Chapter 112: The Monk Can't Run the Temple (12)

If the Buddha can't succeed in returning to the throne, there will definitely be people who will find trouble with Zhuohua, don't say it's him, even if the Buddha personally protects him, those people won't buy it.

That's the Buddha, the Buddha above the Nine Heavens!

His identity and status are irreplaceable, you can imagine his importance, this girl, he thought she would just toss, but he didn't expect her to sleep directly.

It's embarrassing to say, that's a Buddha, a person who lives in the void above the nine heavens, and has never eaten the fireworks of the world, such a breeze and bright moon, after all, she was pulled down to the red dust.

Shaobai didn't dare to think about it, such a fairy-like person, and looked at the fairy-like beauty in front of him, and finally understood why the world loves to write stories about fairies and glamorous goblins.

Really...... Exciting enough.

After thinking about it again and again, Shaobai couldn't help but ask, "Cough, Zhuohua, how was the Buddha last night......"

The words gradually became obscene, especially Shaobai's gossip appearance, which made Zhuohua can't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

Raising his eyebrows, Zhuohua leaned lazily against the door frame, nodded his red lips, and replied, full of teasing, "Why don't you try it?" ”

Rolling his eyes, Shaobai snorted coldly, and a little bit of a scoundrel, he was completely different from the cold fairy on weekdays, very sour, he felt like a lemon essence, "It's not good to look at it, you can still get out of bed in the morning, if you change me, you may not be able to ...... for three days"

Before he finished speaking, he was overturned to the ground by a force, and Zhuohua hooked his fingers, "Believe it or not, I tore your eloquent mouth." ”

Slowly walked to the table and took the string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and knew that it was skewered in Shaobai without guessing.

The air was suddenly very quiet, and the silence made people a little frightened.

The sandalwood in the room was replaced by other incense, which was the smell that Zhuohua liked, and a red lotus loomed in the center of Jinya's eyebrows, and the temperament on her body became more and more warm, and it was more quiet and elegant.

When Jin Ya woke up, he was the only one left in the room, the string of Buddhist beads was placed next to the bed, and the brocade quilt slipped off, revealing his sturdy body, and the traces of that body could also think of what happened yesterday.

The voice of "Zhuohua ......" was very soft, and it disappeared into the air, and no trace could be found.

She's gone.

Able to perceive the difference in the body, Jin Ya sat on the bed, was silent for a long time, and when he raised his head again, he slowly put the string of Buddhist beads on his delicate wrist, and his temperament changed suddenly, with more compassion and indifference.

The eyebrows and eyes were full of coldness, the white wrist was lined with simple Buddha beads more and more exquisitely, the expression was flat, and he slowly got up and put on his clothes, and the bright red on the bed was particularly dazzling.

It's like a peach blossom outside.

After being stunned for a long time, even if the excess emotions had been suppressed by the power of the Buddha beads, Jinya's heart still couldn't help but fluctuate a lot at this moment.

That Buddha bead was used by him to suppress his emotions, otherwise after going through so much, there would have been no Buddha above the nine heavens.

The moment Zhuohua jumped off the reincarnation cliff, he might have gone crazy.

There seemed to be her breath in the room, Jin Ya could hear his own heartbeat, the neat table was messy, the scriptures fell to the ground, and when he closed his eyes, he would remember the events of last night.

The taste of ecstasy.

It's no wonder that the world is so greedy for Hongchen, especially doing it with a loved one, how beautiful it is that even Jinya can't describe.