Buddhist master [Quick Transmigration]

Wu Zheng coughed crazily in the purple smoke, he felt his body was hot, and when he touched his back, he found that he had grown a tail.

It's not the thick black tail with scales in the dragon state, but a thin and long black tail.

Wu Zheng:! ! !

He pulled his clothes to try to block the tail, but the tail didn't listen to his will, it raised itself up, swayed behind him, and wrapped around the little devil's waist.

White was startled, then his eyes lit up, and he reached out to touch it: "What is this?"

"Don't, don't touch!" Wu Zheng's new tail is extremely sensitive, and when White touches it, the evil fire surges up, and the hand holding White tightens, feeling that the sweet and creamy smell on the other's body is particularly delicious.

He swallowed.

I really want to eat it.

He was also worried about the tail, so before the smoke dissipated, he took off his coat and put it on White, so that his own tail around the waist would not be so obvious.

White was a little dissatisfied, sneakily continued to touch the tail, and whispered: "I like this."

Wu Zheng was trembling all over after being touched by him, he held his hand angrily, and kissed him twice forcefully.

He kissed and felt something was wrong, why does White have a three-petal mouth?

He shook his head, looked carefully, and found that the other party not only had a three-petal mouth, but also had two rabbit ears on top of his head.

The little white devil turned into a little white rabbit, looking at him with sparkling red eyes, and hugged him coquettishly: "Let me touch it again."

Mrs. Mrs. is cute!

Wuzheng blushed, he picked up White, put him on the cooking table next to him, and poked his ear with his hand.

White let out a short groan, grabbed Wu Zheng's shoulders, and whispered, "Don't touch..."

I don't know if it's an illusion created by the smoke, but the other party's skin is softer and whiter, as delicate as icing on a cake, it melts at the touch of a finger.

Wu Zheng leaned over and blew into the other party's ear, and asked, "What's going on here? Did you do it, huh?"

White's ear was trembling desperately trying to hide, but the ear was plainly his phantom limb, and he couldn't hide at all, he could only let the other party tease him. White's face was flushed, and while reaching out to push Wu Zheng's chest, he said, "Don't come here... this is everyone's dream."

"Everyone's dream?"

"Everyone will become what they imagined themselves to be to a certain extent..." White pointed at Wu Zheng, "You are a dragon, so you subconsciously conjure up a tail."

Wu Zheng murmured to express his understanding, stretched out his hand to pinch White's ear, and joked, "I didn't expect Lord Demon King to imagine a little white rabbit."

White screamed, hugged Wu Zheng's waist tightly, and rubbed his face against his shoulder sobbing.

Although his belly was still round, but he smelled the aroma of Dark's body, but he felt very hungry.

For Wu Zheng, the current White is as sweet as white cream; similarly, for White, his Dark has an alluring aroma like chocolate.

Lord Demon King is not the kind of person who can tolerate Wu Zheng, he believes in instant gratification—anyway, in this world, no matter what kind of damage he has suffered, he can recover it all with a snap of his fingers.

The little white rabbit leaned on the shoulder of the giant dragon, quietly opened its mouth wide, revealing the shark-like dense fangs in its mouth, and was about to bite down on Wu Zheng's shoulder——

"Dark, White, what's going on!"

The purple smoke faded, and West finally found two temporary companions, and walked towards them, waving the flag on his body.

Wu Zheng raised his head to look at him, and was immediately shocked.

The opponent is like an old general on the stage, with flags planted on his back, and various words are written on the flags, such as "glory", "virtue", "integrity", "father", "kingdom", "faith"...but the biggest flag is inserted in the On the top of his head, there is a word written on it: eat!

Wuzheng glanced at White who was a little sad in his arms for some reason, thinking that this dream is everyone's dream, but in the final analysis it is still the devil's food fantasy.

He looks at West with a guilty conscience, wondering what to make up to explain the flags.

No, not just these flags.

He looked around and saw that the crowd at the food festival had changed their appearance at this time, monkeys were playing the band, lizards were making dishes, puppets were selling snacks on the street, cats and dogs were running on the street run to...

It's impossible to explain clearly...

With a serious expression and exasperation, West waved away the last purple smoke and strode in front of Wu Zheng.

Wu Zheng was so guilty that he didn't want to look at him. If the positions of the two were reversed, Wu Zheng might lose his mind directly.

West exasperated: "Don't pretend you didn't see me! What the hell did you two do to the oven?"

Wuzheng bowed his head and admitted his mistake: "I'm sorry."

He turned his head quickly, thinking that he couldn't explain everything clearly. The purple smoke was indeed coming out of their cake. Should he just pass the test or run away with White...

West said, "Will that purple smoke of yours make my cake taste bad?"

Wu Zheng said, "I'm sorry...huh?"

There seems to be something wrong with the other party's focus.There are strange people walking around on the street, but what the prince cares about is his cake?

White gave up the chocolate and gave West a disgusted look: "Your cake is terrible anyway."

He turned his eyes, stared at the other person, and sniffed: "You smell like strawberry."

West:? ? ?

White ran out of Wuzheng's arms, licked his saliva, and said, "Although it's not as delicious as chocolate, the strawberry taste is also good..."

West felt subconsciously frightened.Although he didn't know anything about White, the position at the top of the devil's food chain had been engraved in the hearts of every imaginary visitor, making them understand that they could not disobey the devil.

Seeing that Wu Zheng was about to bite off the prince's arm, Wu Zheng hooked him back with his tail at a critical moment and pulled him by his side.

"You can't eat it." Wu Zheng thought of a random reason, "West has too much sugar and flavors in it, and it's easy to gain weight. It's definitely not as good as chocolate."

White heard that he would gain weight, so he really hesitated.

Before Wuzheng could breathe a sigh of relief, pig teammate West said dissatisfiedly, "Who said that? I'm all natural, never too sweet, very healthy..."

Wu Zheng: "..."

White's red rabbit eyes lit up, he leaned over, wanted to hold West's arm, hesitated for a moment, grabbed the flag behind him, and pulled it off with all his strength.

Following the demon king's movements, West let out a scream, as if he really lost his arm.

White ignored him at all, snapped his fangs on the flagpole, and a piece of the flagpole was bitten off, losing its camouflage, revealing the finger puffs inside.He handed the flagpole to Wuzheng, Wuzheng politely rejected him, and White happily ate by himself.

West yelled for a long time, only to find that he was not bleeding, and there was no wound on his back. He asked in a daze, "What have I lost?"

Wuzheng patted him comfortingly and said, "Precious phantom limb."

There was a sudden burst of cheers among the animals and monsters all over the street, Wu Zheng turned his head and saw a car slowly driving out of the palace.There is a huge fox lying on the car. Its body is more plump than the whole car, and it seems a bit reluctant to lie on the small car.

The fox wore a small crown on its head. It held its chin and opened its mouth and called, "Da Chu Xing, King Chen Sheng."

Wu Zheng: "..."

White snapped his fingers, time subtly rewinds a bit, the fox opened his mouth and cried, "Bless you, my people."

West was stunned when he saw the fox, he turned around and said, "What should I do, my father has come, but my cake is not ready yet."

Wu Zheng said: "Your Highness, you are talking nonsense again, you are obviously an old general on the stage, how could you be the son of a fox?"

West was dying of anxiety: "How do I know? I was an old general when my mother gave birth to me... No! That's not what I meant to say! White, aren't you a magician? Help me find a way."

White stuffed the last bit of finger puff into his mouth and yawned, "It's ready."

Following his words, the oven door suddenly opened, and the tray inside popped out automatically, Prince's cake was blocked at the bottom, and White's cake was on top.The shapeless cake batter turned into the appearance of a black dragon automatically after it was prepared.

White brought the cake in front of Wuzheng, and said, "For you."

Wu Zheng was stunned when he saw the giant dragon. He thought it was a cake made by White in a fit of anger, but he didn't expect it to be in his own shape in the end.He licked his lips and said, "I'm not willing to eat."

White shook his hand and said, "This is for you, you can eat it anytime."

Wu Zheng stretched out his hand to caress the other's face, and couldn't help but licked the other's creamy white skin.

It was as sweet as expected.

Over there, West ran up to the fox with the cake in his arms, bowed his head and offered the cake.

The fox tilted his head to look at his son, stretched out his fingers and dipped a bit of cake with his long nails, and put it in his mouth.

Wu Zheng raised his head and saw this scene, suddenly a little uneasy.

If memory serves, White cursed the cake.

That would have been an indifferent thing...but now the one who eats the cake is the king, the fox king.

West looked at the fox's profile expectantly, wanting to be praised.

The fox rolled his tongue and licked the cake off his fingertips, his face suddenly became stiff.

It lowered its head suddenly, stretched out its long mouth, and bit West's head.