Monk, let go of that little zombie

Dong Mo thought about it carefully, and answered: "I took an extra bite of the ball made of bitter gourd juice, and I spit it out as soon as I bit it. The rest of the food is eaten on weekdays, and this has never happened before."

Kong Wu made a conclusion: "Bitter melon is allergic, it's safe, pay attention in the future, don't let him eat bitter melon again."

Mo Dong looked at Xia Chu who hadn't woken up even though he was breathing on the bed, his eyes moved down, and fell on Xia Chu's dark lips, his brow moved slightly: "Then we need to do something now." What?"

"Don't worry about it, wait for the red pimple to fade away and rest for a while." Kong Wu rubbed his beard and looked at his junior brother quietly.

For some reason, he knew that his younger brother hated non-human beings very much. Fortunately, he was educated by his master since he was a child. In most cases, he would not kill non-human beings.

Even so, it is almost impossible for him to be pleasing to non-humans.Kong Wu didn't believe it when he heard Ming said that he pampered this little zombie before, but now he finally believes it.

All the monks retreated, and the monk's room became quiet. At the end of winter, he went to the bathroom to fetch a basin of water.After thinking about it, he drew a talisman to get rid of filth, burned it in the water basin, twisted the towel, and gently wiped the red pimples on Xia Chu's body.

I just took a bite of the bitter gourd juice balls and didn't swallow them. If I eat three bitter melon juice balls, I don't know what will happen.

Fortunately, he ate three balls of bitter gourd juice.

After wiping his arms and neck, Dong Mo put his hands on Xia Chu's clothes, paused for a while, and finally took off Xia Chu's clothes. The latter had large red bumps on his chest, lower abdomen, and back, which were densely packed and terrifying to look at.

Dongmo's movements slowed down a bit, and then he took off Xia Chu's trousers, and after wiping his whole body, he found his own monk's uniform, put it on Xia Chu's body, and covered Xia Chu with a thin quilt.

If you are allergic, you need to find some allergy medicine.

Xia Chu didn't wake up until night, and the moment he opened his eyes, he was still a little confused about where he was.

"Are you awake?" A familiar voice sounded next to my ear, "Do you feel any discomfort?"

After a while, Xia Chu said, "...Itches."

He remembered that he had died suddenly.

"You're living well." Mo Dong frowned, and grabbed Xia Chu's hand that wanted to scratch the red bumps on his body. After an afternoon, half of the red bumps on Xia Chu's body faded away.

"?" Xia Chu looked at him blankly.

Staring at him at the end of winter, Xia Chu's skin is very white, this kind of white is actually an unhealthy white, but as a zombie, it is normal to have such a skin color, but because of allergies, his face tends to be paler.When he is not mischievous, his quiet facial features look childish. It can be concluded that Xia Chu was not very old before he became a zombie.

At this moment, the latter frowned because of the discomfort in his body, his face was wrinkled into a ball, and there were two words written in bold and capital letters on his whole body: Grievance.

"The more you scratch, the more uncomfortable it becomes. Restrain yourself." Dong Mo softened her voice.

Xia Chu's mind was filled with the ubiquitous itching on his body, Dong Mo grabbed his hand and refused to allow him to scratch, so he began to twist his body violently, trying to relieve the itching with the help of friction.

"Stinky Monk, let go of my hand!" Xia Chu tried hard to withdraw his hand, but Dong Mo's hand was like an iron claw, no matter how hard he tried, the other party remained motionless.

"It's really itchy, I can't help it! Let go of my hand and let me scratch it." Xia Chu's voice was choked with sobs, because it was too itchy and uncomfortable, the corners of his eyes became uncontrollably moist.

Dongmo still used the same sentence: "The more you scratch, the more uncomfortable you become."

Seeing that Xia Chu was struggling too hard, he put Xia Chu in his arms slightly, and using his body as a lock, he firmly imprisoned Xia Chu in his arms.

"I'll fuck you, smelly monk, let go of me!" Chu Xia was furious, and opened his mouth to curse.

After a while: "Do you know it's itchy? Feel it if you have the ability. Why do you treat me like this? Let me go! Damn, I don't want it anymore, woo woo woo..."

The monks passing by outside stopped when they heard the voice, and then ran away da da da with a look of finding something important.

No matter how Xia Chu howled, Dong Mo was unmoved, his strength did not relax at all, Xia Chu couldn't struggle, he couldn't twist, and gradually, his voice became quieter, until finally he lost his voice.

Dong Mo frowned, fearing that something might happen to him again, she relaxed a little, looked down at him, only to see Xia Chu's eyes were staring, and tears were shedding.

He didn't shed a single tear when he was howling just now, but now he was quiet, but he was crying so fiercely, Mo Dong suddenly panicked, and loosened his strength a little bit, but he let go, Chu Xia didn't move, and fell by himself tears.

This situation made Dong Mo a little at a loss: "Don't cry, the poor monk didn't let you scratch it for your own good, you took a bite of bitter melon juice balls at noon, you are allergic to bitter melon, that's why you have so many red bumps on your body. If it is scratched, it will not recover well."

It's rare for Mo Dong to say so many words in one breath, but Chu Xia still doesn't speak, only trembling uncontrollably, presumably trying to endure the itching.

Mo Dong carefully put Xia Chu back on the bed. He is a person who is very strict with others and himself, and he is unsmiling on weekdays, just like an old Buddha.At this moment, no matter his demeanor or actions are inconsistent with his usual behavior, if he is seen by other monks, I am afraid that he will be surprised.

Xia Chusheng lay on the bed unlovely, still staring at his big eyes, but his eyes were beautiful, even if he made such an expression of death, he didn't think it was too scary, but because of his red eye sockets and the corners of his eyes, he couldn't stop. The tears shed showed more and more endless grievances, which made people feel soft.

After a pause, Dong Mo stretched out his hand to caress the top of Xia Chu's head. When his hand touched it, it gave him a fluffy feeling. He coughed secretly, thinking that he usually likes to eat milk soup, and said: "Poor The monk asked Xuansu to bring a bowl of milk soup, do you want to eat it?"

A few seconds later: "...Yes!" with a strong nasal voice.

Dong Mo laughed a little, and said again: "The poor monk has applied the medicine on your allergies, and after half an hour, apply it again."

Xia Chu was finally willing to move his eyeballs to look at him, only took one look, then moved them back, and continued to die with regret.

Not long after, Xuan Su ran over with a large bowl of milk soup. Xia Chu's itchy hands were shaking, and he ate silently without speaking.

After knowing that Chu Xia was allergic to coma due to eating bitter melon juice balls, Xuan Su and other monks who made colorful balls were very worried, especially Xuan Su, because he added the bitter melon juice balls.

Xia Chu trembled a few times and couldn't hold the spoon steadily. Looking at the red bumps on the latter's bare skin, Xuansu felt more guilty, and said worriedly: "Benefactor Xia, I might as well feed you, little monk."

Xia Chu handed him the bowl without hesitation, grandma's, itchy.

Xuansu took it, and fed it to Xia Chu spoonful by spoonful, and said as he fed, "The medicine you rubbed on your allergies was specially made by Master Uncle who went down the mountain and compared carefully with several pharmacies. Good medicine."

"Fart!" Xia Chu finally spoke, staring at Dong Mo, not appreciative, "Then why is I still so itchy?"

If he hadn't been arrested by this monk, he wouldn't have stayed in Shangling Temple, and if he didn't stay in Shangling Temple, he wouldn't be allergic, and if he wasn't allergic, he wouldn't be so uncomfortable.

God damn smelly monk!

Xuan Su shunned him: "Allergies are like this. I had a similar experience when I was a child. It will be fine in a day or two."

Dong Mo stood aside from beginning to end, drooping his eyes and saying nothing.

Xia Chu glared twice, felt bored, looked away again, finished the milk soup, Xuansu walked back with an empty bowl.

Mo Dong fetched the medicine, sat on the bedside and handed it to Xia Chu: "Since you are awake, you can wipe what you can wipe, and the poor monk will help you if you can't wipe."

Xia Chu's eyes moved up along the medicine tube in front of him, fingers, wrists, arms, shoulders... and finally fixed on Dong Mo's neck.

Then he shrank his pupils, rushed towards Dongmo, opened his mouth and bit down on Dongmo's neck.

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