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It's enough, and I hit myself in the face again, it hurts. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Mo Li felt that she must be the stupidest nine-tailed fox in the history of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan, not the stupidest, only more stupid.

The little monk's next sentence made her feel even more embarrassed, and she couldn't wait to find a crack to get into.

"Maybe I forgot to light the brazier today, if you feel cold, I'll prepare it in a while."

The little monk began to lie without blinking, his face was not red, and he was not panting.

Said that the monks don't speak.

Mo Li felt that she must be despised, and the little monk had been teasing her from the beginning.

It was only then that Mo Li realized what kind of posture she was in the arms of the little monk.

The two of them were almost close to each other without the slightest gap, and one of her hands was still on the little monk's chest.

Look at the little monk's cheeks with red marks and blood-red ears, the shy appearance of a little daughter-in-law, as if she was teasing the little monk.

After eating the tofu of the male god in the dream, why doesn't it feel comfortable in the legend?

"Hooligans."

Mo Li, who is well versed in the principle of "striking first, and then attacking others", slapped the little monk in the face directly.

Then he turned into his original form with a sad and angry face, jumped off the little monk's lap, and then pushed the door and left without looking back.

The moment the door slammed shut, the corners of the little monk's mouth were raised, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were smiling.

This simple and simple meditation room is like spring in an instant, full of vitality.

"Ameri." The little monk did not call the pearl this time, nor did he call the little fox.

For Mo Li's strange situation, the little monk had some vague guesses, but he just lacked some proof.

There are too many similarities between Moli and the little fox, temperament, and habits, but they are a little more relaxed and arbitrary than the little fox.

At the beginning, many of the little fox's behaviors were unnecessary in his opinion, but she emphasized again and again that it was necessary.

It's as if there is a shackle on her body, guiding her and controlling her at the same time.

This time, she is reckless, free, and has more innocence and longing for the future.

Joy, anger and sorrow, a smile and a smile, more real, but also more vivid.

For some reason, the little monk faintly felt in his heart that she might be the real her.

Getting rid of the increasingly boundless thoughts in his heart, the little monk picked up the chopsticks again, as if what was in front of him was not the simplest vegetarian food, but the rarest treasure in the world.

And Mo Li, who was secretly staying at the door, saw through the crack in the door that she was tasting the meals she had worked so hard to make at the dinner table, and the resentment in her heart was simply overflowing.

The little monk listened to Mo Li's broken thoughts, and laughed shallowly.

Mo Li poked holes in the doorway, and the fox claws were a little red. Just did something bad, no matter how arrogant Mo Li was, she didn't dare to go in blatantly.

Forget it, catch the fireflies. Murray blinked, and didn't change back into human form.

The fox is a small clump, and the action of catching fireflies is particularly agile.

After a while, a half-sized burlap bag was swollen.

Looking at the moon rising high, and touching the flat belly, Mo Li regretted it very much.

At this moment, bursts of pungent aroma hit, and Gou's Moli's stomach growled.

Mo Li swallowed silently, and then ran in the direction where the smell came from.

Little monk?

In fact, Mo Li didn't like to go to the little monk's meditation room at all, and the portraits in the room made her very depressed.

The ancestors of the little monk are always a little more beautiful than others, just like the real living people who will come down in the middle of the night.

The little monk has a deep affection for his ancestors, and he is the son of the Buddha, so the portrait he draws naturally has a little more aura.

Across the long path, Mo Li looked at the little monk quietly, but his chaotic head was strangely quiet.

Those scenes that can't tell the difference between dreams and reality are all gone at this moment.

Compared with the first meeting, the little monk has less bleak loneliness, although it is still an old monk's robe with a long history, but when the soft moonlight shines through the courtyard and the branches are sprinkled all over the body, it is full of warmth.

Is it because of her arrival? Has she always been a substitute for her ancestors?

In the fox clan, she is the only nine-tailed fox after the ancestor, no matter who it is, when mentioning her, she will say a few words about how the ancestor is, and the sigh makes her a little bored and embarrassed.

In the eyes of everyone, she is not as good as the ancestor who single-handedly revived the fox clan and abducted the son of the Buddha.

And she didn't pay much attention to it before, who made her temperament just stubborn.

If she hadn't been haunted by dreams, she would probably not have been able to settle down and retreat, and she would have transformed for decades.

The little monk saw Mo Li standing in place for a long time, sighed, and teleported to Mo Li.

Bent down and gently hugged Mo Li.

At this moment, the little monk felt that the five hundred years of waiting were worth it.

Mo Li didn't move, let the little monk hold her, and put her at the dinner table.

Well, you have the strength to run when you are full. This is Mo Li's comforting words, she must leave, she doesn't want to be a stand-in for anyone.

The cloth bag that Mo Li had been holding tightly also loosened, and one after another fireflies flew out of his mouth.

The faint candlelight and fireflies in the room are like the canopy above the head outside the courtyard, which is very beautiful.

Mo Li, who was in the arms of the little monk, enjoyed the little monk's personal service with peace of mind.

What surprised Mo Li the most was that the food cooked by the little monk tasted so similar to her.

"I'll make a picture for you, okay?" It wasn't until Mo Li patted his bulging belly that the little monk asked.

Mo Li looked at the smile of the other woman in the room, and suddenly lost interest.

"No, I don't look as good as my ancestors, I'm afraid of staining your brush."

Maybe even Mo Li herself didn't hear the vague sourness in her words.

A hint of loss flashed in the little monk's eyes, but he didn't say anything. In his world, there are no principles, no positions, and her will is his faith.

Just like 500 years ago, when she wanted to kill someone, he, as a disciple of Buddhism, not only did he not stop her, but he also wanted to protect her.

From that moment on, he knew that he could not escape this life, or eternal life.

When the poor Bi falls into the Yellow Spring, his only obsession will only be her.

"Rest early." The little monk hugged Mo Li as he spoke, and put her on the bed.

Mo Li's eyes widened, rest? Over here? Are the little monk sure it wasn't on purpose?

She couldn't ignore the portraits in the room when she opened her eyes and closed her eyes, and Mo Li felt that if she was in this situation, she would feel a sense of shame when she was in the same room with the little monk in the middle of the night. (To be continued.) )