Chapter 17: The Demon Monk

only heard the sound of "bang", the door of the meditation room was kicked open by Yu Wenjing, and it was too late for Dongfang Mu to rush out to stop him.

In a small meditation room, several people looked at each other, and the awkward atmosphere was self-evident.

Jiechen blinked his eyes in some surprise, and said, "You two are good at light skills, I didn't even notice when you arrived at the door, this is not the famous cloud treading technique." ”

Dongfang Mu smiled awkwardly and said, "Young Master Sikong has good eyesight, you can see this." ”

Yu Wenjing's eyes were only fixed on Xiao Yang, his expression was serious, and he only opened his mouth with three words: "Follow me." ”

Xiao Biao was even more embarrassed, but he didn't want to expose the identity of a prince at this time, so he smiled: "That'...... Who's that, I'm talking about things, give face, and go back later. ”

Yu Wenjing listened, and glared at Jiechen: "No, he is plotting against him." ”

The folding fan rolled his eyes and said, "I said...... This son, don't always have this bad intentions, that ulterior motive can't do it, we haven't done anything to your concubine in the end, what are you always doing so fiercely. ”

Jiechen's eyelashes curled to look at Xiao Biao, and the smile on the corner of his lips was particularly enchanting: "It's a pity that you're so beautiful and just his concubine~ If it's me, it's not enough to treat you as a wife~"

Jiechen may just want to tease these people, and when he speaks, the end of his sentence rises, full of provocation, which makes Yu Wenjing's face look like he has eaten ten catties of lotus seeds.

Yu Wenjing couldn't take care of it anymore, so he took Xiao Yang's hand closely, ready to take her away.

But this action was stopped by a gold dagger, and even Xiao Yang was startled.

Because it was Magnolia who was holding the dagger.

Yulan dwelled between the two of them with lightning speed, pressed a golden dagger against Yu Wenjing's neck, and said coldly: "The little lady said that she didn't want to go back, can't you hear?" ”

I thought Yulan was a well-behaved and lovely person, but at this time, it looks more like a cold-blooded and ruthless killer.

I didn't expect this little girl to have such skills.

But Yu Wenjing also has martial arts on his body, he only glanced at Yulan, and then took a momentary step, moved under his feet, and almost tripped Yulan, but fortunately, Yulan had a good foundation and barely stood firm, but he could no longer restrain Yuwen Jing, but was choked by Yu Wenjing.

Xiao Yang shouted loudly: "Yu Wenjing! Don't! ”

"Yuwen?" Jiechen, who was watching the play on the sidelines, smiled and said, "Aren't you a prince?" Haha, what kind of luck did I go today, first came a big deal, and then came a good identity, in my opinion, don't leave the two of you, let's ...... Together. ”

"One...... Together!? Dongfang Mu stared at this ring dust with wide eyes: "How is this together, I'm me, I'm me, I don't like men!" ”

When the folding fan heard this, he couldn't help but tear down the stage: "Yes, you don't like men, I don't know which neuropathy is talking nonsense to a young man in Guiyun Pavilion!" ”

Jiechen showed an extremely bewitching smile, and suddenly, Xiao Biao only felt that the temperature in the meditation room had dropped a lot, Jiechen fiddled with the Buddha beads, and said leisurely: "Does the female benefactor feel that this place is very noisy, but you want the little monk to help?" ”

Xiao Yang took a step back vigilantly, and the cold air around him began to slowly spread.

Xiao Biao said: "Why did the master come to ask me, didn't you already make a move, I didn't expect the master to have such a skill, and he could unconsciously urge the cold poison ......."

"Let the female benefactor smile." With a wave of his hand, Yulan and the folding fan fell to the ground, Dongfang Mu was also half-squatting, it seemed that he couldn't last long, and only Xiao Yang and Yu Wenjing were still standing at the moment.

Jiechen ripped off the Buddha's clothes, and the blue spider at the collarbone was revealed again, he gently stroked it with his hand, looking extremely enchanting, and said: "Don't worry, the female benefactor, this is just an ordinary cold poison, and it will be automatically untied after an hour or two. ”

Dongfang Mu was also defeated, although Xiao Biao's martial arts skills were not weak, but this body had a thin foundation after all, and there was still a feeling of numbness at the fingertips.

Xiao Biao sat down quietly and said, "Young Master Sikong, what do you want?" There should be no shortage of gold and silver treasures......"

"Amitabha, the monks naturally don't want these mundane things." Jiechen smiled treacherously and said, "Because my Sikong family used his body to extract cold spider venom, he was once condemned as a demon by everyone, and today is no exception...... The Sikong family watched the wind and water flourish in the south of the Yangtze River, but in fact, the head of the family even sent his own son to these laity for the so-called sacrifice. ”

Xiao Yang sneered and said, "If Young Master Sikong wants one of us to replace the sacrifice, then there is no need. ”

"You are not from the Sikong family, and it is useless to sacrifice you." The monk's eyes were like silk, as if he wanted to wrap the two of them: "I saved those useless things just to lure the real master over, follow me to Jiangnan, and help the Sikong family break this deadlock." ”

Xiao Biao was puzzled and said, "There are many chivalrous people in Jiangnan, why do you want to come to the vicinity of the capital?" Isn't it a big fuss to cut your hair for this matter. ”

"Haha, little lady, what you said is to the point~" Jiechen sat down, and just wanted to take advantage of the situation to hold Xiao Yang's hand, he was slapped away by Yu Wenjing on the side.

Yu Wenjing said very seriously and seriously, "Mine. ”

Jiechen's eyebrows were naughtily raised, his eyes were smiling, and he said: "Okay, okay, yours, all yours, in fact, I came here to be a monk to avoid the marriage contract of the Jia family in Jiangnan." ”

"It's not as exaggerated as the rumors say." Jiechen smiled: "It's just that a young man likes to be amorous and doesn't want to be restrained." ”

This man whose internal strength is on par with Xiao Biao's heyday, and who is full of the poison of a cold spider, will be bound by this kind of thing?

It's a little incredible to think about it, and I don't know how much of the words in this monk's mouth are true and how much are false......

As if sensing Xiao Biao's suspicions, Jiechen gently tapped the table twice with his fingers, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, as if he liked to see her suspicious.

Hiss...... What a veritable demon monk.

Xiao Biao sighed, and now she didn't bother to distinguish it, so she had to agree: "If I just accompany you to Jiangnan for a trip and make a scene, it's okay, but we will also leave a back road, and if there is any danger in a single order, you have to carry it yourself." ”

"The little lady is right to say this, then ......" The demon monk looked at Yu Wenjing with a flirtatious look: "Is this prince also going with you?" ”

"He ......"

Xiao Yang was about to open his mouth to refuse, but Yu Wenjing said coldly: "I'll go." ”

"What?" Xiao Yang felt a little incredible: "You are a prince...... Still...... Or a regent, when you leave the capital, who will do the government affairs? Give it to that ridiculous little emperor? ”

Yu Wenjing was very stubborn: "I have my own way, in short...... Can't let you go alone. ”

Jiechen was very happy, squinted his eyes and said: "Then it's decided, the two masters are ready, we will set off in three days, by the way, I haven't asked the girl's name yet." ”

Yu Wenjing endured it for a long time, and directly blocked in front of Xiao Biao: "Why are you asking this, do you have ulterior motives?" ”

Yu Wenjing, this man who walks freely in the cold poison, lives like a lion who protects food at the moment, or the kind of fried hair.

For some reason, Xiao Biao felt a little ...... Like.