I overturned the car after being scumbag

Chapter 74

How can Jiang Yuanhan have so many good brothers who are messed up, he listened to his troubles, so he didn't explain at all, lying in the Zen master's arms and sulking, his ears drooped down and wobbled.

Ah Chu deliberately came to greet him, so he naturally paid attention to the movement behind him, listened to the general conversation between the two, and heard that the little ancestor had no longer concealed his identity. In front of the underground palace, he stopped and said to the Buddha: "Long Jun is my teacher, and your predestined person...you predestined fox, I watched him grow up, Zen master need not worry too much."

He explained a sentence, turned to the other party to hold the little fox with his head buried in his arms, and said: "Since you have left the relationship with Yu Xiaoshen, I am relieved, but the Zen master is a Buddhist practitioner, I think you still... ..." Ah Chu considered his words, "You should be mentally prepared."

Jiang Yuanhan raised his head and started to have a headache when he heard the first sentence. He exchanged glances with the caring brother Chu, then turned his head to look at Wangsheng with a gloomy expression, and said to himself, Brother Lian I haven't dealt with it completely, so I have to explain the existence of first love to the other party.

Fortunately, Zen Master Wangsheng did not directly express his emotions. He was always repressed and introverted, and he still looked very gentle and calm. He asked in a gentle tone: "I know that he has a special status. Thank you Yaojun for taking care of me these years. As for Yu Xiaoshen..."

Li Chengshuang's reputation is so great that even the Buddhist holy place where he lives in seclusion has heard of it. Many monks have heard of his conduct in the world, and his glorious gentlemanly conduct... It's just that these things were all stigmatized in the end.

Wang Sheng looked like he had known it a long time ago, and there was an undetectable gloomy light in his eyes. He said, "Of course I am not as good as Yu Xiaoshen, and I am not good enough for Xiao Han."

Jiang Yuanhan: "..."

The situation is meeting relatives, the plot is the exposure of love history, and it feels like the game is basically over.

He couldn't hold back anymore, raised his paw to cover the Zen master's lips, and said nonsense with his eyes open: "How is it possible? Don't talk nonsense, we are perfect for each other."

Ah Chu watched from the sidelines and sighed: "You two have such a good relationship. As long as your love is stronger than gold, even if your paths are different, you will eventually get a good result."

"Of course, of course." The little fox turned its tail around and rubbed against Zen Master's neck coquettishly, rubbing back and forth softly and warmly, as if to comfort, but also as if to bewitch.

Jiang Yuanhan grabbed the lapel of Buddha Xiu, turned his head and winked at Brother Chu, and said suggestively: "Brother, stop talking, we are going to see my aunt, what the Bodhisattva told me is very important."

Achu didn't understand the signal, but still nodded, watching Foxiu carry Xiaohan into the underground palace, while secretly thinking: The child has grown up and has his own aesthetics and hobbies.

It's just that this hobby is really... The son inherits his father's career, and specializes in watching gentlemen and gods who are on the righteous path in the cultivation world. Whether it is Yuxiaoshen or Buddha's son, they seem to be very gentle people.

With such a "gentle misunderstanding", Taoist Linglu recalled a few things that had not been dealt with this month, brought the matter of going to the devil world to the front of the schedule, and planned to share with Chang Gan the progress of his baby brother's relationship.

But their baby brother's progress is not as smooth as they seem.

The Palace of All Souls in the demon world has collapsed long ago. Under the cover of lush ancient trees and cliffs, this underground palace where Qinglong Zhenjun lives in seclusion and practice has become a hidden and meaningful temple for the demon clan.

Since the Hundred Years' War, while gradually regaining consciousness, many monster monks have also begun to hide their whereabouts underground, and their behavior has become more low-key. Large-scale organizations rarely appear in crowded places.

Due to the geographical coverage, the strength of the demon world has a considerable overlap with the human world, which has the largest area.The blood rain on Cuiming Mountain was not only the revenge of Teng Snake Yaojun alone, but also served as an outlet for the monster clan to vent their grievances against the heavens. The rain of blood found an end for so many years of confinement. This rain has become a symbol of the reconciliation between Yaozu and fate.

The Sixiang Pill Stove is a double-edged sword. While it helps the monster race restrain their demon nature and tend to human nature, it also restrains the entire monster race's path to enlightenment.The demon world, which has been greatly affected, may have kept a low profile until True Monarch Xuanwu grew up to be a great demon in his own right.

The underground palace was not resplendent and resplendent, it was still the same as Jiang Yuanhan saw last time, but this time the surrounding bronze walls and floor tiles were placed with magical artifacts, and the demon flames similar to candles were lit from the tray and the lamp stand When it gets up, the fireworks are not affected by the wind, and they remain motionless when passing by.

The Zen master hugged him and walked among the long, semi-dark corridors. Because there is only one road in the underground palace, there are no little demons around to guide him.

In an environment where only the footsteps of two people can be heard, this kind of silence seems noisy and unbearable in someone's slightly flustered heart.The little fox's tail has been coaxing the opponent, rubbing gently between the opponent's wrist and arms through the clothes.

The Zen master's breathing was unhurried, as if he hadn't been affected by the previous conversation, until Jiang Yuanhan couldn't hold his breath, and explained in a low voice: "... Yuxiaoshen has also left."

Wang Sheng let out a soft "hmm".

His calm attitude is even more difficult to deal with than the jealous vat that the senior brother put on the table.Jiang Yuanhan stretched out his paws, hugged the opponent's fingers, shook them a few times in a very useless way, secretly glanced at the Zen master, and said, "Are you jealous?"

The demons are always so direct. This is a racial habit. They are not good at using euphemisms. Even if they are euphemistic, their skills are relatively clumsy.

Foxiu looked at him lightly with lowered eyes, and said, "No."

"Monks don't tell lies!"

"..." The Zen master paused slightly. He hooked the little fox's paw, and stroked it from the paw to the back of the other's neck. The soft and fluffy feel slightly calmed his mind, and then he moved the little fox's head and pinched it. Looking at the plush of the other party, the words are clear and authentic: "Become a human being."

Jiang Yuanhan was severely threatened by his Taoist companion, so he had no choice but to restrain his piercing minions, and obediently transformed back into a human form.

Fear of daughter-in-law is also a fine tradition of the Mozu.Jiang Yuanhan comforted himself quietly in his heart, in fact, the fox's tail drooped to the ground unhappily.

Wang Sheng was naturally able to perceive the other's subtle emotional changes, but he didn't say it out loud. His fingers pressed the back of the little fox's neck, and his palms pressed against the other's warm skin.

Buddha Xiu lowered his head, his long black hair drooped down, blending with each other, and their breaths entangled and embraced each other.

Jiang Yuanhan was a little nervous for a moment.

The other party's fingers slid down from the back of his neck, and pressed his back. The fingertips followed the line of the spine, and were stuck in the waist weakly. The strength was not heavy, but this hugging method made him People have no thought of breaking free.

Gentle and lingering, like a gurgling stream or a mountain lake gushing from a spring.

The other party's breath permeated between the collarbone and neck, which made people feel a little itchy.Jiang Yuanhan hugged him back slowly. He was wearing a very simple white robe, which was obviously clean and elegant, but on this red fox, his slender waist and smooth lines could be clearly highlighted. Shoulders and arms, and thin white fingers with transparent pointed nails.

The more plain the clothes, the more unable to suppress his attractiveness from the inside out.The feral fox curls its tail like the sweetest pastry in the world.

"Zen Master..."

"I met you, am I still a monk?"

Jiang Yuanhan's words were covered by the other party's voice. He was holding hands against the hard bronze wall. He persuaded himself to calm down, closed his eyes, and said: "...Look at you, you are still jealous..."

That's the worst thing about this vixen, especially because he will act recklessly because others like him, dare to say anything, those truths that are buried in his heart but dare not move, dare not touch, he pokes casually, It was punctured, and every word made a person's sensitive nerves curl up unbearably, and scattered like a frightened bird.

He still didn't finish his sentence, so he was firmly held down, and only the other party's pitch-black hair was in sight—the golden color that symbolized Buddha nature and purity had long since faded, and countless desires entangled like tentacles, A Buddhist practice with a pure heart and few desires is soaked into filth.

When a drop of ink is poured into a clear pool, it will spread endlessly.

"Now that you know." His voice was gloomy and soft, "you still have to say it stubbornly."

Jiang Yuanhan's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he suddenly realized the danger at this moment - if Aunt Qinglin saw this, his reputation would not be cleared by jumping into the Yellow River.

"...It won't be like this next time." The little fox immediately confessed, "Zen Master, I... um..."

Jiang Yuanhan's soft lips were sealed, but the other party's breath was still as gentle as spring water, swallowing it pervasively, lingeringly escaping into his lips and teeth, sweeping across the sharp teeth.

Jiang Yuanhan wanted to bite him, but he couldn't bear it. He rubbed the tip of the other's tongue in his mouth for a long time, but he couldn't bite, and was invaded by the other party's throat instead.

The soft spring water fell into the throat, and the feeling of suffocation and being hugged tightly came to mind at the same time. It was difficult to distinguish the other party's wishes-whether it was a tender and lingering love, or a deep and painful hate.

Jiang Yuanhan's sight has been being compressed into the space. Through the halo of the demonic flame of the candle, he faintly saw the black Buddha seal between the brows of the other party, and saw the Zen master as deep as ice, but as warm as boiling water. The eyes of water.

Everything flew by like an illusion, and when Jiang Yuanhan was relaxed a little and could look at the other party well, he found that the golden Buddha seal hadn't changed.

He gasped for breath quickly, the numbness after the suffocation still remained in his mind, he lowered his head and blinked, touched his lips...it was really swollen from being kissed.

"...You don't mind..." Jiang Yuanhan condemned intermittently, "You don't mind being ashamed."

Wang Sheng kept staring at each other, he lowered his head, and kissed the little fox's forehead lightly, with a low and hoarse voice: "It's better than you taking my life."

Jiang Yuanhan was very innocent, he couldn't figure out where he wanted his life, he thought for a long time, and he didn't know how to get rid of the misunderstanding about him in the other party's heart, so he could only make the mistake and admit it firmly: "I admit it I do have emotional experience, but...but I only have you in my heart."

"There will be others in the future."

Jiang Yuanhan: "...What is this called? You decided it for me?"

"When the vixen gets tired of playing, he will look for the next target. A passionate person will not stop for a momentary love."

As a demon, Jiang Yuanhan felt that this was an insult to himself. He was so angry that his brain hurt, but when he looked at the two people, not only did they not shake off each other, but they also pulled each other to continue walking, with their fingers clenched tightly. Yes, he said angrily: "Why do I like others just for a moment, this time again and again, what do you use to set me up? I also want to say that you, a bastard who made a bunch of incarnations to test Taoist companions, is the best. hateful……"

"All?"

Jiang Yuanhan stopped his flag and drums in an instant, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Every time, how many times?"

"..." The little fox wagged its tail, "Not a few times..."

Foxiu stopped talking, but withdrew his hand.

Just when Jiang Yuanhan thought he was going to start coaxing his partner again, the golden handcuffs on the wrists of the two emerged out of thin air, blinked their golden eyes, and then quietly disappeared.

The Zen master looked down at him, between the handsome and quiet eyebrows, the Buddha's seal was filled with light like broken gold, his eyes were fixed on Jiang Yuanhan's body, with a slight gentle smile, looking soft and harmless And sympathy for the world is almost a model of Buddhist practice in the eyes of the world.

Jiang Yuanhan felt that he vaguely saw a sesame dumpling with white skin and black stuffing, or a cold snow wolf in sheep's clothing, exuding the ultimate aggressive desire of a predator only to him.

"You can't run away." Wang Sheng said, "You can't run away even if you get tired of playing."

Jiang Yuanhan blinked in confusion: "That's not what you said just now."

"I lied to you." Wang Sheng approached and whispered in his usual tone, "You only have me in your heart, I know."

Jiang Yuanhan: "..."

"But you are too easy to empathize with others." He said, "If I don't tie you up, I will get sick and go crazy."

"...you're already going crazy."

The Zen master smiled slightly, glanced at the two hands clasped by invisible handcuffs, and said in a low voice, "Xiao Han, there is only me, there will be no next time."