Chapter 2 Shijiu’s first encounter with the young monk
With this look in his eyes, he couldn’t possibly be a monk.
Qing Diao looked at the bald monk's emotionless eyes and couldn't help but spit in his heart.
How can any monk have such a lack of emotion in his eyes?
Indifferent as water, as if no one, anything, or anything could enter his eyes or his heart.
Aren’t monks supposed to be compassionate?
Shouldn’t they all be meant to save all sentient beings?
Why did he ask for its demon elixir when he first arrived? Didn’t he know that if it didn’t have the demon elixir, it would die?
This man must not be a real monk.
"Bah, I'll borrow it if you ask me to. Can the demon pill be borrowed?" Qing Diao blew out a breath from his nostrils, his tone was extremely unkind.
"Little monk, do you want the demon elixir of this green sculpture?"
Shijiu sat on the thick branch of a thousand-year-old tree, his porcelain white feet swaying in the air, and then Added to the background of the black gauze skirt, those petite feet were white and shiny.
When Qingdiao heard the familiar voice, his huge body couldn't help but tremble.
It doesn’t need to look back at all. When it hears that voice, it knows who it is.
For a long time.
The great demon of the Sunshine Forest, Shi Jiu.
The green eagle flapped its bound wings, trying to escape from here.
Oh my goodness, isn’t this devil sleeping? How could he wake up at this time?
It’s over, it’s over, Yaori Forest is about to change its blood again!
It needs to run away quickly, otherwise if she catches it, it will die!
"Stinky monk, let me go quickly," Qing Diao said to the bald monk in horror: "Don't you want to borrow the demon pill? I'll lend it to you for as long as you want, let me go quickly!"
"Shut up."
Sitting on the tree for a long time, his red lips were slightly opened and his voice was soft and faint.
But Qing Diao, who was trapped on the ground, was directly shaken by Shi Jiu's light voice, causing his cultivation level to fall back one level.
Like those who cultivate demons, their cultivation realms are based on grades.
They are low-level, intermediate-level, high-level, heavenly level and transformed, and each level is divided into nine levels.
Like it, it is a third-level heavenly monster. After Shi Jiu gave such a faint drink, it instantly regressed to the eighth-level high level.
The green eagle resisted the riot of demon power in its body, and with just such a casual sentence, all its hundreds of years of efforts were in vain. But Qing Diao lowered his head and did not dare to speak any more.
It is afraid that it will offend the devil on the tree, and it will die immediately without even a chance to escape!
Chang Kong looked for the sound and saw the woman's white feet at first sight. He quickly lowered his head, his ears were reddish, he clasped his hands together and murmured: "Amitabha, don't look at anything inappropriate, don't look at anything inappropriate."
Jiu Jiu jumped down from the tree, looking at the bald monk's delicate facial features, his emotionless eyes, and his reddish ears, he licked his lips again.
"Little bald head, I will help you take out the demon elixir of the green eagle, you..."
Shijiu appeared behind Chang Kong in an instant.
One hand hooked around his neck and his head rested on his shoulder. As he spoke, his warm breath blew on Chang Kong's reddish ears.
This was unexpected by Chang Kong.
Those eyes that had not shown any emotion in thousands of years had emotions for the first time.
Chang Kong broke away Shijiu's hand on his neck with one hand and moved away from Shijiu as fast as he could.
Looking at Shijiu again, there were emotions in his eyes, shame and anger.
This is the emotion Shijiu saw.
"This is the first time I have met such an interesting person."
Shijiu curled his red lips, his tone was extremely pleasant, and he was a little reluctant to just eat him.
As he spoke, he squatted down and looked at the green sculpture under his feet that was shaking like a sieve, raising his right hand slightly.
It’s over, I’m going to die, I’m really going to die!
Qing Diao felt extremely regretful. If he had known better, he would have lent the inner elixir to that smelly monk. At least he would not have died so quickly!
"Amitabha, this female donor, wait a minute."
Chang Kong spoke to stop Shijiu's next move.
(End of this chapter)