Zong Qing frowned, looking very troubled. At this time, even the nine-headed black snake was staring in the direction of Rong Xiyue and Zong Qing, vaguely expecting.
"Donor, what do you want to do?"
He was walking slowly at first, but before he got close to the young man in green shirt, he was rolled up by her whip. Zong Qing's white muscles in fine clothes had a kind of feeling under the black and red whip.
A sense of visual conflict and abused beauty.
He was a little panicked.
Rong Xiyue knelt down and touched Zong Qing's head. The bare touch made her very satisfied, but a little dissatisfied.
If a monk has no ring scars, how can he be considered a real monk?
What is charming about the young monk lies in his purity of heart and self-discipline, his observance of the precepts, the solemnity with which he folds his hands and lowers his head, and the several scars on his head that represent purity of heart and self-discipline.
When Zong Qing was touched by October Rong's delicate hands on his head, he felt cool and comfortable, and a touch of comfort flashed through his heart. However, the next second, when he heard the voice that seemed to have the glory of a demon, Zong Qing felt...
Qing immediately shrank his head and retracted.
Cherish life, the principle is ten years.
"Monk, don't you think there are a few ring scars missing on your head?"
The young man said it very seriously, as if he was seriously thinking about whether he really wanted to give Zong Qing some ring scars.
"Donor, the poor monk has already said it! The poor monk is a disciple of a layman. He is supposed to be a disciple of the disciples. He is the leader of the disciples!"
When Zong listened to these words, he was obviously very excited. Seeing his excited expression, Rong Xiyue's interest, which was originally just a whim, became more intense.
From the moment she met this demon monk, he had a lazy and aristocratic look. She had never seen such an excited look before. His beautiful, twinkling peach blossom eyes were full of anxiety, uneasiness and excitement!
A beautiful person, he can be so beautiful even with a bald head. No, it is the bald head that sets off his otherworldly beauty even more!
Rong Xiyue's whip was a semi-artifact stolen by Chu Wenyu that could cut space into short-term time rifts. Although it seemed to be less effective in this weird Pagoda Gate, it was still useful for restraining a person.
More than enough.
Zong Qing struggled, and Qinggui's complexion began to slowly turn red due to the strength of his struggle. At this time, the light that would shine like golden eggs all over his body could no longer shine.
Rong Xiyue patted Zong Qing's head, very satisfied with his expression, and the smile on his face was extremely cheerful.
"After I leave here, I will buy incense and I will light it for you personally. Be good, monk."
Zong Tingting breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Rong Xiyue's words. He couldn't help but feel depressed. How could he be teased like this by a young boy?
However, no matter what, he must not have a ring scar on his head.
After Rong Xiyue finished teasing Zong Qing, she watched his expression change from panic and excitement to his usual noble, lazy and innocent look. He pursed his lips and put away his whip.
The nine-headed black snake showed no tendency to get out of the way, but it also had no intention of harming them.
The halo around the golden egg became stronger and stronger, so that in the end, the golden light directly illuminated the dark prison. Rong Xiyue even saw the bright and gorgeous colors, from the golden egg's
It emanates from the egg.
At this time, Tianlao shook, and the shaking feeling was too obvious.