The third world does not cross the demon

None of them paid attention to the roof, where a black figure walked like a ghost...

Seeing the resolute face of the white-clothed monk, the Seventh Prince immediately forgot the awe he felt just now, and replaced it with the pleasure of blasphemy...

"Hey! Baby, I'm here!" The Seventh Prince also took out a pill from his bosom and ate it, rubbing his hands together and grabbing Monk Budu's ass...

"Dare!" Monk Budu finally spoke, holding back the burning desire in his heart, and the words were filled with blessings from Sanskrit.

Mr. Xiaofeng was so shaken that his knees almost went limp, and he knelt down on the spot.

And the Seventh Prince lost his mind for a short while because of the medicine he took just now, so he followed his instinctive impulse and continued to grab the monk's ass...

The black shadow on the roof obviously had enough of the excitement, and sent two silver needles towards the house...

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

The Seventh Prince and Young Master Xiaofeng were like mud, limp on the ground without warning...

What's ridiculous is that because of the medicine he took just now, the Seventh Prince is still holding his own in some places...

Only then did the black shadow on the house fall into the room like a ghost, revealing that evil smile that can overwhelm the country and the city.

Perhaps it was because of taking the medicine that Monk Budu's eyes became blurred, and there was an inexplicable impulse in his heart...

"Hey! Monk! Is the beauty drunk and delicious?" The corner of the black shadow's mouth rose a little gloatingly.

"Lianyue, you~" Monk Budu wanted to question, but for some reason, when he opened his mouth at this time, there was something different about him.

"You monk, you actually recognize me?" Young Master Lian Yue put away his joke, frowned slightly, and then returned to normal.

Thinking of him, even Mr. Yue can be regarded as the number one son of Fengyuelou. It is not surprising that this monk in white knows him.

After thinking about it, Young Master Lian Yue condensed his internal energy into palm wind, broke the rope that bound Budu Monk, pulled his wrist, pointed his toes on the ground, and flew out of the window...

As Monk Budu's breathing became heavier and his footsteps became heavier, Young Master Lian Yue had no choice but to find a cave and settle down temporarily.

"You monk, you look much cuter when you blush!" Young Master Lian Yue said in a frivolous tone.

"Lianyue, do you have an antidote?" Monk Budu stretched his hand forward very bluntly.

Young Master Lian Yue smiled wickedly, and said on purpose: "I'm also very curious, what will happen to you, a monk who is full of Dharma, if you eat this beauty and get drunk?"

He tentatively leaned in front of Monk Budu, and deliberately teased him: "Could it be, you want me to detoxify you with your body?"

Mr. Lian Yue deliberately put the word "body" very seriously. After spending so long in Fengyue Tower, he naturally knows how to control the mood of others.

Monk Budu's face became even more rosy, but he still tried his best to control his instincts at this moment with the profound Dharma.

Therefore, he sat cross-legged on the floor, took off the prayer beads, and chanted scriptures...

Young Master Lian Yue saw that the monk could still maintain a pure and ascetic appearance after eating "beauty drunk", he didn't know what he was thinking, but he stretched out his slender hand like a ghost, and followed the monk's resolute direction. On the face, I touched it...