magic barrier

Meng Feibai stood at the entrance of the small temple and hesitated for a moment before deciding to go in and take a look. He was sure that this was his first time here, and it was also the first time he saw Zhong Lirandeng yesterday.

Ran Deng—he felt that this name was very familiar more than once, and the previous game ID was also the same. Every time he remembered it, he would have the illusion that he was familiar with it to the bone, which made him feel a little lost and at the same time couldn't help but feel deeply puzzled.

Why is there a blank in my mind, and I can't search for relevant memories at all.

It's like a glass of clear water in front of you. Even though you haven't done anything, it produces a chemical reaction by itself.

At the time of sealing the demons, the sky gradually turned dark. At this time, a lot of happy pigeons and birds gathered in the small courtyard of the temple. The little ones are quite eye-catching when they are crowded together. The grains were screaming and eating, and it was very lively, but suddenly they flapped their wings collectively, discarding the food in their mouths, and the screams became extremely miserable.

Some birds even forgot to fly, and fled around with their heads in their arms, and some with short legs raised their corpses on the spot.

Meng Feibai, who had just walked in, froze immediately, turned his head and pretended not to see anything, quickened his pace, and went straight to the small Buddhist hall.

No matter how many years have passed, his animal relationship is still so bad that both gods and demons are angry.

The belligerent and bad-tempered gods and beasts who once ruled the Six Realms for thousands of years would run away like something whenever they saw him, not to mention the ordinary birds in the world.

Not necessarily all birds.

Unexpectedly, the moment he lost his mind, he had already bumped into someone.

Meng Feibai took a few steps back subconsciously, but the person in front of him supported his shoulders and stabilized his body.

He raised his head, and bumped into a pair of dark eyes unprepared. The man had a smile on his face, as if he had been waiting for him for a long time, without any surprise.

"welcome."

They got very close, and neither of them backed away first.

Meng Feibai even got closer, took two deep breaths near Randeng's neck, and let out a cooing "cuckoo" from his stomach.

It's a mixture of tea and cigarettes, clean and comfortable.

The difference in height between one person and one demon is not too big, Meng Feibai is a little shorter than Randeng, and the tip of his nose is just a little bit lower.

With such a posture, such a distance, no one would believe that there was no ambiguous atmosphere.

Then a certain demon started his great career of making progress, raised a finger, and picked up Randeng's bald chin like a hooligan, his finger pulp was still rubbing against his face, but Meng Feibai gave birth to a noble son He looks handsome and handsome, even eating tofu so stinky and shameless didn't damage his temperament in the slightest.

His playful eyes swept the lamp up and down, as if looking at an animal, and his tone was full of frivolity, "Hehe, you are from the Buddhist world?"

"Hmm." Ran Deng very generously admitted his origin, "May I ask if you are from...?"

The other party seemed to really not know who he was.

Meng Feibai laughed twice, his tone was very leisurely, but his fingertips secretly increased, and he touched his face even more presumptuously, "It's strange that there are still people in the Buddhist world who don't know who I am."

Buddhist cultivators look down on the style of demons, and demons even less look down on the philosophy that Buddha has always upheld.

"Just don't know, I didn't notice the Buddha's breath on you at all yesterday." Meng Feibai let go of his fingers, took a step back to open the distance between each other, and put his hands behind his back very naturally, starting at a place where Ran Deng couldn't see. Silently kneading = rubbing, reminiscing about the wonderful touch of the previous moment.

However, the smile on Deng Deng's face remained undiminished, but his tone was calm and he said, "Probably because my cultivation base is too low. It's normal for you to not feel it for a while."

He didn't seem to care at all.

Meng Feibai nodded knowingly, "Flesh fetus?"

Ran Deng nodded, "Yes."

"That's no wonder." Meng Feibai turned sideways to avoid him, walked straight into the small Buddhist hall, looked around but didn't find a Buddha statue, and couldn't help being slightly startled, "Are you really from the Buddhist world?"

"Of course, please sit down." Ran Deng also came in with him, carefully arranged two futons, and when Meng Feibai was looking around, he turned around and brewed a bag of fragrant tea, and handed him a cup first after a while.

It was the kind of tea that Chu Feimo despised as too bitter.

Meng Feibai took it unceremoniously and drank a couple of sips, regardless of other worlds and Buddhist worlds, for him, delicious food is good food, and in his eyes, Ran Deng is almost the same as the delicious chicken drumsticks seen by ordinary people.

And the tea made by the chicken leg monk, um, how should I put it.

"Although it smells a bit bitter, it tastes quite sweet." After living for so long, this was the first time he encountered this kind of tea.

After drinking it, the stomach is warm, which is very good.

"Is this tea sweet for you?" Ran Deng was stunned in surprise, even more surprised than knowing that the other party is not human and has the ability to extinguish him at any time.

"Yes, can you drink other flavors?"

"So that's how it is." Ran Deng understood, and explained softly, "This tea is called Wubawei. The more complicated the mind is, the more bitter the taste will be. If the drinker tastes sweet, it means... you now, is happy."

"Me, happiness?" Meng Feibai raised an eyebrow and sneered, "What is that?"

"This, only you know." The old monk Ran Deng held his tea and drank in a sedated manner, immune to all kinds of taunts Meng Feibai started from the very beginning, "You came here to find me, what's the matter?"

It's not that I didn't receive a call from my old classmate to remind me, but I don't know why he came.

However, he was glad he came.

"Well, there is such a thing." Meng Feibai drank a few more sips vaguely, and drank the whole cup of tea, "Since you are from the Buddhist world, why is there no Buddha here?"

"Do people in the Buddhist world have to have Buddha statues at home?" Ran Deng said, he took out a chicken leg from the cabinet behind him and bit it, "Even monks will keep pace with the development of society, hehe, this I made it myself, it tastes very good, would you like one?"

"Chicken legs? No." Meng Feibai refused without thinking.

In the end, the lamp was forced into his hand, and he had been bitten several times. His tone was brisk, but the words he said were a little horrifying, "Try it, I won't be too late to eat the chicken legs after eating."

Meng Feibai glanced at him sideways, then took a bite out of nowhere, "You know?"

"Well, it's basically written on your face." The other party was so obvious that he was too embarrassed to say that he didn't notice anything, "So, you should be a demon, right?"

"Isn't the point that I'm going to eat you?" The prey he was targeting rarely escaped.

"It feels like you won't." At least not all at once.

"Oh? Why?" Meng Feibai became interested, stretched out his arms lazily, and leaned towards him, leaning his head on his solid shoulder, asking curiously.

"It should be reluctance."

It's too wasteful to swallow something delicious in one go.

He should be able to savor and savor slowly.

"Hahahahaha." Meng Feibai laughed wildly, like a child, his body trembled, and he sighed like a hype, "You know, my second brother is a recognized expert in this field, but he still It's better for you to see clearly."

What about looking for a partner? The succubus doesn't need a partner at all. It's better to watch a few more dramas from the Six Realms and savor a few more delicious dreams.

Just want to eat, so simple.

"I haven't figured out where to start yet, do you have any good suggestions?" Meng Feibai smiled back, but the corners of her mouth still couldn't help but keep rising.

"Are you serious?" Discussing with the client how to speak, Ran Deng shook his head dumbfounded, but still resigned himself to supporting his trembling body.

so thin?

"It must be serious." But after eating him, the dream demon's name is likely to become an ogre, no, it is a Buddha eater.

It would be nice to not have a dream demon, and it is likely to cause dissatisfaction in the Buddhist world and horror in the demon world. Meng Feibai stood up straight, and suddenly pinched Ran Deng's chest with his hands, "You have a good physique, but I don't care about your body = body. interest."

How dare you say this sentence.

"I eat other things."

"That..." Ran Deng paused almost imperceptibly before continuing, "The ones who can't grow their hair."

"Who wants to eat your hair? I eat—here!" He poked Ran Deng's heart a few times, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and when the other party didn't react at all, he took out the hair Five or six dream balls came, "Monk, thank you for your hospitality."

Sure enough, the fragrance is tangy and the taste is good.

He chewed in small sips, so he didn't see the pampering that was almost overflowing in the eyes of the monk who was so close to him.