Xuyun said angrily: "his monk, Lao Tzu is still vulgar now!"

Yan Qingrui: "......"

Xuyun glared at her angrily, and went to the fire to dig and see, and sure enough, there was no piece of meat left. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The angry Xuyun suddenly felt that the whole person was not good, the stinky girl and her friends were eating and drinking here, and they actually forgot about the monk, how can he be considered her friend?

Xuyun is angry, and the consequences are serious.

He walked straight to the haystack, lay down, and slept!

Yan Qingrui: "......"

It is really rare for a monk who does not meditate and lie down. A monk clamoring for meat to eat, isn't it a little scary?

What's even more terrifying is that he is lying in a pile of sheep blood, isn't it fishy and panicked?

That place was the place where Bai Xiaoxi was lying before, and a lot of sheep blood was sprinkled, although they cleaned it up later and covered it with clean hay next to it, but Yan Qingrui dared to guarantee that the ground was definitely still wet.

This monk is like this, does he think that there is not enough sheep blood here, so he wants to sprinkle dog blood?

Sure enough, Xuyun had only been lying down for a while, and his nose couldn't help twitching, and he jumped up from the hay.

Dressed in a snow-white monk's robe, stained with a very suspicious black liquid, piece after piece, like a pattern.

The reason why it is black is because the light of the stars and moon outside is too dark at the moment, and the visibility is not high, so it looks black.

When Xuyun saw it, the whole person suddenly became bad, his face was as black as the bottom of the pot, and he shouted strangely: "What the hell is this?"

During this time he slept here, and the hay here was carefully selected by him, cleaner than washed with water, and very dry, and there was no possibility of getting wet.

Yan Qingrui said very sincerely: "As you can see, this is blood!"

Before Yan Qingrui's words fell, Xuyun over there screamed, his face was like white paper, and the whole person staggered backwards, and said weakly: "Monk, I...... Fainting ......"

Then he sat down on the ground with a thud, rolled his eyes, and fell backwards, really dizzy.

Now even Yan Qingrui doesn't know what to say, a monk who drinks wine and eats meat actually faints blood, this is too unscientific, right?

Speechless, she walked to the back of the throne and offered a food box.

She placed the food box next to the void cloud.

When the food box was covered, she didn't smell anything, but when Yan Qingrui opened the food box, a strong smell of meat wafted out, and the smell of meat made people want to drool, Yan Qingrui said for a long time: "The barbecue is here, do you want to eat it?"

No response.

Yan Qingrui gently fanned the wind with her hand, fanned the fragrance to the Xuyun, and said to herself: "This meat is cold, the fragrance has been greatly reduced, presumably you have no interest, I'll take it!"

Still no response.

Yan Qingrui closed the lid of the food box, walked to the door, and said as she walked: "Thank you for the venue, I'm leaving! You don't eat this barbecue, I just took it to Jade and Xingyun to eat." ”

She walked to the door, but the void cloud still didn't respond.

Yan Qingrui was really surprised, could it be that this monk was not pretending, he was really dizzy?

Yan Qingrui walked back speechlessly, gave him a pulse, the pulse was weak and a little chaotic, the skin on his wrist was cold to the touch, and under the moonlight, his face was indeed a little whiter than usual.

Holding a big grass, it's really a symptom of blood sickness.

Yan Qingrui was scorched on the outside and tender on the inside.

He gnawed on the pig's trotters happily, ate meat without any psychological barriers, and could eat two crispy ducks at a meal, but he actually fainted blood.