Chapter 107: The Monk Can't Run the Temple (7)
Above the ninefold, the young man was helpless, looking at the woman who was drunk on his bed, he only felt a headache, rubbed his temples, walked to the side of the bed and called softly, "Ah Zhuo, wake up." ”
He is also distressed by Ah Zhuo, it has been so many years, she has never forgotten it, and she still tosses herself like this.
Zhuohua turned over, "Shaobai, what are you doing." ”
Looking at the top of the bed, oh, it was she who came here from Shaobai, squinted her eyes, and was very uncomfortable after the hangover, especially the headache.
"How long have I been drunk?" After realizing it, Zhuohua asked, one day in heaven and one year on earth, I don't know if the monk missed her.
Shaobai sat on the edge of the bed, pulled the person up, and said angrily, "You still know that you are drunk?" It's been three days. ”
The Heavenly Realm has been sending people to look for her, for fear that Zhuohua will make trouble, so much so that they want to imprison her directly and release her after the Buddha returns to his throne.
is also thanks to his high status, no one dares to search for this Nine Heavens, otherwise, she would have been locked up at this time.
He didn't know what was good about that Jinya, obviously he was not bad in the Nine Heavens, Shaobai was a little dissatisfied, "What do you like about that Buddha?" ”
Jinya is a Buddha, she is a demon, it is impossible in this life.
pinched Shaobai's cheeks, and said quietly, with expectation and a complexity that Shaobai didn't understand, "That's not like, it's love, just like you love me, Shaobai, if I die one day, you must take me away." ”
If she dies, it means that she is dead.
"Say something unlucky." couldn't help poking her forehead, Shaobai looked away, he was in love with Zhuohua, but his love was not as humble as Zhuohua.
Got out of bed barefoot, the bell on his ankle rang, Zhuohua rubbed his forehead, "Come on, it's time to go back." ”
It's been three years on earth.
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There is news that it is said that the demon girl Zhuohua, who has disappeared for three years, has returned, and is still looking for a good-looking man.
This news caused a great sensation and shocked Wulin, and for a long time, this matter has been regarded as a topic after dinner.
In the water of the peach blossom pool, Jinya sat under the peach tree, the peach blossoms were blooming gorgeously, and it had been three years for a while.
The table and stool were full of peach blossoms, and Jin Ya held the white chess pieces in his hand, and the chessboard on the table was already better than the sunspots.
Shaobai is dressed in white like snow, spotless, even the sun is embarrassed to leave a mottled shadow, his hair is not tied or tied, and he hangs behind him very loosely, and his white hand is as white as jade twisting the sunspot.
Glancing at the chessboard, you can see the other party's mood, he and Jinya also know each other, in order to see what the person who can make Zhuohua accept his heart is like, he almost fought with the Buddha.
"Buddha, your mind is in turmoil." Zhuohua is such a beautiful person, even the Buddha will be confused, she is like a goblin.
Fell the chess pieces in his hand, the situation was reversed in an instant, the sunspot was blocked, Jinya's expression was faint, and he didn't care about Shaobai's words, his eyes were cold, and he raised it at will, and the breath he brought up was cold, like a pearl falling to the ground, and his clear voice was as indifferent as a cloud, "It's chaotic, it's not Jinya." ”
It's him.
After being stunned for a long time, Shaobai sneered, laughed heartily, shook his head and looked at Jinya, "You, you just pretend." ”
If it weren't for the burning in his heart, he would have jumped the reincarnation cliff with her, he would be a Buddha, above ten thousand people.