Sacrifice

When Bo Ye set off again, he was accompanied by Pu Yang and a young man with blue hair.

This young man is exactly that Nascent Soul Water Dragon named Shui Lan. He pretended to have dark blue hair, and it was the first time for Xiao Puyang to disguise himself. He let Puye get long water-blue hair, and happily played with the ends of his hair.

Bo Ye looked at Shui Lan's slightly open clothing, hesitated for a moment, her hair was disguised, and she didn't care about changing the style of her clothes, besides, most of the arhats in Wuyin Temple were topless, with only a belt around their necks. String of large Buddha beads.

So he imitated Shui Lan, changed the style of the robe, and replaced it with a light gray translucent thin shirt, the neckline was wide open, the placket was tied obliquely around the waist, the sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, and the hem was rolled up to the knees, revealing his fair complexion. The slender calf, after thinking about it, he applied illusion to the black prayer beads, turning them into a string of white beads, and then put them on the ankles.

Pu Yang was stunned, and Shui Lan's golden vertical pupils almost fell out of her sockets, and her mouth opened wide.

Bo Ye tied the dark blue wig into a bun with a wooden hairpin, then smiled carefreely, with a freehand look on her brows and eyes, "How? Can you still tell that I'm a monk?"

Puyang's head shook like a rattle, and the corners of Shui Lan's mouth twitched wildly. He really didn't expect this little master to be so... wild.

Shui Lan coughed, her eyes were a little hesitant, and a suspicious blush appeared on her slightly dark face, "Is it okay with you? The other bald donkeys don't mind?"

Puhua, who had been sitting silently by the side, gave Shui Lan an understated glance, and she was almost mad at Shui Lan with a fussy look of disgust.

——Since seeing her master's hot and enchanting figure and charming face, Puhua feels that her younger brother's attire is a bit fresher, at least...cough cough, at least he is still a teenager~

Puyang threw himself on Boye, his eyes were shining brightly, "I want it, I want it too!!"

Pu Ye laughed, "Okay, just wait a moment."

Puyang was a head lower than Puye. Puye tied his water-blue wig into a high ponytail, leaving only some in front of his temples. He also wore a dark blue and white blouse and trousers for Puyang. Pure black, with wide sleeves, looking in the mirror, she looks like a rich man.

Puyang giggled happily. He tugged on Puye's loose tulle sleeves and asked curiously, "Brother, why can't I wear this material?"

Bo Ye smiled, "You are too low!"

He is 15 years old and indistinguishable. He dresses frivolously but looks like a monster. Shui Lan has a monster rune on his face. Standing with Shui Lan, he looks like two monsters. Small, naturally there is no need to wear it so loosely, it looks cute when dressed formally at a young age.

Puhua nodded in satisfaction, seeing that his junior brother has a very thorough understanding of people's thoughts, he raised his hand and threw a jade slip to Puye, "All you need to do is gather here."

Pu Ye nodded with a smile, and the three of them set off for the next day.

Fujiko Yin was in a very bad mood.

This persistent haze caused him not to say a word afterwards.

However, it seems that Teng Xiaohong herself has such a gloomy personality, and Qing Que, Ling Han and others don't care about it. They still need to wait for someone on this small reef island, so they opened up two places on the reef that can accommodate two people. Because the small island on the reef is not big, Bai Wei turned into her body and stayed in the same cave with Qing Que, Yan Zijin and Ling Han in the same cave, as for Teng Ziyin, he tugged at the corners of his mouth and sank directly into the sea .

That night, Bai Wei stood by Qing Que's side to protect the Dharma. When she was bored, Qing Que finished adjusting her breath and opened her eyes.

Going out, even though the albatross at the golden core stage in front of me vowed not to escape, she can still use some methods against her at the foundation establishment stage without being discovered, so the time for Qingque to adjust her breath is not long.

She looked at the black albatross looking up at the sky with curiosity.

"Your name is Bai Wei, right?"

Bai Wei nodded lightly, let out a low cry, and transformed into a human form.

Yaozu always wears revealing clothes. Bai Wei has slightly dark skin and messy long black hair floating in the wind. She is wearing a black short-sleeved skirt, revealing her firm and round thighs and tight calves. She looks extremely hot, with With a barbaric style.

Sitting beside Qingque, she said with a smile, "Are you human sword cultivators?"

"Well, can you tell?" As a sword cultivator, Qing Que has a very keen sense of danger. The monster girl in front of her doesn't seem to have any malice towards her, but her eyes are full of curiosity.

"Yeah, the sword intent on your body is obvious!" Bai Wei grinned, "Well, I'll ask you something, if you don't want to say it, forget it."

Qing Que chuckled, it was the first time she saw such a cliché!

The vigilance against Bai Wei was lowered in her heart, and Qing Que smiled and said, "Tell me, I will tell you everything I can, but I can't say it for nothing. I am also very curious about the Yaozu! We can communicate with each other. How about it?"

"Okay~" Bai Wei smiled happily, "Then I'll ask first~ I heard from you during the day that the rattan man is a spiritual pet?"

"En~" Upon hearing that Bai Wei was inquiring about Teng Xiaohong, Qing Que immediately began to sell her teammates without any psychological burden, "Xiaohong was planted by the little monk himself."

Bai Wei's eyes sparkled, and the spirit of gossip burned in her heart, "It was planted?!"

Outside the cave, where both of them didn't pay attention, a small red rattan was silently hidden in the crevice of the stone, and it was Fujiko Yin who was listening attentively.

"That's right, Xiaohong's body is a rattan, isn't it just planted?" Qing Que said happily, "That year when I went to explore the secret realm with my seniors and sisters, I met a little monk by chance, so we went with him okay."

Qing Que raised her head, looked at the bright moon hanging high in the dark night, carefully recalled the scene when she first met, with a shy girlish expression on her face, "The little monk is fine, even if he is injured, he will hold on and stand still. Protect me in front of me."

"Oh~" Bai Wei rolled her eyes, "What about the rattan man?"

"Teng Xiaohong was still a bunch of rattan at that time!" Qingque said proudly and disdainfully, "If he hadn't been planted by the little monk himself, he wouldn't have become a partner with the little monk!"

Fujiko Yin, who was eavesdropping secretly, was livid.

There are not many memories of Teng Xiaohong, only at the beginning, it can be seen that the monk was really kind to Teng Xiaohong, gentle and kind, careful and safe, but...

It wasn't Teng Ziyin, he was ignorant and ignorant, it was really... How could a serious person have evil intentions towards a rattan? !

He suppressed his anger and continued to eavesdrop.

"Wow!" Bai Wei laughed wildly in her heart, Ayacroba, so you like monks! !

She said excitedly, "Then he turned into a human?"

"Yeah, we ran into a dangerous situation later. At that time, the rattan was about to advance to the foundation building stage, and we were trapped in a dead place. We could only escape by relying on the huge spiritual power impact generated during the advanced stage, so the little monk didn't hesitate. He hesitated to cancel the contract between him and Teng Xiaohong, and said that he considered Xiaohong as a family member and didn't want to accept Xiaohong as a spiritual pet. For this reason, Teng Xiaohong still hugged the little monk and cried loudly! "

After hearing this, Bai Wei thumped the ground and laughed wildly—Ayahuasca hugged the monk and cried... Puhahaha! ! !

Fujiko Yin's body submerged in the sea trembled violently, strangling a group of swordtail fish swimming over.

"When the little monk was seriously injured and unconscious when he came out, Xiao Hong went out to hunt the demon pill with his senior brother. When Xiao Hong devoured it, it was terrifying, and the little face was always gloomy, and she didn't say a word. Looking at me and Ling Han, Especially the look in my eyes is extremely fierce, I suspect that if the little monk was not on the side, he might really swallow me." Qing Que curled her lips, she was really naive and ignorant at that time, and she didn't know why Teng Xiaohong was so ignorant. I hate her. She has grown up in the past few years, so she naturally understands, isn't it the gentleness of the little monk smiling at her, that bastard is jealous~

Just like today, he still stimulated her with his breasts! !

Thinking of this, Qingque touched her chest involuntarily, looked at Bai Wei's hot figure, and asked shyly with a blushing face, "Bai Wei, you monster clan... why is this place so big?"

Bai Wei blinked and laughed, "Girl, how old are you! I'm already a hundred years old! If I'm still as young as you, it's not normal!"

Qing Que's cheeks flushed when she heard the words, she glared at Bai Wei, "Laugh at me!"

Bai Wei asked again, "Then what happened next?"

Qing Que shrugged, "They got together after that~ My brothers and I went back to the Zongmen, and the little monk brought Teng Xiaohong back to the Wuyin Temple. Dad didn't let me write letters to the little monk, and I didn't know about them. How about it."

After a pause, she continued, "I saw the little monk in Dongsheng a few days ago. At that time, Teng Xiaohong seemed to be seriously injured. The little monk begged people to find a way to save him all day long, but he didn't have time to meet me. It seems that they The feeling is very deep."

Qingque sighed, looking a little lonely, "Actually, I really envy Xiaohong. The little monk volunteered for him to help him recover. When he came here, he practiced hard, trying to heal his injuries earlier and come out to find him." He, he values ​​Xiaohong more than himself."

"So, I absolutely cannot tolerate the fact that Xiao Hong abandoned the little monk." She looked at Bai Wei apologetically, "I misunderstood during the day, I'm really sorry."

"It's okay." Bai Wei didn't care at all, but then she said enviously, "But the relationship between the monk and the rattan man is really deep."

She murmured, "I wish to have one heart and one heart, and the white head will not be separated..."

"I wish to have one heart and one mind, and the white head will not be separated..."

Fujiko Yin recited this softly, stretched out his hand involuntarily, and caressed the left chest. It seemed to be immersed in warm water, and a feeling of tears of joy welled up in his heart. Xiaohong's illusion.

He clenched his fists in a complicated manner, with an unpredictable expression.

——It turns out that Teng Xiaohong really likes that monk, and that monk also likes Teng Xiaohong very much.

Even this kind of emotion breaks through the difference between men and women, the distinction between races, and the rules and regulations.

In the middle of the night, the sea breeze was strong, blowing coldly, blowing countless vines crazy.

Fujiziyin was suddenly a little dazed, if that monk found the person he loved so much turned into another person after working hard to find him, how would he feel?

If it was him, he would probably go crazy.

Inexplicably, Fujiko Yin was somewhat jealous of Teng Xiaohong.

Even if Teng Xiaohong has fallen asleep, even if he will be swallowed up by himself in the future, there are still people who love him deeply looking for him, there are still bad friends who spread his stories everywhere, and there are still people who deeply remember him.

And what about himself?

He died under the thunder calamity, and the monster clan who belonged to him, the blood vine king, probably dispersed long ago. The monster clan has always been the strong one, and the self who was annihilated under the catastrophe has long been forgotten, and there is no need for it at all. Someone will remember him, let alone someone will look for him.

Countless vines silently condensed into a figure, and Fujiko Yin stood silently on the reef by the sea, the surging waves beating against the dark reef.

He quietly looked at the unreachable place, his expression was gloomy, his eyes were far away, and his whole body was lonely, like the eternal stars. Even if he intimidated all directions, he was still alone, cold and lonely.