After the full-level boss lifts the coffin [Quick Transmigration]

As expected, there was no response from outside the door.

Slowly turning over in the water, Wen Jiu lay on the bathtub: "Hey, I also know that Master Fozi's hands are used to burn incense and turn scriptures, but it really hurts me."

Xie Xuan knew that the pain threshold of the original owner's body was low.

But in his impression, Wen Jiu was not a person who would cry out for pain.

In those books he heard when he went down the mountain, even if he was forced to a desperate situation, the other party could wipe away the blood and bloom a flower with a smile.

It's like having nine lives.

However, having said that, in just a few seconds when Xie Xuan recalled the past, his feet had unconsciously moved to the front of the bathroom.

Probably saw the shadow cast by him through the frosted glass, and the deliberately protracted tone of grievance came from inside: "It really hurts, it's jumping and jumping, if you don't believe me, feel it."

If it were changed to 5046, he must have a hard heart, and would not pay attention to a certain talker who is full of trains.

But Xie Xuan is different.

Knowing that the other party had a [-]% chance of lying, he still opened the door for the [-]% chance.

Then, he met a pair of narrow eyes.

Lazily pawing at the edge of the bathtub, the young man seemed to be unprepared for the coming person, stretching his body wantonly, his round and small shoulders and slightly protruding butterfly bones were all exposed.

A drop of water smoothly slid down the milk-like back, swirled, and submerged into the thin waistline covered by bubbles.

"It's all here," seeing the man turn around to leave, Wen Jiu found out a plastic basin out of nowhere, "It doesn't take much effort, you can buy a small stool from the system store, and I will pay for it."

Letting a vicious ghost who loves beauty not wash his hair for a few days is simply more torture than listening to scriptures.

When I meet a scumbag, I don't have the confidence to tear it up.

Bending down to grab a pair of disposable slippers for the bathroom, Xie Xuan turned around without making a sound, and just quietly took off the outermost layer of white hemp monk's robe that was obviously in the way.

From top to bottom, slowly.

Wen Jiu was inexplicably a little uncomfortable.

Usually he always teased Xie Xuan, and what he wanted to see was the funny look of the other party who was at a loss, but for some reason today, this person was really calm.

How should I put it——there is a strong sense of tension that the territory has been violated.

It was as if the prey had turned into a hunter.

With a small huanghuali wood stool in his hand, Xie Xuan generously picked up the plastic basin from Wen Jiu's side, took off the shower, sat down, and patted the edge of the bathtub: "Head."

Crash.

Not to be outdone, Wen Jiu turned around.

A towel was thoughtfully placed under his neck, his eyes were closed, his hair was slightly wet, and he perfectly bypassed the gauze wrapped around the wound.

The fingertips stained with shampoo shuttled through the hair, slowly shattering the subtle vigilance in Wen Jiu's heart, as if he remembered something interesting, he flicked the water one after another, and suddenly laughed :

"You seem to have combed my hair before."

That was indeed a long, long time ago.

At that time, he had just received Xie Xuan's palm without dodging or avoiding it, and lay unconscious in the coffin. He thought that when he opened his eyes again, it would be the Naihe Bridge, but unexpectedly, he arrived under the Pagoda of Ten Thousand Buddhas.

The well-prepared scarlet mourning clothes were thrown together in disorder, and the heavy coffin lid was pushed halfway open. He smelled the slightly familiar white sandalwood. He sat up straight and was about to curse, but before he could utter a word, he was knotted Tears were tearing out of my hair.

Monk Piana also asked, "Why are you crying?"

At that moment, Wen Jiu really wanted to tell you to cry for your funeral, but he really didn't have the strength, so he could only say softly, "You're just going to see me off like this?"

Fortunately, he thought that people from Buddhism could be more reliable.

"The benefactor is not dead." Seriously correcting the mistakes in the young man's words, Xie Xuan, who supported the coffin lid, paused: "Sorry, the mountain road is rough, so I offended you."

Wen Jiu: "... Shan Lu, did you push me here?"

Xie Xuan: "Amitabha."

Wen Jiu: "Where's the storage bag?"

Xie Xuan: "The storage bag cannot hold a living person."

Wen Jiu: "Where is the magic weapon?"

Xie Xuan: "There is no magic weapon."

At this moment, Wen Jiu finally understood how he got his sore body, the mountains were high and the road was far away, and he had already bumped and bumped in the coffin many times.

The dignified successor of the Buddhist sect can't even take out a treasure that can fly into the sky with his bare hands.

Really weird.

However, thinking that it was the other party who accompanied him on his last journey, Wen Jiu coughed twice, and said with a low smile: "This is the burial place you chose for me? Yes, there is a lot of pomp."

The merits and virtues are lingering, and the Buddhist sect's luck is great, and it is perfect for saving this evil ghost like him.

"But before I die, can you help me fix my clothes and hair, it's really ugly."

It was probably the first time he heard such a hypocritical request. The young Buddha was stunned, finally put down the coffin lid, and stood beside Wen Jiu: "...there is no comb in the temple."

Wen Jiu couldn't hold back, and coughed a few more times after laughing.

Blind and without spiritual power, he couldn't see the other person's appearance at all, he could only feel his forehead touching a warm shoulder-like place, and then, someone gently smoothed it out with his fingers from behind. his hair.

"The donor will not die."

This was the last sentence Wen Jiu heard before falling asleep again. As far as the result is concerned, he has indeed lived to this day.

"You were so cute at that time. I never thought that you would be chanting scriptures every day." With white foam on his head, Wen Jiu sighed, "Knock and knock with a wooden fish in your arms. It makes people want to run away."

Finely adjusting the temperature of the water flow, Xie Xuan slightly bent his five fingers, and covered the other party's gauze with his palm: "Where are you going?"

Wen Jiu: ...

Suddenly asked such a question, he really couldn't answer it.

Although the life under the pagoda is boring and lacks freedom, he can only fight with Xie Xuan every day, but it has to be said that those days were the most relaxing time for him.

The so-called fate that followed him like a shadow and drowned him like a thousand rivers into the sea since he was born was all blocked by a Buddhist pagoda.

All living beings have nothing to do with him.

What's more, the vegetarian meal brought by Xie Xuan was very delicious.

Seeing what the other party was thinking at a glance, Xie Xuan was helpless: "Do it when you are free, don't move around."

Wen Jiu, who was about to turn around, was honest in an instant.

Both Qi and blood are deficient, this body has not been fully nourished, and a certain Buddha is a stuffy gourd that cannot be poked, and he is drowsy within 2 minutes in the water vapor.

It wasn't until he firmly lifted himself out of the water with his hands that Wen Jiu opened his eyes suddenly, and clasped his fingers towards the other party's throat.

"The water is cold." Xie Xuan wrapped the person in a bath towel like a rice dumpling. Xie Xuan was not surprised, "Be careful to get sick."

Clearly feeling the trembling of the Adam's apple under the palm, Wen Jiu relaxed his back and drooped his eyelids, as if confirming the harmlessness of the other party from this action full of desire for control, he simply buried his head in Xie Xuan's arms: "I'm sleepy. "

"Yeah." The hand holding his life gate gradually slipped to his shoulder, Xie Xuan calmly carried him out of the bathroom: "Go to sleep after blowing your hair."

The evil ghost in his arms cursed: "Stinky monk."

A mouth never pleases him.

Huhu——

While the hair dryer was buzzing at the lowest setting, Xie Xuan casually hung up Wei Yang's call.

If Wen Jiu could see the man's eyes at this moment, he would be surprised, because apart from the glaring indifference, there was also a hint of possessiveness that finally saw the light of day.

Too bad he didn't.

The whole body sank into the soft big bed, the black-haired young man hugged the quilt sideways, and his head rested on Xie Xuan's lap.

As soon as the almond eyes closed, the original owner's profile became more and more similar to Wen Jiu's. Turning off the hair dryer, Xie Xuan lowered his eyes, and followed the young man's facial features vaguely with his fingertips.

It is undeniable that he likes Wen Jiu lying in his arms. This is a peace of mind that no one else can see and only shows to him.

But at the same time, it also means that Wen Jiu never regarded him as a man.

a real man.

It is well known in the world of comprehension that Jiu has a good manly style. Because of his frivolous style, there are not many furnace cauldrons sent privately by various sects.

Unexpectedly, no matter how many people were sent, the formations engraved on the furnace did not take effect. Gradually, someone finally realized that Wen Jiu's so-called love for men is actually no different from love for books, flowers and jade. .

Simple and pure, never desire.

This is why Xie Xuan let Wen Jiu be rude to him at first.

It was also the reason for Xie Xuan's dissatisfaction at the moment.

In a sense, he, Yu Wenjiu, is no different from the decorations in the house.

From agreeing to the conditions of quickly passing the game to everything he has experienced recently, he is very sure that what he wants from Wen Jiu is far more than that.

He wants more.

"Hmm." Yue Mo sensed some kind of overly heavy emotion enveloping him, Wen Jiu frowned slightly, and instinctively wanted to turn over and change to sleep, but was stretched out by the man's long arms, and was gently wrapped into his arms .

Proficient in smoothing the Sichuan character between the young man's eyebrows with his fingertips, Xie Xuan's eyes were dark, but his voice was very gentle: "Don't make trouble."

A night without dreams.

When he woke up the next morning, Wen Jiu glanced away and saw Xie Fuzi who was meditating with his eyes closed.

Looking from top to bottom, the other party's expression is peaceful, neither sad nor happy, and his handsome facial features are particularly three-dimensional. The early morning sun hits his brows and eyes, glowing with a faint golden color, which really looks like a statue of a compassionate god in a temple. .

Yuanqing Yujie, Jiyueguangfeng.

Lying on the side is not suitable for admiring beauties. Wen Jiu was about to turn himself over, but just as he was about to leave, the man stopped him with his hand: "The wound doesn't hurt anymore?"

"It hurts, of course it hurts." After knowing it, I realized that I had slept all night with my pillow on Buddha's leg, blinked, Wen Jiu reached out and poked the soft yet hard muscle: "Is it numb?"

Before Xie Xuan could respond, he shook his head again: "That's right, you're just stock data now, so you shouldn't have any real sense."

Seeing the other party rolling from his arms to the center of the bed, Xie Xuan moved his legs naturally, the smoothness and softness of young skin remained on his fingertips.

"What are you going to do today?" he asked.

"First create an account on a well-known Two-dimensional dating site." Pointing to the laptop on the bedside table, Wen Jiu hugged the pillow and looked Xie Xuan up and down, "Then..."

"Live broadcast raising cubs."

The author has something to say:

Xie Xuan: Raising cubs?

Wen Jiu: I will support you.