The villain boss is not easy to mess with

Chapter 292 Little Master (19)

Tang Qian's body temperature was extremely high, and she could feel it through her clothes.

Her voice was weak and soft: "Little Master, I feel so uncomfortable."

Tankong was stunned for a moment, then he stretched out his hand to pull the person off his body, and then stretched out his hand, and the quilt that was stacked on the bed was in his hands.

He wrapped Tang Qian up, and then carefully laid it flat on the bed.

"Sponsor, please calm down. The cat demon has been cultivated for 500 years. You need to be patient. The poor monk will help you by chanting scriptures." The young man said, sitting cross-legged on the floor beside the bed, and continued to read the scriptures in his mouth.

Tan Kong's brows were calm and unwavering, with an expression of abstinence on his face.

Tang Qian: ...

In the middle of the night, the inner alchemy in Tang Qian's body was finally absorbed. How could she have obtained 500 years of cultivation for nothing?
But that's not good at all, 500 years is enough for self-preservation.

Tankong stood up, raised his hand and lightly dusted the dust on the white monk robe.

He went to the table and poured a glass of water for Tang Qian. He just put it on the bedside without going any further. Then he just sat down by the door, cross-legged.

That way, it seemed that there was no one else in the room except himself.

Tang Qian breathed a sigh of relief, then stretched out his hand from under the quilt, the porcelain white jade skin could be broken by blowing bullets, but the handsome monk had Buddhism in his heart and would not fall into evil thoughts.

Tang Qian finished drinking the water decisively, turned around and fell asleep.

Now she has become a fat person after eating in one bite, and with Tan Kong's reaction, she is exhausted physically and mentally.

Soon, the girl's gentle breathing came from the bed.

The young man sitting on the ground opened his eyes, his dark eyes looked up at the back of his house that was tightly wrapped, and he shook his head secretly.

How can a monk have evil thoughts.

Now that the little white cat has 500 years of skill, it is natural that he is not afraid of being persecuted, and should not stay with him anymore.

If the cat body is okay, but it will still transform into a human after all.

It's really inappropriate for the two of them to get along like this.

After thinking about it, Tan Kong closed his eyes again and settled down to rest.

Tang Qian didn't wake up until noon.

Seeing this, Tankong asked someone to prepare food for her, and after eating, asked her to transform into her original form first, and asked Xiaoer to bring bath water so that she could take a bath.

When the door was closed, Tankong came out from behind the screen, he just raised his head, but suddenly froze, uneasiness appeared on his handsome face, he rolled his eyes.

Tang Qian took off the outer layer of gauze skirt, and only wore one layer, plus the inner breast wrap.

With a white and soft body, the curves are just right, and the long hair is pulled up, revealing a slender neck like snow, with a bell hanging on a red string.

"Amitabha." Tan Kong clasped his palms together, said lightly, and then pushed out the window.

A handsome monk, a gentleman, and a gentleman are the real deal.

The way she left in a hurry made her look like some kind of man-eating monster.

……

After entering the water, Tang Qian took a comfortable bath, and when she came out, Tan Kong was not there, so she simply continued to sleep.

Until the evening, there was a knock on the window.

Tang Qian opened her sleepy eyes, rubbed them twice, and lazily said, "Little master, come in."

Only then did Tankong push open the window and step in.

Tang Qian looked at the young man in a white monk robe, who was standing indifferently in the house at this time, perhaps because of the wind blowing outside, his face was a little pale, and the red Buddha seal on his forehead seemed to be protruding more and more.

It's not easy for a handsome monk. You can't go through a good door, you can only go in and out through the window.

Just as she was thinking about it, Tan Kong, who was standing in the distance, said, "Benefactor, since you have 500 years of Taoism, you are not allowed to stay with the poor monk to seek shelter. The poor monk is a monk, and the benefactor is a woman. It is not appropriate, so let's go."

(End of this chapter)