Volume 1: The Spirit Monkey Enters the Buddha Chapter 64: True Fragrance (Ask for Collection)

At this time, in a small town that is not particularly prosperous, the popularity of the small town is not bad.

A young man dressed as a scholar, this young man is tall and handsome, and his body is thin and tall.

Fair-skinned, this young man stands out in a country where dark-skinned skin is common.

As soon as he entered the city, he became the focus of the city.

It attracts almost everyone's attention, especially that of women.

Many people began to take the initiative to follow him, and the number of people who followed slowly gathered, and there were more and more.

The young man enjoyed the feeling of being watched, and he liked the feeling of being watched.

However, this hot day, this scorching sun, seems to have met a nemesis.

The blazing sun didn't leave a single mark on his white skin.

It was as if the sun was fighting against the white skin.

The more traces are left, the hotter and more vicious.

The hot weather is accustomed to everyone, and the more people gather, the more lively it becomes.

"Ahh

At this time, for some reason, the young man suddenly sneezed several times in succession.

The white young man sneezed a few times in a row, is such a handsome scholar sick?

As soon as a few sneezes were fired, several women were distressed at once.

These few sneezes alone caused a lot of exclamations and voices of concern.

The young man's tall nose was constantly stirring, and his nose seemed to smell something.

Sniffing the air around him, the young man stood still, discerning the smell wafting from all directions.

After a while, he had a goal in mind, and he was heading for a place that tasted the best.

This is a large restaurant, probably one of the best in the city, which is actually a large pergola-style building.

The white young man followed the feeling, followed the taste, and walked into this restaurant.

As soon as he entered the restaurant, a shopkeeper came to him and led him to sit down.

The white youth sat unnaturally.

He looked left and right to see how the others were sitting.

He learns the demeanor of others in a good way, and he doesn't care that others are looking at him.

This white young man is the appearance of the white wild boar after his transformation, very handsome, but also very thin, as soon as he enters the city, he attracts the attention of a large number of people in the city.

Not only women like to watch it, but even men like to watch it.

After the white boar transformed that day, he did not see the white bone skeleton demon.

Originally, he was still afraid that after the transformation, he was not the opponent of the White Bone Skeleton Demon, and he was still thinking about how to deal with it.

But something happened that made the pig wonder too, and the white bone skeleton was gone.

This made the pig's heart bloom, and he found a waterhole to see his appearance after transformation.

This, this, this, is it really yourself?

Why are you so handsome, why are you so thin?

That's not good.

I was so handsome that I looked at my appearance, and I was so moved that I wanted to cry.

Look at that white skin, this skin is full of collagen!

Oh, no.

This wild boar doesn't know what collagen is! It's as white as its own fat.

The whole body is so white, including the unspeakable parts, it is so white.

Hey, hey, pigs are good!

At this time, the white wild boar first thought of cabbage, Chinese cabbage!

"Woohoo. He added his tongue.

I remembered that many years ago, I always went to arch, the Chinese cabbage of the farmer's house, it was so fragrant!

The slightly open mouth brought up a smile arc, and the picture of a sunny handsome and perfect young man was presented.

The action of licking the tongue is full of temptation, which is a temptation that countless young girls and old ladies who go out of the wall can't resist.

It's just that there is still a trace of transparent liquid flowing from the corner of this young man's mouth, and it is flowing more and more.

Thinking about it, thinking about the really fragrant cabbage, I drooled.

Drooling, drooling, I thought of the beauty of the village.

Thinking, thinking about beautiful women.

The indescribable part is ... Only... It becomes indescribable.

White boar!

Oh!

It's a beautiful man who is white.

The beautiful white man fell into memory, remembering the location of that village.

I want to follow the route in my memory to find the real fragrant Chinese cabbage in my memory.

The happy beautiful man set off and sank into the dirt with one foot, so deep.

has just transformed into a shape, this white and beautiful man, he still can't grasp the strength of his body, and he is still walking on his feet is still awkward, and he is a little unaccustomed.

It seems to be a bit awkward.

Pig's trotters emerge naturally.

Uh-huh!

In this way, it is not awkward, and it is still comfortable to walk with pig's trotters.

There used to be a village where cabbage was arched, but that village is no longer there.

I don't know if it's really the village gone, or if it's in the wrong place, most likely in the wrong place.

After so many years, he only has cabbage and girls in his memory, where is there a route.

The white boar was very sad for a while, and he didn't know if it was because he didn't find the cabbage, or because he didn't find the girl.

White boars don't have the shame of monkeys.

He had been walking through the mountains and forests without clothes, and he had not found a leaf or anything to cover his indescribable parts.

The white boar may not be ashamed, but proud.

His skin was still highly defensive, he was not wearing any clothes, and he did not have thick hair on his body, but he was not scratched or scratched.

He didn't find the village, and he didn't want to continue to wander in the mountains and forests.

The white and beautiful man just walked towards the place where there were people.

He still remembers that when he was arching cabbage outside the village, he once smelled the fragrance wafting from the village, which was the smell of food.

The fragrance was more fragrant than most of the things I had eaten in the mountains over the years.

It was drooling for days, but humans were too cunning and too cruel.

They actually eat pork, and the pigs don't want to eat human flesh, but people want to eat pigs.

At that time, there were a few wild boars who went with him to arch cabbage.

But those wild boars were killed by cunning humans with traps and many tools.

Later, the fragrance wafting from the village became even more fragrant, and the pig still drooled when he smelled the pork.

Although he ran away, he was also beaten by those hateful humans.

On several occasions, some people had swords in their hands and stabbed several holes in him, but fortunately they were thick-skinned.

Well, thick skin really works, it's too thin now.

They also have traps, and all kinds of knives, which make the pigs scared.

But now that I'm like them, I shouldn't be beaten, right?

But the truth is often cruel, when he first appeared in human society.

Because he didn't wear anything and had a pair of pig's trotters, he was soon affectionately called "monster" by people, and a large number of people came out to fight monsters.

He was beaten again, though the men didn't hurt.

He fought back again, and the strength of these people was no match for him at all, and they were all knocked down by him.

After that, he had clothes and shoes.

He no longer walks with pig's trotters, nor does he run any more.

It was all taken from the men who beat him.

But after the beating, soon more people appeared, and they were still armed with weapons.

The memory of the hole in his body was still fresh, reminding him of the power of the weapon.

The white beautiful man could only run away, and now the white beautiful man is running fast.

Although it was a two-legged run, it felt faster than when I was running on four legs.

Before coming to this city-state again, the beautiful man met a scholar who was about the same size as himself.

He remembered the dress of the person in his memory, the original version of the person he had incarnated, and it seemed that he was also dressed like this.

And the clothes on the scholar's body look better than the ones on his body.

So that scholar is tragic, and there is another scholar in this world who has a blue nose and swollen face, and has immorality.

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