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

Wen Jiu dreamed that he had turned into a cat.

Leaning against the warm fireplace, the fur is fluffy, and the comfort of being served makes one unable to help being lazy and greedily wanting more.

The flexible tail is closest to the heat source, wrapped around it, and patted gently, as if humming a happy tune.

Xie Xuan couldn't help laughing.

The fireplace in Wen Jiumeng also shook.

Opening his eyes in displeasure, half asleep and half awake, before he could get angry, the dragon horn hit the man's chin.

The impact was so real that Wen Jiu's nose was sore, his eyes were red, and physiological tears rolled down, making the people around him laugh out loud, "Does it hurt?"

Wen Jiu: Nonsense.

What is this smelly monk's jaw made of? It's harder than a stone.

Raising his hand and touching the small branch with a rounded curve, the Buddha who was completely used as a pillow obediently admitted his mistake: "Sorry."

This is good, the original simple pain suddenly became a little itchy, Wen Jiu raised his head and glared at the other party, deeply suspecting that this person did it on purpose.

It's a pity that he just cried and hasn't stopped, his pupils are different from ordinary people's washing, clean and clear, not only has no lethality, but also makes people itchy.

Xie Xuan calmed down for a long time before he could hold back from bullying more.

After realizing something was wrong, Wen Jiu opened his mouth and said, "Where's my leg?"

Xie Xuan pointed down: "Here."

From the red quilt, a snow-white and flexible dragon's tail protruded, coiled around the man's waist like a snake, and then down, the last tuft of hair even hung where it shouldn't be.

Wen Jiu was a little confused.

How should I put it, although the spirit turned into an animal will more or less retain some characteristics, but it is also a tail, and his looks are much better than that of a vixen.

Obviously both foxes and dragons have claws.

The Buddha who was entangled praised: "It's very beautiful."

Wen Jiu complained instinctively: "I thought you would faint from fright."

When Xu Xian saw the white lady died once.

"You forgot?" Xie Xuan propped himself up with one hand, his eyes drooping, serious, "I'm Fa Hai."

Fahai has long known that the white snake is a demon.

Now Wen Jiu really laughed.

He smiled, and the tail wrapped around Xie Xuan's waist moved accordingly, and the scales flickered, making people want to reach out and touch them.

Wen Jiu also thought it looked good. His tail was more flexible than his legs. He moved left and right for a long time, not realizing how much he had crossed the line, and stared at the pinch of hair at the end of the tail. .”

He is really good at picking mission targets.

Xie Xuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and really wanted to ask someone if he knew where he was staring at.

"Legs have changed into dragon tails, it should be caused by too much consumption. Just wake up." Changing the subject appropriately, Xie Xuan patted Wen Jiu and reminded, "Aren't you taking it away?"

"No."

It was rare to find a display stand suitable for admiring the dragon's tail, but Wen Jiu resolutely refused, and even tightened it up in a demonstration.

Xie Xuan: ...

Sometimes he really couldn't tell whether Wen Jiu was doing it on purpose or being really stupid.

With a deep voice, he emphasized: "I am a man."

Wen Jiu said lazily, "But you are even more of a monk."

What kind of man is a monk?Even the group of professionals from the Hehuan Sect have been defeated countless times.

"Speaking of which, you Wanfo Temple has the means to train disciples. In all these years, no one has betrayed the sect for money, power, or affection." He smiled, flicking his tail, "I'm afraid the other teachers are envious. broken."

Like him, after the raging fire, no matter how many sects he wandered, he was ordered to be arrested by as many sects.

No way, who told me that my eyes always see too much.

In order not to become a lifeless tool in the cage specially used for fortune-telling, of course he had to run away, and he had to fan the flames, sow dissension, and join forces to create chaos in the world.

Unexpectedly, after he finished feeling, Xie Xuan said: "Yes."

Wen Jiu:?

Which warrior dares to be so rebellious and risk the world's disgrace, he must toast the other party if he has the opportunity.

Easily guessing what the young man was thinking, Xie Xuan said leisurely, "Me."

Wen Jiu:?

???

This surprised him more than Xie Xuan's kung fu practice.

Because with this monk's character, at most he would just keep everything in his heart and drive himself crazy, betraying the sect, no matter how he looked at it, it didn't look like the other party's choice.

However, when he continued to question, a certain person seemed to have practiced closed-mouth meditation, no matter how much he asked, he would not answer, the story only told the beginning, and let go of it.

Expressing strong condemnation of such behavior of breaking the change, Wen Jiu just wanted to throw the other party off the bed, and there was a burst of heat behind his tail and ears.

Visible to the naked eye, the snow-white and crystal-clear scales gradually receded, revealing the soft and delicate skin underneath. It was only at this moment that Wen Jiu realized that his inner garment was broken at some point.

As a result, the scene in front of him was inexplicably a little more subtle.

Wen Jiu knew for the first time that the original owner's flexibility was so good.

Unable to move his legs, he could only lift off the quilt in a snap, covering the man from the waist down.

Confidently, he pushed Xie Xuan: "Pants."

Who told him that he couldn't conjure clothes yet.

Xie Xuan decided: "Only mine."

Wen Jiu: "What's yours is yours, it's not like you haven't worn it."

The surrounding curtains were drawn, and as evening approached, the light in the bed was a bit dim. Wen Jiu lowered his head again, completely unaware of the difference in the emotions in the eyes of the people around him.

Stretching out his hand to grab his leg, he murmured: "Really, can't the Bureau import some new medicines into the store? You're so stingy, the body of the mission target depends on the staff to repair it."

He couldn't see what was going on under the quilt, so he could only fumble with his own feeling. After moving his right leg, he moved again: "You're crushing me."

Right under Xie Xuan's waist, it was numb.

He also didn't know how the dragon's tail, which was coiled into a mosquito coil, turned back into legs, and how it came to be in such a posture.

So he said that the original owner had good flexibility.

It can be hung on someone's waist when lying on its side, like a large pillow.

Before realizing it, Xie Xuan didn't move, but still grabbed his wrist under the quilt.

Wen Jiu raised his eyes innocently: "Why?"

In the next second, Buddha in white clothes jumped up and lifted the quilt, leaving only his back sitting on the edge of the bed.

"What's the wind?" Hangchi Hangchi moved the other leg back, Wen Jiu secretly glanced at Xie Xuan's ear, and found that there was no redness, and his heart was completely relieved.

He said, what's the matter, no one responded anyway.

A little uncomfortable at best.

But this monk's waist is really thin and tough, and it is very hot even through the clothes. It is covered with just the right muscles, and the mermaid line should be indispensable.

It's a pity he didn't touch it this time.

Messy thoughts were too presumptuous, and most of them were captured by his own system along the sea of ​​consciousness, but Wen Jiu didn't know it, and reached out and pressed Xie Xuan's ring: "It's six o'clock, how is the situation outside?"

Xie Xuan didn't answer.

Now Wen Jiu stopped poking the ring, and poked someone's arm instead: "Hey, you..."

Before the words were finished, there was a polite knock on the door outside: "Excuse me, may I come in?"

It's a girl with short hair.

At the same time, Xie Xuan suddenly grabbed half of the quilt and covered it around his waist.

Wen Jiu understood something in an instant.

A little stunned and a little wanting to laugh, he not only didn't hold back, but also tugged at his sleeve, stood up with his strength, and put his chin on Xie Xuan's shoulder.

"So it still works."

Slowing down meaningfully, he pinpointed the moment when someone wanted to turn around, and raised his voice: "Come in."

With a creak, the short-haired girl who hadn't seen anyone all day pushed the door open and entered.

In the guest room, the monk with a slightly disheveled robe was sitting on the edge of the bed with downcast eyes, while the boy with vertical eyes was leaning on the latter's shoulder with a quilt covered, sticky, but natural, no different from usual.

Not seeing the other two residents, the short-haired girl wondered, "Where are they?"

Wen Jiu: "They all ran away."

"You should have heard about me too, right?" Wen Jiu smiled while playing with her hair, "Aren't you afraid?"

The short-haired girl shook her head.

Perhaps it was because she had a good night's sleep last night, or maybe it was because she didn't encounter any danger during the day. Compared with the other players Wen Jiu had met, her complexion was obviously very good, her appearance was sweet, and it was easy to get close to her.

But Xie Xuan doesn't like this set.

His voice was a little hoarse, and he repeated Wen Jiu's words: "Aren't you afraid?"

As if an ancient temple bell was ringing, and as if countless wooden fish were knocking in her ears, the short-haired girl's complexion suddenly changed, and she stood up and slipped out the door without saying a word.

"Bangdang."

The door was closed heavily, Wen Jiu clicked her tongue: "Why are you scaring her?"

The fun that was finally cheated is gone.

Xie Xuan: "She is a ghost."

Wen Jiu: "I know."

What's the point of just deceiving people, it's fun to deceive even ghosts, and by the way, you can also be a town house beast, so as to avoid other blind people looking for you at night.

Xie Xuan didn't stop: "She wants to eat you."

Wen Jiu didn't care: "I can't eat it again."

"So," the man said in a cold voice, "Wen Shi wants me to call her back for you?"

Wen Jiu: ...

Wait a minute, how long has it been since this man called him a benefactor?

It sounds weird.

"Forget it," lost interest, he let go of the hand on Xie Xuan's shoulder, and fell back, "It's also quite interesting to startle the snake."

It's just a pity that he carefully designed the image of a little boy for someone.

"...Huang Mao said that the owner of this house is not a fox girl." I don't know how long it took, as if the fire had finally subsided, Xie Xuan said in a flat voice with no head or tail.

Wen Jiu calmed down, closed her eyes and nodded: "Oh."

"Very sleepy?" Lowering the volume, the man answered, "There is hot water in the store, wipe your face before going to sleep."

After being mentioned by the other party, Wen Jiu couldn't lie down anymore. After Xie Xuan poured hot water and washed the towel, he wrapped the quilt cooperatively and moved to the bed, completely forgetting where his weakness was.

That's why.

When someone pinched the small tree branch on the left side with his fingers, he instantly softened his waist.

Clasping the young man with one hand and trying to push his wrists away, Xie Xuan sat down on the edge of the bed, as if he had expected it, and almost wrapped him in his arms.

The pretense of calmness faded away completely, and the man who boiled a dragon in warm water raised his brows slightly, and smiled a little while talking: "Why? Only state officials are allowed to set fires, and the common people are not allowed to light lamps?"

"What Xie has tried, Wen Benefactor should also taste."

The author has something to say:

Wen Jiu:! ! !That's not the same as saying yes!

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