Zhuge Canglan →_→

"I also know that there is no such thing as a free lunch, what do you want to do? What is the purpose? ”

"Eh, why does the little donor think of people as so utilitarian? The poor monk really wants to help you, and has no other meaning. ”

Zhuge Canglan really wanted to help her, but his eyes looked directly at Jin Mi.

What does this mean...... Abundantly clear.

This monk ...... Not a good thing!

Jin Mi was so frightened that she hid behind Zhuge Canglan and cried: "Woo...... Master, this monk is so annoying......"

"Leave her alone, give me medicine."

When Jin Mi went to untie Zhuge Canglan's clothes, he turned around and didn't look at it, and recited "Amitabha Buddha" in his mouth.

"Little donor, I don't know where you got this little girl."

The body that was smoky and bruised by Zhuge Liuxiang was very miserable, her clothes were stuck to the wounds around her with blood, and her body trembled when she pulled it gently.

Jin Mi carefully uncovered it and smeared honey on it, and there were tears in her eyes.

Zhuge Canglan endured the pain and tried to divert his attention, so he chatted with the monk: "Don't fight its idea, she signed a servant contract with me, and she is my person... Belch... Goblin. ”

"The little donor is really lucky...... The poor monk has always wanted to have such a ...... It's a pity......"

"Shouldn't monks have no desires, have no desires, have few desires, and not touch women? Such a little goblin, even if she is not human, she is still a woman after all......"

Dusty Sky sighed: "So...... The poor monk just wants to! ”

Zhuge Canglan......

If he is not a monk, he will definitely raise a "golden honey".

It took two hours for Zhuge Canglan's injuries to be picked up by Jin Mi.

Ten Thousand Poison Honey is indeed the best healing medicine, and the wound will heal in a few moments, leaving a shallow pink scar.

Such a miraculous effect made Zhuge Canglan sigh with emotion, but fortunately, he received the golden honey at the beginning.

Otherwise, this time, she didn't know how much she would suffer.

Dusty Sky seemed to have eyes on his back, and as soon as Jin Mi's movements stopped, he turned around.

"Little donor, do you want to know, why can't you use spells now? Is the spiritual power in your body limited at this moment, and no matter how hard you try, you can't summon it? ”

"How do you know?" Zhuge Canglan narrowed his eyes, and the cold murderous aura was hidden in his eyes.

"This ...... The poor monk knows a thing or two. ”

"Tell me about it, then." What Zhuge Canglan needs to know most now is this, the spiritual power in her body is like a stone sinking into the sea, if it continues like this, how can she take revenge.

The dust is not too dirty to lift the monk's robe, and sits directly in front of Zhuge Canglan.

"This ...... There are three reasons, oops, the poor monk went down the mountain to turn into a fate, and he hasn't turned into a ...... until now."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Zhuge Canglan raise his left hand, and there was a spar between each finger, a total of four spars, shining with essence.

The dusty eyes suddenly seemed to be glued to her hands, and such a handsome face with such an expression was really ...... It's not pretty!

In the hook-like gaze of the dusty sky, the finger between Zhuge Canglan's little thumb and ring finger loosened, and a spar fell into the dusty pottery bowl.

When—

A bang fell.

Chenkong suddenly smiled: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say, the little donor plants good karma, the Bodhisattva will bless you, and the poor monk must know everything and say everything......"