The boss of Fast Travel is not a good person all day long

The young man in white looked pale and his footsteps were messy.

When the people in the temple came into view, his eyes lit up slightly and he couldn't help but feel joyful in his heart.

"Baby!"

A pet name that echoed between his lips and teeth countless times came out of his mouth.

At this moment, it was not only himself who was stunned, but also the person called Baobao.

"Are you... crazy?" Bo Jin looked confused, holding 66's hand slightly harder.

Who is Jin Cancan called?

Gan!

Pull it out and do it... do it!

The boss was confused. Apparently, she didn't think the baby Yunsu was calling was her.

Bai Jin always thought that he was a tall and powerful boss, but he didn't know that in Yunsu's eyes, she was so cute that he wanted to rub her to death.

A smile appeared on the man's pale face, and he deliberately lowered his voice, "Baby Shi Yan."

Bo Jin: "..."

Unable to survive, Jin Cancan rebelled.

"..." They obviously just called you.

"Emmmm..." No matter, I am not, I am tall and majestic, how can I be called a baby?

"..."

"Don't you like it, baby?" Seeing that Bai Jin remained silent, Yunsu's eyebrows instantly drooped, looking very disappointed.

"No." Bo Jin turned his head and didn't look at him.

Why does Jin Cancan always step on the weakness of this deity?

Weak chicken, I don't like this title, I don't care about being a weak chicken!

right! That's it, I don't care about weaklings.

66: "...I would like to interrupt you, I am weak and pitiful..." I don't see you care less! !

Bo Jin didn't say a word. She decisively chose to ignore the little bastard's words, and secretly gave the little bastard a nickname - The Bitch King!

As the name suggests: cheap and bastard.

"Baby, it's so scary outside. They are all chasing me. I almost never see the baby again." He took one baby at a time, grabbing Bo Jin's hand and secretly taking advantage of it.

After they separated that day, he finally realized his feelings, and the girl in front of him touched his heartstrings all the time.

When he woke up and saw no one around him for the first time, the panic in his heart made him realize that he had already fallen into trouble.

He has never been a good person and will try his best to get what he wants no matter what method he uses.

How can a saint have selfish motives? What's more, he never felt that he was a saint.

That cold and desireless look is just for outsiders to see. What he really wants is never limited to any form.

Just like now, if he wants to get this cold woman, pretending to be weak is also a method.

"Don't be afraid." Bo Jin glanced at the bloody sword in Yunsu's hand with a calm expression, reached out and patted his back to comfort him.

The man moved closer to her arms and pretended to throw away the 66 on her leg inadvertently.

66: "!!!" Dog...dog man and woman!

"I didn't even see the baby when I woke up. It was so scary!" He raised his eyes and complained.

The aroma of green tea lingers in the temple.

Lu Liu, who hid in the corner, couldn't help but retched, and was frightened back by Bo Jin's cold eyes.

66: Happiness belongs to them, I don’t even have the right to be disgusted.

You are so scared, your sword is covered with blood.

"Don't be afraid." Mr. Bai, who was short of words, comforted him again.

"I'm not afraid. If I find you, I won't be afraid of anything." He arched his eyebrows, and where Bo Jin couldn't see them, those deep eyes reflected a different brilliance.

The atmosphere between the two was strange but harmonious. Yunsu didn't ask why Bo Jin was so doting, and Bo Jin didn't care why Yunsu suddenly became good, as if everything should be like this.

The natural intimacy surprised 'all' the onlookers. (ps: Yi Zhong = 66)

"Dang, Dang, Dang..."

The bell rang, interrupting what Yunsu wanted to say. A dark color flashed in his eyes, the tip of his tongue touched the roof of his mouth, he silently swallowed what he wanted to say, and tugged at the corner of Bai Jin's clothes.

Bo Jin glanced at him doubtfully, and was about to ask him what he was doing when the ground suddenly shook.

The lifelike stone monk statue had cracks appearing from the top of its head, spreading bit by bit.

Slowly, cracks began to appear on the walls of the temple.

The mottled murals seem to be depicting some story.

She pulled Yunsu towards the mural, and with a tap of her fingertips, the yellowed ancient mural revealed its true appearance.

The woman in the painting is Dongqiao, and the morning-glory man wearing coarse cloth on the side is very similar to Niu Daniu.

The vivid depiction of the mural is similar but different from the illusion that Bo Jin experienced.

At that time, Qian Niu and Weaver Girl Dongqiao fell in love and violated the rules of heaven. Qian Niu cut out the immortal bones and became a mortal, never able to become an immortal.

Dongqiao, as the empress of heaven and the granddaughter of the emperor of heaven, escaped the disaster.

Under the torture of immortal bone extraction, he could not help but feel resentment in his heart, and the little love he had for Dongqiao was also wiped out.

He knew that it would be difficult for him to become an immortal, and he also knew Dongqiao's feelings for him, so he hid some of his immortal power and gave it to the family where he was born.

He lost his memory after being reborn as a mortal, and that bit of immortal power was his last chance.

The fairy power turned into a calf to accompany him from childhood to adulthood. Only when Dongqiao descends to earth will this fairy power come into play, reminding him of everything in his previous life.

He was betting on women's stupidity in love. Fortunately, he won the bet.

As expected, Dongqiao couldn't let him go, so he secretly descended to earth without telling Heaven.

That was the day he remembered everything.

Life in the mortal world was not easy, which made him hate Dongqiao and the injustice in heaven even more.

Regaining the immortal power became his obsession.

No one knows Dongqiao's weaknesses better than him.

He took her hagoromo and sealed it according to his memory.

Dongqiao didn't know anything, but she recognized her former lover the moment she saw Qian Niu.

The buried love occupied her brain, and she was even glad that she had found her lover again, ignoring the calculation in her lover's eyes.

Thinking of old feelings, or maybe something else, he was very good to Dongqiao at first, so good that he made this woman forget about the beauty of heaven and was willing to be a peasant woman beside him.

He also thought about giving up, but the day when the immortal bones were cut out seemed like yesterday. He was a man with great ambitions, but he lost everything just because of the woman in front of him.

He was dissatisfied with losing the immortal position he deserved and the immortal power to practice. He could have gone further.

He refused to accept it, but he forgot that love is consensual, and he forgot the joy that Dongqiao once brought him.

Poor and humble couples are sad.

How reasonable it is to apply this sentence to them.

He knew that with his current ability, he could not fight against Heaven, but as the resentment continued, he would never feel at peace.

Therefore, he put all his emotions on Dongqiao and began to make calculations.

At this point, the mural description started to become blurry, and Bo Jin couldn't figure out what it was trying to say.

She pulled Yunsu back and continued walking, and the blurry mural became clear again.

This picture was bloody and looked very depressing. It was so depressing that it made Yunsu uncomfortable. He held onto Bai Jin tightly and didn't want to let go.

Bo Jin said nothing and touched his hair to comfort him.

The yellowed murals are full of bones, severed heads, torsos, limbs...

All tell the story of the tragedies experienced by women.

Looking back, the small courtyard of the house is filled with resentment, and at this time, a new character appears in the painting.

Bo Jin looked at the painting, then turned to look at the monk who had removed the stone debris.

She frowned slightly.

At this time, the vibration became more violent, dust flew up, and the stone statue cracked again at a faster rate.

"You read that right, the monk in the painting is a poor monk."