Chapter 337 Don’t make trouble
“Little monk, let’s go back.”
Feeling Chang Kong let go, Jijiu took a few steps back, tugging on his monk’s robe and moving his fingers slightly.
In a sudden turn, the two of them returned to the inn room in an instant, but...
Shijiu seemed a little embarrassed.
The technique of teleportation and the rejection of space by space still exist.
"Little monk, don't make trouble, let go."
Shijiu licked his red lips, and pulled Chang Kong's hand on her waist with a half-smile, but he didn't Pull apart.
She teleported with Chang Kong, but due to the rejection of him by space, she still accidentally pressed him under her after teleporting this time.
But fortunately, they did not hit the floor directly, but hit the bed.
With the quilt as a cushion, the little monk wouldn't be too hurt when he fell, right?
"Donor Shi, don't you want to do something to the young monk?"
Chang Kong did not let go, but turned over and changed their positions.
Then, he lifted Shijiu's chin with his hand, lowered his head, and pretended to kiss her red lips.
“Don’t make trouble.”
Shijiu raised his hand to cover the young monk's thin lips, and couldn't help but laugh, "There are still people waiting for me outside."
A few hours ago, she appeared in front of everyone holding the Soul Death Umbrella. In front of her, it was equivalent to admitting her identity to everyone.
Now, those people are still waiting for her to appear!
She can't be here, rubbing shoulders with this young monk, so affectionate and charming...
"Can the young monk leave tomorrow?"
"..."
Shijiu looked at Chang Kong, the expression in his eyes gradually became dark, and his red lips slightly opened, "...can't."
...
< br>Feng'an Village.
As soon as it gets brighter, smoke rises from every house.
On the street outside the inn, the sounds of carefree children laughing and playing could be heard.
In the middle of the night, a sudden fight broke out in the village, but it did not wake up any villagers, nor did it damage anything in the village.
It can be said that none of the villagers here knew that there was a fight in Feng'an Village last night. It can even be said that even the demon spirits lurking in Feng'an Village were not aware of the fight.
"Master..."
Outside the room, Feng Ming gently knocked on the door three times, then opened the door and pushed a person in.
Youyuan’s hands were tied and he was pushed into the room with staggering steps.
In the room, the Fallen Angel propped his head and lay on his side on the bed. When he saw Youyuan coming in, his eyes grew cold.
"Fallen Angel..."
Looking at the person on the bed, Youyuan's pupils trembled slightly, and his bloodless lips trembled unconsciously.
The wound on his back ached in waves, and his soul felt a burning sensation.
"What's your name?"
Shijiu asked calmly.
Youyuan swallowed subconsciously and said tremblingly: "You... Youyuan."
"Youyuan?"
Shijiu squinted his eyes, looked at Youyuan, and licked his red lips.
This Youyuan... seems to be very afraid of her! ?
Seeing Shijiu licking his lips, Youyuan was frightened and subconsciously took a few steps back.
That's when she noticed...
It turned out that the weird monk was also in this room at that time.
At this time, the monk's face was stern, and his whole body seemed to be exuding layers of coldness, making people unconsciously want to stay away from him.
"Did you know that you made a very serious mistake today!"
Chang Kong, who glanced at the cold face over there for a long time, suddenly appeared behind Youyuan, He grabbed her injured shoulder, tilted her head, and smiled very nicely.
“Hiss~”
Youyuan couldn’t help but let out a cry of pain, gritted her teeth, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
Fallen Angel! ?
She really is a fallen angel!
Youyuan gritted his teeth, looking at the coldness in Shijiu's eyes, and tried hard to suppress his fear of the Fallen Angel, "Also... please give me some guidance... from the Fallen Angel."
< br>(End of this chapter)