With the good-for-nothing beauty

Xu Basui was completely unaware that his every move had turned into a rippling action scene. He shook the clothes and scolded him pretending to be impatient: "Why are you in a daze? Look at the clothes quickly."

Only then did Zhou Jin come back to his senses, his eyes shifted to his hands, and he thought how could your clothes look better than yours.

Unexpectedly, upon seeing this, he was stunned: "Isn't this Cang Lan's Taoist clothing?"

"Yes." Xu Basui shook off the blue clothes that day, "I picked up the tatters when I went to the fairy world, and I put them away anyway, try to see if they fit."

After he finished speaking, he threw the clothes over, and Zhou Jin took them with one hand. Seeing that the left sleeve was cut, a bad premonition suddenly surged in his heart.He first turned over the inside of the sleeve, only to see a dark pattern of "seven".

...Hey, this is mine again.

Seeing him dawdling but not moving, Xu Basui raised his middle finger: "What are you doing?"

Feeling uncomfortable with his middle finger after pointing it up, he looked down and put his hand into his sleeve while pressing the tooth mark.

It was a night of chaos and madness, and Xu Basui didn't want to recall the experience of being crushed.But the look in Zhou Baiyuan's eyes when he bit his hand suddenly came to mind.

When Zhou Baiyuan lowered his eyes and looked down, the sweat slid over his flawless face along with the bumps, and then fell on his body, drop after drop.

At that time, Xu Basui felt in a trance that he was a withered bud in the desert, and it survived because of this person's tireless watering.

It was so bumpy, but Zhou Baiyuan's pupils were firmly engraved with the small figure, as if it would be engraved like this to the end.

Those are a pair of damn peach blossom eyes.

"Mozun, this clothes," Zhou Jin changed his tone, "Did you pick up this rags in a dilapidated warehouse?"

Xu Basui collected himself, and turned his eyes away from him: "How do you know?"

"That's where I... throw things away." Throwing words instead of hidden words, Zhou Jin clutched the clothes and walked towards him, showing him the "seven" in the sleeve: "Because I'm sorting under the master's door." Seventh, the embroiderer specially embroidered it."

No matter how stupid Xu Basui realized something, he was suddenly at a loss for words.He turned around and pulled out the drawer, and with a wave of his hand, all the things he picked up from the fairy world flew out, and they were all frozen in the air.

He was a little embarrassed: "Then what, you can see if there is anything you lost here."

Zhou Jin raised his head and glanced over, seeing that everything belonged to him.Some were stolen, some were abandoned, and some were hidden in corners by himself, all of them were slightly damaged old things, and they were all picked up by the Demon Lord.

Xu Basui touched his nose: "Do you still have yours?"

Zhou Jin nodded.

"Which one?"

"All."

"..."

Xu Basui felt his scalp tingling: "I picked them all up. Everything was a little broken, so I thought it was someone else's unwanted."

"Ah."

"Then you, do you want to take it back now?"

Zhou Jin originally wanted to say no, but seeing the reluctance of the Mozun, he raised his finger to a conch shell with a broken corner in the air: "It doesn't matter, I want to get this back."

When Xu Basui saw it, he was even more reluctant, and immediately began to bargain: "How about I compensate you with other things?"

Zhou Jin found it interesting: "Okay, what does the Demon Lord want to give me?"

Another double repair?

"You stretch out your hand."

Zhou Jin did as he did, and saw the Demon Lord stretch out his hand in the air above his palm, and the spiritual flow started to surge, and after a while, a pile of spiky black spiritual spars fell into his hand.

"Here, I will give you compensation."

Zhou Jin could guess what it was, but tilted his head in surprise: "Is this mouse droppings?"

Xu Basui almost choked, and raised his leg to kick him, but when he moved his leg, he felt uncomfortable, so he became angry from embarrassment: "I see you have a big mouse dropping on your neck, this is a spirit stone condensed by my spiritual power , very precious!"

Zhou Jin admired him for blowing his hair, pretending to be ignorant: "That's how it is."

"These spirit stones will not be affected by me after they are gathered. Those with spirit cores can help in cultivation after being refined, like you who don't have them." Xu Basui spread his hands and gathered a handful of round and clear red spirit stones in his palm, " If you are in danger, throw one out, at least you can delay your escape. Alright, this time, it looks much better."

"It's beautiful." Zhou Jin held the spirit stone in both hands, and it was so hot that it was covered with the temperature of the Demon Lord. He couldn't help thinking, it really looks like red beans.

By the way, Xu Basui threw a Qiankun bag for him to put it in: "Then can I compensate you for that conch?"

Zhou Jin installed the spirit stone, and said: "Can the Demon Lord condense spirit stones of different shapes as he likes?"

"of course."

Zhou Jin pointed to the conch shell: "Then... can the Demon Lord pinch one of it and give it to me?"

Xu Basui was cursing and cursing, but he took the conch and pinched it according to the shape.

Zhou Jin looked down at him and asked, "Why does the Demon Lord like this?"

"This?" Xu Basui didn't raise his head, "There is a woman's singing voice stored in it. I used to be bored in retreat, but I would fall asleep soon after opening it. By the way, who gave you this thing and what is it for? Singing Where is the sacred woman?"

Zhou Jin was silent for a moment: "It's my mother."

Xu Basui was stunned, looked up, and saw Zhou Jin's brows and downcast eyes, with a gentle expression: "That song is a lullaby she recorded for me when I was young."

A motherless child is a grass, this Xu Basui knew, and his tone became soft: "Does she often coax you?"

"My father did too." Zhou Jin nodded, looking at the collection of items frozen in midair, "They made a bunch of toys for me."

Xu Basui looked at the children's toys placed in the air. It turned out that these rags were devoted to the doting of a pair of parents on their dumplings.

No wonder he liked it so unreasonably.

Xu Basui was suddenly extremely envious.

"You hid them all?"

"Ah."

Xu Basui lowered his head and finished pinching the new conch, and flicked his fingers again: "I added a radio function to it, so that after I record your mother's song with it, I will return the original to you."

"No need." Zhou Jin quickly brought over the freshly baked red conch, "I want this."

Xu Basui twisted his mouth: "Huh? Why?"

Zhou Jin chuckled: "Because of those support, I no longer need it."

In the first few years, the ice curse and the loss of the spirit core dragged little Zhou Qi to the extreme. At that time, he needed memories, master and brother.His growth is racing against the growth of suffering, and on a certain day, he outruns the pain, and he no longer needs too much dependence.

This is roughly the difference between Zhou Qi and Xu Ba.One abandons dependence by himself, and the other is forced to abandon dependence.

Then they got married in the dark.Standing together facing each other, each holding a broken conch in his hand, each other's body has left the other's mark, he kissed the tears he shed, and he swallowed the water he poured.

Xu Basui was puzzled: "But didn't you say you wanted to go back?"

Zhou Jin pinched the conch made by the Demon Lord himself, pursed his lips, and showed his canine teeth: "That is to deceive the Demon Lord for compensation."

Xu Basui was at a loss for words, raised his leg slightly, and stomped on him viciously.

Fortunately, he was moved with compassion just now!

"Okay! Put on your ragged clothes and go to see your elder brother with me. He misses you to death." He turned around and put all the things in the air back into the treasure drawer. And put it back in a heavy place.

As for the conch he squeezed out, he didn't say a word.

Zhou Jin looked at his back as he was getting dressed, with the conch between his lips and teeth, as if biting a certain part of his body.

"Mozun, I'm ready."

Xu Basui glanced at him sideways, and saw that he was wearing the Canglan school's Tianqing Taoist uniform, and his temperament was completely different from Zhou Ming's, more gentle and more romantic.

Now that he is tall and tall, I don't know what he must have looked like holding a conch when he was young.

The next second the guy said: "Mozun, where should I put this white clothes? The materials in the demon world are in short supply, I want to find a time to wash it, and I can use it later."

If possible, I would like to continue to lay under the demon king's waist.

Xu Basui's ears were red and his fists were itchy: "...just put it aside."

"Okay." Zhou Jin put the crumpled white clothes on the ground, "Then put it in the devil's mustard space, but it can't be left for too long, otherwise..."

Xu Basui flicked his spiritual power over: "This seat can fix it, right?!"

"Okay." Zhou Jin laughed happily, then tugged at the collar very naturally, and sighed: "I haven't worn it for a long time, and I don't think it's as comfortable as the white clothes given by the Demon Lord."

Xu Basui was about to die of anger: "Okay, get out quickly..."

Then he saw Zhou Jin pull so casually, revealing the strawberry on his neck.

"Don't pull the collar!!"

"why?"

Xu Basui drew a circle with both hands, and a big round mirror appeared in front of Zhou Jin, and the Mozun hid behind the mirror red-faced: "Neck! Neck! If you dare to reveal the slightest bit of wind in front of Zhou Ming, I will kill you, stir fry!" Gap between the teeth of Taotie!"

"Okay, I must pay attention to my words and deeds." Zhou Jin said in a serious tone, "But this mark is so beautiful, can the Demon Lord impart some experience and experience? I don't know anything, I just know how to bite everywhere."

everywhere.

After waiting for a while, Mozun stretched out his hand from the back of the mirror, and the fire on the natal sword was crackling: "Zai, dare, more, mouth, I cut you—"

After arguing for a while, they left the mustard space and went to the side hall, where Bald Xiaobu was already waiting.

"Hi, dear master!" Seeing the benefactor, Xiao Bu smiled brightly, "The subordinates are here for the second treatment for Daoist Zhou."

Xu Basui nodded: "Yes."

Over there, Zhou Ming saw Zhou Jin follow in unscathed, and immediately heaved a long sigh of relief: "Bai Yuan, are you alright?"

It was rare that Zhou Jin didn't give him a face: "Thank you, senior brother, I'm fine."

"Your Taoist uniform, I..." Zhou Ming looked at him complicatedly, without asking other details, just said: "I haven't seen you wear it for a long time."

"Yes." Zhou Jin showed the half of the left sleeve that was cut off, "Since the third senior brother cut it here and laughed at me that I should take the road of breaking the sleeve, I won't wear it anymore."

Zhou Ming probably didn't expect him to expose his scars in front of others, and suddenly became at a loss: "Bai Yuan, actually..."

"It's okay." Zhou Jin smiled lightly.

He glanced at the Demon Lord in front of him, and repeated softly: "It's okay."

Xu Basui coughed dryly twice, and winked at Xiao Bu: "Baldhead, what are you dawdling about? You haven't treated Daoist Zhou!"

"Okay, okay." Xiaobu asked Zhou Ming to go back on his stomach, and the latter sat on his back to meditate, thanking him first and then explaining his confusion: "I don't know if the wound on my back has recurred, please sir."

The sun shone into the side hall, clearly illuminating the scratches on Zhou Ming's entire back, which was spectacular.

Zhou Jin narrowed his eyes, Xu Basui's face was red and white.

Every finger is to annoy you and pester you.

thirsty for you.