The poor monk who wears books will not go to hell

He Jilin was about to resist with all his strength when he was hugged fiercely. The first thought in his heart was: I don't think he is dirty!

The other party directly pressed him against the door, and He Jilin was trapped between the visitor's body and the door panel, unable to move, so he said coldly: "Let go."

The person who came didn't answer him, but hugged him even tighter, then stretched out his hand to gently caress the scar on He Jilin's cheek, looked at him deeply with dark eyes, and after a while, asked in a hoarse voice: "Does it hurt?"

He Jilin turned his face away stiffly, drooping his eyes in silence.

The visitor held his face with both hands, turned his head around, his eyes were full of guilt and remorse, and he whispered: "Monk, I'm sorry."

He Jilin spit out two words again: "Let go."

The visitor just looked at him silently.

He Jilin calmed down, looked up at him, and asked, "Aren't you afraid of being discovered?"

Lu Qiuming, who was disguised as a monster, finally showed a smile. He took out a black spar from his arms, and said to He Jilin: "I brought the hidden breath stone, so I won't be found out, monk, are you right?" Worried about me?"

He Jilin and Lu Qiuming have been together for so long, so he naturally knows what kind of virtue he is, so he can only lower his eyes and say: "You let go of the poor monk, the poor monk should go back." If you don't return for so long, Yin Su will definitely suspicious.

Lu Qiuming trapped him, and looked at him silently for a while, then stretched out his hand to grab He Jilin's right hand, put it on his lips and kissed it under He Jilin's stare, then smiled and kissed him on the palm of his hand. Stuffed a thin, cold thing, finally let go of him, took a few steps back, and said slowly: "Monk, you go back."

He Jilin clenched the cold hard object in his hand, didn't look at it, just pursed his lips, turned to open the door, just as he opened the door a gap, Lu Qiuming grabbed him from behind and pressed him again At the door, He Jilin only saw Lu Qiuming's face zoom in quickly, and then felt his own lips heat up, Lu Qiuming's nose was pressed against his cheek, and his lips were also tightly pressed against his cheek. On his own lips, soft but cold, He Jilin was stunned for a moment, staring at him in a daze.

Seeing his sluggish appearance, Lu Qiuming couldn't help laughing out loud, then bit his pale lips lightly, and tried to lick his warm lips, He Jilin suddenly came back to his senses and forcefully Pushing him away, he lowered his head and said vaguely: "Please respect yourself."

Lu Qiuming smiled, and was about to say something, but his face suddenly became serious, and he said to He Jilin, "I'm leaving."

He Jilin couldn't help looking up at Lu Qiuming, hesitant to speak, but actually, he didn't know what to say, what could he say?

Lu Qiuming stared at him closely with deep eyes, and then slowly disappeared in front of him.

He Jilin stood there silently. Immediately afterwards, the door was opened from the outside, and the three of Yin Su appeared outside the door. Yin Ruo looked at the blood stained body and asked suspiciously and dissatisfied: "What are you doing here? Do you know?" Do you know we have been waiting for you for a long time?"

He Jilin turned around, looked at her with some coolness in his eyes, and said lightly: "The poor monk is tired."

He was indeed tired. Moreover, he had just broken through the restriction set by Yin Su on the fighting stage, and he had some insights in his heart. He also needed to go back to practice as soon as possible. He didn't want to waste his words with her here.

Seeing him like this, Yin Ruo immediately became angry, and wanted to say a few words, but was blocked by Yin Su, who looked He Jilin up and down, and then said: "Go back to the house." He glanced around the room, Although he hesitated, after all, he found nothing, so he had to give up.

Chiyan King also ran over at this time, and said to He Jilin with a displeased face: "Monk Jilin! It's no fun fighting with them, I might as well go back and compete with you!"

He Jilin gave a faint "hmm".

Only then did Chiyan King realize that his whole body was covered in blood, and seeing the scars on his face, he asked in surprise, "Are you injured?"

"Small injuries are fine." After He Jilin replied, he looked at Yin Su and asked, "Didn't you mean to return home?"

Yin Su gave him a strange look, and felt that he was a bit unusual now. Although Monk Ji Lin was usually cold, it was just cold, unlike now, where other emotions were mixed with the coldness, like anger, anger, and anger. Annoyed, otherwise I wouldn't talk to myself like this.

Could it be that Monk Ji Lin was really annoyed this time?Since he became the demon king, no one has dared to ask him so bluntly. This is really a new thing.

But when he saw the bloody monk in front of him, he couldn't feel any anger for some reason, so he said, "Let's go back."

He Jilin cleaned himself up as soon as he returned. Although he was used to seeing blood in this world, he still couldn't bear this smell, this rotten smell with a salty smell.

As soon as he finished cleaning, Chiyan King came to him, "Monk Ji Lin, do you want to come out and play a few games? I didn't enjoy myself there today, and now I'm in a panic."

He Jilin didn't even open the door, and said indifferently: "Then continue holding back."

The Chiyan King wailed, but he was not stupid. He could tell that He Jilin was in a bad mood, and that's right. If it were him, he would definitely become irritable and crazy if he was tricked like this. Monk Jilin can keep so calm. It's not easy anymore.

Although Monk Ji Lin is a human race, logically, as a demon king, he must stand on the same front with Yin Su and the others, but he himself is not very used to Yin Su and the others' actions, so he can only speculate. pretending to be confused.

However, Monk Jilin is in a bad mood now, he had better not get into trouble, so he can only go back to his room.

When He Jilin heard the news of his departure, he began to practice on his own. He had a little insight when he broke through the restriction on the fighting skill stage before, and combined with some insights from the time when he competed with the Chiyan King, I just feel that the mana is running more smoothly in the meridians, and it seems that he only needs one opportunity to break through to the middle stage of Arhat Realm.

But you can't be impatient about things like cultivation. Since he can't break through now, he won't force it anymore.

After thinking about it, he still couldn't help taking out the thing that Lu Qiuming had stuffed into him earlier, and put it in his palm to watch carefully.

This is a black scale, the texture of the scale is excellent, and there is a faint brilliance floating on it, but he doesn't understand why Lu Qiuming gave him a snake scale.

He looked at the scale up and down many times, but failed to discover the secret of this scale.However, he has seen Lu Qiuming's snake body before, and knows the appearance of his snake scales. Compared with the one in his hand, he is somewhat similar, but there are also some differences. This scale is bigger than the scales on Lu Qiuming's back. Much, then, should not be the scales on his body.

Since he couldn't figure out the use of this snake scale, he stopped thinking about it, put it away, left the house, and came to Chiyan King's house.

This time, he didn't wait for Chiyan King to come to him, he personally invited Chiyan King to have a discussion.

The Demon Palace of the Human World.

Fei Han looked at the pale Lu Qiuming lying on Wen Yu's bed, he was really sad. With such a headstrong master, he would definitely age faster!

"My lord, can you take care of your body a little bit? Ji Lin is still waiting for you to save him!"

Although Lu Qiuming was pale, he seemed to be in a good mood, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he kept reaching out to touch his lips.

Seeing Fei Han's worried expression, he glanced at his abdomen, and said, "It's just a skin injury, it's nothing."

Fei Han stared, and replied: "Your Majesty, is this still a minor injury? Don't you know how difficult it is to peel off the scales on a snake? Don't you know how heavy the snake scales are to you? A big piece!" Generally speaking, the scales on the abdomen of a snake are wider than the scales on the back, and snake scales are extremely difficult to peel off, let alone peeling off alive?

Lu Qiuming smiled, "This deity is fine, you don't have to worry."

Fei Han was keenly aware that his lord became a little strange after going out for a trip. When he was applying medicine for him just now, his lord kept laughing there, and he still hasn't stopped laughing. I really don't understand, sir. Why does His Majesty who has lost a scale smile so... rippling?

"What good thing happened to Your Majesty?" Fei Han couldn't help asking out of curiosity.

Lu Qiuming nodded, "It's indeed a good thing, but I won't tell you." After saying that, he laughed again.

Fei Han suddenly felt inexplicably that it was unnecessary for him to stand here, so he had no choice but to bow and retreat.

Lu Qiuming lay there alone with his eyes closed, and the monk's expression at that time kept appearing in his mind. He identified it carefully, and there was absolutely no disgust in the monk's expression. He was sure, and it seemed a little shy.

How good would it be if the monk was by my side now?He just left the monk and began to miss him again, but when he thought of the blood on his body at that time, his heart ached again.

How useless is his Lu Qiuming?His mother died to protect him, and now, he can only use this unreasonable way to give the monk a chance of life, and he has to wrong the monk to stay in the demon world alone.

How can he win this war?How can he be with the monk?In fact, during this period of cultivation, he has always had a faint feeling that there seems to be a hand controlling everything in the dark, and that hand is definitely not Yin Su.

The owner of this hand always gives him a sense of familiarity, this kind of familiarity does not refer to the kind of familiarity with people, but the kind of familiarity from the soul, and he also has a faint sense of uneasiness, he always I feel that something earth-shattering will happen in this world.

However, no matter what, he will not let the monk have trouble.Even if the sky falls apart, he will protect the monk.

"Your Majesty!" Xiao Liu outside the door suddenly shouted anxiously.

The door opened by itself, and Lu Qiuming asked, "What happened?"

Xiao Liu replied: "Your Majesty, a large number of monster races suddenly appeared in Danzhou City, and they killed anyone they saw. Although they have been suppressed now, our human race has also suffered a lot."

Lu Qiuming was silent for a moment, then said: "The Demon Palace is on hold for now."