just now.
I forgot to consider this aspect when buying wine.
Qi Sheng blushed: "I'll bring you a porcelain bowl tomorrow."
"But I just want to drink today." The demon king's green-white fingertips were swirling on the mud seal of the wine jar.
Qisheng frowned: "Okay, then you wait for me for a while, I will be back soon."
Nan Xian pulled his sleeve: "It's troublesome every time, but I have a solution." She said with a smile: "Young master, just hold me in your hands and drink."
Qixi, who had been pretending to be dead, couldn't help but burst out: [Host 666!]
[Host, when did your flirting skills become so strong? Have you gone to Lan Xiang? 】
Nan Xian: "In the world of the top entertainment industry, you wouldn't think that I was just working on a major drama crew, would you? After all, your sister Xian has also won awards for her acting skills!"
[Yo-yo, yo-yo, sister Xian, you can slide better than a yo-yo!]
Nan Xian didn't have time to pay attention to it now, so Jingui said in disgust: "You can continue to pretend to be dead, don't show up suddenly and scare me."
Qixi:……
"No, it can't be done." Qi Sheng caught a glimpse of the white hands on his sleeves, and his heart felt like it was being held by something. He felt uncomfortable and palpitating, "Men and women cannot be intimate with each other."
As soon as he thought of the image of her drinking wine buried in his hand, Qi Sheng felt that his heart was about to explode. This feeling was like being sick but being told by the doctor that there was no cure.
"I knew my uncle wouldn't agree." The demon king took back his hand, unable to hide his disappointment: "Thank you so much for the wine. It's getting late, so I won't disturb my uncle's rest.
Little Master Zeyang is coming tomorrow, I'll just ask him to bring me a porcelain bowl."
Hearing this, Qi Sheng's fingers hidden in his sleeves slowly clenched. It wasn't enough for her to seduce him alone, so she also wanted to seduce Zeyang?
Nan Xian slowly twisted a piece of beef with soy sauce and put it into his mouth.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Qi Sheng still standing motionless in front of the prison cell. The corner of his mouth slightly curled up and then quickly lowered, and he asked strangely: "Young master uncle, you still won't leave?"
Qi Sheng lowered his eyes and looked at the Demon King's heartless look. He felt so angry that his heart ached, but he couldn't express the paranoid thoughts that had grown up in his heart without knowing when.
I could only purse my thin lips and squat down again without saying a word: "Reach out your hand."
It was the first time Nan Xian saw him sullen, and he obediently stretched out his hand.
"Two", the handsome young master's uncle stared at the demon king's slender and white hands. How many times had this hand played with him in his dreams, making his heart beat out of control and he moaned in a low voice.
In the other hand, he held a freshly torn chicken leg. It was oily and the meatiest part of the chicken leg had just been bitten.
The Demon King looked at him with an innocent expression, his red lips so oily that they looked like they were coated with honey.
The anger in Qi Sheng's heart disappeared instantly when he saw her cute expression, and he even thought of rubbing her lips.
Afraid that his eyes would reveal his emotions, he quickly lowered his eyes and said calmly: "Eat first."
Nan Xian suppressed the smile on his lips and secretly thought that the provoking method in Thirty-Six Strategies was indeed a good thing. He obediently finished the chicken legs and then stretched out his hand.
Qi Sheng picked up the wine jar and poured some wine into the woman's tender palm: "Wash your hands first."
Nan Xian already knew what he was going to do, so he obediently washed his hands with fruit wine, then closed his palms and caught the amber plum wine.
The sweet and sour aroma of green plum wine spread, and the smell was intoxicating. Nan Xian lowered his head and drank a small handful of the viscous wine, feeling slightly intoxicated.
The plum wine brewed in ancient times was slightly different from what she drank in her previous life. It had a fruity, sweet and soft aroma, and was richer, more delicious and stronger than the modern plum wine.
Qi Sheng unknowingly poured most of the jar of fruit wine and frowned slightly: "Although it is fruit wine, it is not advisable to drink too much."
The demon king's face turned red, and he reached out to grab his hand: "Uncle, I'm not drunk. You can't let this wine go. It will go bad if you leave it until tomorrow. I'll drink it today."
To avoid having to find someone to get the porcelain bowl tomorrow..."
Qi Sheng, who had never drank before, had no idea that the wine was getting mellower as he drank it, so he was fooled by Nan Xian so much that he could only frown and continue to pour it for her.
The demon king drinks one drink after another, like an alcoholic and a gentleman.
Qi Sheng looked at the empty wine jar and breathed a sigh of relief. Guessing that it was getting late, he planned to take the empty wine jar away and throw it down the cliff.
Unexpectedly, before he could get up, the monk's clothes were caught by the drunken demon king, and he kissed the other's soft lips unexpectedly, sour and sweet, with the fragrance of green plum wine.
It's also very tender, like a lotus kiss in a dream.
The monk's robe on his chest was torn into wrinkles, and Qi Sheng's heart seemed to be split by a giant blade, with countless wrinkles.
The green plum wine was poured in, and one person's drunkenness became two people's entanglement.
Nan Xian was half awake and half drunk. She only knew that this was the so-called "right time, right place and right people" in romantic TV dramas. She would not be a qualified romance heroine if she didn't take advantage of the alcohol to take it a step further.
After kissing for an unknown amount of time, both of them breathed a little unevenly. When Nan Xian opened her eyes, what she saw was two thick eyelashes that were trembling violently like butterfly wings.
The tail of the eye is wet and red, and the small black mole half an inch under the left eye is red like blood.
After a while, those eyes opened misty and misty, with pain mixed with joy.
Breaking two precepts in a row: drinking and sex.
The gossip in Chuiliu Town quickly spread to Qingya Mountain.
The young leader did not believe that his junior brother would buy wine and meat in Chuiliu Town, but the people at the foot of the mountain spoke eloquently and even described the nine-turn chain lock in detail.
"Junior brother!" The leader of Qingya Mountain pushed Qi Sheng's room away.
There was no one in the house.
He searched for a long time and finally saw his junior brother in the ancestral hall at the back of Qingya Mountain.
The sweet and sweet little junior knelt on the yellow futon, crying so hard. There was a copper basin on the ground, and what was being swallowed up by the flames was not stacks of paper money, but rice paper.
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