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In a dilapidated thatched hut at the foot of the empty mountain, the sparse sunlight jumped in through the thatched cracks in the roof, whirling mischievously on the robes of the red-robed monks.

Jing Ting moved his fingers, frowned slightly, his thin lips pursed slightly, and cold sweat broke out slightly on his forehead.

Sensing that something was wrong with Jing Ting, Gu Li, who was nesting on the side, immediately stood up, shook off the dead grass on his body, and walked to his face.

"Squeak!"

Jingting, wake up!

Seeing that he couldn't wake up, Gu Li shook his ears and directly pushed Jing Ting's side face with his upper paws.

Jing Ting's face turned pale, and the cold sweat on his forehead fell into the dry grass. Even though Quercus pushed hard with her fox paws, there was still no sign of soberness.

Xiaobai, what's wrong with you?

【…… Probably because of the lack of adaptation? 】

Quercus cou: ......

Tsk, as always, weak chickens. I don't know who drove all night last night, and he actually tossed himself sick.

Gu Oak is simply powerless to complain. I finally breathed for an hour, absorbed some ginseng essence, and now I had to go to water again.

The little paw pressed on the center of the young man's eyebrows with some indignation, closed his eyes, hugged the yuan and returned to one, and fused the only little spiritual power in his body into the Buddha veins of Jing Ting.

Thanks to the fact that although the original owner was a demon body and had opened his spiritual wisdom, he had not had time to cultivate the demon law, and he was lured by the merit value of the dog's leg to run away to reincarnate. Otherwise, if it was a little later, she was afraid that she would not be able to inject spiritual power into this innate Buddha vein.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

A mouthful of blood was suddenly spit out by Jing Ting. Coincidentally, one of the little fox's tails wagged over.

Gu Li looked at the black blood on his tail with a confused expression, and withdrew the claws attached to Jing Ting's eyebrows.

No, it's not like it's not adaptable, is it? Can you vomit black blood if you don't adapt to water and soil?!

"Squeak?"

Jingting?

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Jing Ting finally opened his eyes, and his eyes were in chaos. There is innocence, there is evil; There is Buddha nature, there is demonic nature.

He looked at the little fox on the side of his face complicatedly, closed his eyes, and darkened his voice, "Oak oak ......"

"Squeak?"

Are you okay?

After asking, Gu Li silently added in his heart: It doesn't look like it's okay......

Why do you feel that the king is becoming more and more abnormal?

"Oak, in your eyes, am I Jingting or Wen Yan?"

The sudden question made Gu Oak subconsciously take a step back. Thinking back to the words that Wen Yan said before going to bed, which were half threatening and half pleading, his back was slightly cold.

"Oak, if he doesn't let you turn into a human form in front of me, you really don't turn into a human form?"

Jing Ting's eyes were red as he looked at the little fox who suddenly retreated, and his complicated eyes made Gu Li understand the injured emotions.

Come on, isn't this stalk unbearable?

Well, the king is so capable, it seems that one beating is not enough, you have to beat twice.

As soon as Gu Que wanted to call out the leaves, he saw Jing Ting blinking aggrievedly with tears in the corners of his eyes.

Isn't that a bit wrong? Your Majesty, has your character collapsed too completely? You're a monk!!

Gu Oak: I'm so tired.

Xiaobai, are you sure this is a fragment of the king?

Xiaobai, who squatted in the space and silently grew hair: ......

[Yes, yes.] 】

Gu Li blinked his eyes and sighed silently in his heart.

"Squeak Squeak ......"

Jingting, you are alone.

Gu Li sat on the ground solemnly, raised his little head, and looked at Jing Ting's eyes very seriously.

Originally, I thought that Jingting's personality didn't know about Wen Yan's existence, but it seemed that she guessed wrong.

"Oak, then you will always be with me."

Jing Ting couldn't help but reach out and touch the little fox's head, and by the way, the blood stains on the fox's tail were cleaned with a cleaning charm.

The fluffy tail fluff touched the palm of his hand as if it had touched the tip of his heart.

Gu Li: You're not a rhetorical question!

The little fox nodded solemnly, his little paws pressed on the young man's red robe, and his bright grape eyes were full of the young man's pale face.

"Squeak."

Nature.

I'm here for you. If you doubt the fox again, beware of the fox giving you a paw!

Gu Li secretly thought in his heart, whether to lock up the king of this small world.

"Oak, but as you said, I am alone with him. Therefore, you must not be biased. ”

Quercus coquet: !!

What's going on with a bad feeling for some reason?!

Before Gu Oak could react, he was hugged by Jing Ting and stood up and walked towards the door of the dilapidated house.

Pushing open the old wooden door, which is almost falling apart, you are greeted by the warm autumn sun pouring down from the branches. The breeze blew on his face, bringing a few wisps of blood from the bottom of Jing Ting's eyes.

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The town, which is twenty kilometers away from Kongshan Temple, is bustling and lively.

"Uncle, I want to eat that sugar gourd!"

The little girl was about seven or eight years old, with two braids, her face was pale, her pupils were lighter than ordinary people, and occasionally a wisp of blood was crossed under her eyes.

A man in a Taoist robe who looked to be about thirty years old was holding the child, and he thought it was the "uncle" in the mouth of the little girl.

The Xuzhu Taoist held his little niece with one hand, and hooked the little girl's nose affectionately with the other hand, causing the little girl to smile and bend her eyebrows.

"Okay, uncle, I'll buy it for you."

"Selling sugar gourds and yelling—"

"Young man, how do you sell sugar gourds?"

"A piece of ocean."

Hearing this, Xuzhu frowned, and asked uncertainly, "How can it be so expensive?" ”

"Uncle, you don't know yet, this sugar gourd is a delicate job, and naturally the price is a little higher."

Xuzhu looked down at the little girl, and the little girl also looked at him. Seeing that Xuzhu was a little hesitant, he actually hugged his neck and sprinkled coquettishly.

"Uncle~Nan Nan wants to eat sugar gourd~"

"Okay, okay, my uncle bought it for Nan Nan to eat."

As soon as the little girl was coquettish, she could only find a copper-colored steel hammer from the inside of her clothes, which was what the hawker called the ocean.

"Help me pick a sweeter one for this little girl."

"Okay! Uncle, don't worry, my sugar gourd is handmade, the amount of sugar, that's the top! ”

The vendor took a skewer of sugar gourd skewers that looked red as a whole, and handed it to the little girl with a smile.

"Come, little girl, take your sugar gourd."

The little girl took the sugar gourd, took a small bite, and smiled sweetly at the vendor: "Thank you, little brother." ”

Caught off guard at the little girl's light brown pupils, the peddler inexplicably felt that his soul was almost floating.

"Nan Nan, is the sugar gourd sweet?"

"Sweet~"

Fortunately, Xuzhu diverted the little girl's attention in time, otherwise, the hawker's feeling would have to be implemented.

After Xuzhu left for a moment with the little girl in his arms, the vendor came back to his senses completely. He scratched the back of his head in confusion, and he didn't remember what had just happened.

"Eh, it's strange, who bought the sugar gourd just now......"