Seeing Qingle's ghostly expression, he felt very inexplicable, "Why are you looking at me with such eyes." ”

"You, you, you, you ......" Qingle swallowed the huge shock in his heart, "you" didn't come out of it for a long time.

Xun Yi rolled his eyes helplessly, "Don't worry, I won't eat you again." ”

At this point, Qing Le instantly remembered the virtue of this person in front of the black wind monster and the little minion, and he was even more frightened. His two strange "friends", who knows if they will be so excited that they will swallow themselves into their stomachs.

Qingle kicked his legs, and his body instantly moved three feet away.

"Engong, come and see if this porridge is almost ready!" Another voice came from outside, seeing that it was still cooking.

Xun Yi wanted to call Qingle together, but seeing her look like a rabbit seeing an eagle, she shook her head and said that she was inexplicable, and went out to eat by herself without saying anything.

Seeing him like this, Qingle stretched his neck to look out, and outside was a person dressed as a small Taoist priest, spinning around a makeshift stove, and then the man sat next to him, cushioning a thick layer of soft leaves, and munching on peaches leisurely.

"Come here. "Xun Yi didn't even look at it, and he knew that Qingle was there.

The little Taoist priest raised his head and looked around in confusion, then pointed at himself in question.

Xun Yi didn't even raise his head, "It's not you." ”

"Oh. The little Taoist priest continued to cook his rice in a daze.

Isn't that the only thing left to say is himself?" Qingle pursed his lips and reluctantly stepped out of the temple gate, and at the same time, an unusually clear cry came from his stomach.

"What's the sound?" the little Taoist priest, who couldn't open his eyes because of the smoke and steam, raised his head again and squinted his eyes to look around.

Qingle hurriedly covered his stomach, pretending that nothing had happened, and raised his head to look around.

She sat next to Xun Yi, rubbing her legs and feet a little awkwardly.

"Engong, come and taste it, see if you want to add some more salt?" The little Taoist priest turned his head and asked Xun Yi, but he happened to have a face-to-face with Qingle who was sitting over, and then in the next moment, the little Taoist priest was so frightened that the spoon in his hand fell off, and the spoon stained with porridge on the ground instantly turned like mud, and stirred up a lot of dust on the ground.

Xun Yi turned his head away in disgust.

"You, you...... You ......"

Now it's Qingle's turn to have a headache, what's going on?

"Girl, you're not dead!" After "you" for a long time, the little Taoist priest finally said it.

Qingle instantly understood, this little Taoist priest seemed to be guarding the temple here, and that day he must have known that the girl who was occupied by himself entered the temple, and it was very likely that she died. Now that I am standing in front of him alive, it is strange not to be surprised.

As soon as he heard this, Xun Yi was also interested, and turned his head slowly, "You're dead?"

Qingle rolled his eyes when he asked this, "You are dead, can I still stand and sit here when I die?"

"That's not for sure, there have been a lot of deaths in recent years, and if you die and die, you may come back to life. Xun Yi fanned the "Beck Fan" and said with a smile.

Qingle didn't have seen the power of this fan, so he moved it to the side.

"That...... My life is good, pretending to be dead, isn't it, didn't I meet this demon killer? Qingle couldn't think of a good reason for a while, and he didn't know what the little Taoist priest knew about the situation, so he casually made it up.

"Oh, good luck girl. The little Taoist priest nodded, rinsed the spoon with water, and went back to cook the porridge.

Qingle was shocked, this is believed? Then this little Taoist priest is really easy to deceive.

It's just that Xun Yi next to him raised his eyebrows.

Qingle swallowed his saliva, afraid that he couldn't fool this person.

After waiting for a while, the little Taoist priest breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay!"

The three men took the thick leaves and bent them into the shape of a bowl, and one of them served some porridge.

The little Taoist priest was obviously very hungry, and put it directly into his mouth despite the hot mouth.

Qingle looked at him, although this porridge was floating with some black scum that I don't know what it was, it still looked like it could be eaten. She blew along the edge of the leaf and took a small sip.

Then her expression froze on her face, and she just wanted to spit it out, but she was gagged by Xunyi's fan, "Hey, people have worked hard to cook it, you have to give some face." ”

Qingle stared at him with extremely resentful eyes, and then swallowed the mouthful of porridge with a frown.

Then Qingle watched Xun Yi quietly pour his own porridge behind him, pretending not to know anything.

"You ......" Qingle just wanted to shout, Xun Yi lightly fanned, and Qingle immediately ate a mouthful of dust.

"Phew, phew. ”

The little Taoist priest didn't know why, "Two, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, I'm just choking. Xun Yi replied with a smiling face.

Qingle angrily moved away from him.

I used to suspect that he had something to do with the person named Yi in my dream, but now it seems impossible. Yi in the dream is gentle and considerate, and he is simply a perfect Langjun who is delusional whether it is the heavenly realm or the evil spirit.

In addition to the long-looking image, it is simply a trouble-making disaster, or the kind of disaster star that loves to provoke trouble and can't be provoked.

Qingle went to the side aggrievedly, and after a few people finished eating the "porridge", they started chatting.

"Where did you all come from?" the little Taoist priest looked at the two of them curiously.

"Hit the sky. Qingle didn't want to say anything, and then saw the two of them staring at him, so he changed his words, "Tianshang Town." ”

"I don't know where I'm from. Xun Yi took out a fresh peach from his arms and said.

Qingle watched him nibble on peaches, but ignored his words.

Xun Yi turned a blind eye, "I don't know what it's called where I used to live." ”

The little Taoist priest just nodded his head, thinking that he felt that this person couldn't be provoked, and he didn't dare to ask more.

"I, I am a little Taoist priest who guards the temple of the twelve main gods, surnamed He, Mingming, bright Ming, and the word Baodan. The little Taoist priest explained solemnly.

"Oh, Ho Bao Dan. Xun Yi summed it up succinctly.

"Yes, you can call it that, too. He Baodan replied curtly.

"My name is ......" Qingle just wanted to say her name, but she thought that this was in the mortal world, and it was naturally inconvenient to reveal her real name, she thought about it, thinking that she fell from the sky, so she said, "My name is Ah Luo." ”

"Ah Luo, what are you doing when you come up to the mountain? He Baodan asked.

"Please, God. Ah Luo said.

Who knew that Xun Yi laughed out loud, "Please?"

"What's the matter, can't you pray to God?" Ah Luo glared at him.

"It's not good for you to ask for anyone, but you ask this main god twelve, there are so many goblins on this mountain, and they are not afraid to ask themselves to die. ”

Ah Luo was angry and couldn't refute it, didn't this girl who lost her soul ask God to kill her.