My Taoist companion is a little fox

"I'm a baby, my fox is dead, don't bully the honest fox and don't talk back!"

The little fox in his arms pricked up his ears, staring blankly at the bandage wrapped around the little Taoist's neck, while the big fox was so embarrassed: "Shameless stinky Taoist! Bring my brother back!"

"No." Zhou Ke rubbed Bao in his arms, confidently said, "As long as you can get him, what are you doing with your face!"

Guan Qi angrily rolled up his sleeves, at this time the old Taoist priest and Chen Ding heard the news and came to meet Si Ni, and Qian Li together to try to persuade the big fox with fur.

The old Taoist gave Zhou Ke a look, and the little Taoist made a mean gesture with his fingers, and blinked to show that nothing happened.

The heart demon seal between the eyebrows was suppressed.

Guan Qi angrily wanted to say something to the youngest, but found that his eyes had been glued to the little stinky Taoist priest in despair, and immediately covered his face and waved in displeasure: "Scroll!"

This damn fox food.

"Okay!" Zhou Ke replied with a smile, picked up Qian Li and jumped out of the window.

Qianli turned his head and called Fifth Brother, and met a disgusted tail: "Go, go!"

Zhou Ke took him teleported to the previously reserved room, his arms wrapped around him until he couldn't breathe.

"You're back?" Qianli looked up at him, and Zhou Ke leaned against the wall and kissed him, all the hostility in his fingers.

"Well."

Zhou Ke hungrily held him down, and finally nudged him and asked in a low voice: "Miss me? Huh?"

Lu Li's face was red and he posted it on the wall: "No..."

"Lie to me." Zhou Ke lowered his head and bit him.

Qian Li turned sideways to be bitten by him, reached out and carefully touched the side of his neck: "How did you get hurt?"

"Small things."

"Let me see."

"ugly."

"No, scars are medals, let me see..."

"Then where is your medal?" Zhou Ke interrupted, bent over and hugged him tightly, "I overheard, exchanging fur for Wu Yazhu, big monster, it's not worth it."

He lightly rubbed Qian Li's ear temples, and murmured with a half-crying smile: "It's not worth it."

The snow-white fox tail curled up, swept across his face, and gently patted his forehead: "Little Taoist priest, don't listen to Brother Wu, he doesn't mean what he says."

Zhou Ke smiled with tears in his eyes: "Really?"

"There are many things in the world that can cause us to separate, sickness, old age and death, but my memory is not counted. Disasters and trials are terrible for a while, but there is always a meeting that lasts forever."

"We have been together for eight lifetimes. Eight reincarnations, eight sufferings come and go, and the reincarnation is over. If we don't all reincarnate once, how can we call it a calamity? We have survived everything, and I don't believe that we can't achieve a positive result in this life."

Qian Li rubbed against his chest, deeply nostalgic.

"I don't miss you, you've always been here."

Zhou Ke was silent for a long time, picked him up after a while, placed him in the brocade room and covered his eyes.

"And I miss you very much." He set up an enchantment with his fingers to wrap the entire room, leaned over and sucked his lips, "I want to love you."

On the other side, the old Taoist took out the wine he had collected, and all the drinking friends in the world were brothers immediately.

Guan Qi was full of anger, and when he smelled the aroma of wine, he also calmed down.

The old Taoist set out a wine glass and poured it to Qingqiu Huwu and the little Taoist Chen Ding, making Chen Ding panic.

After three glasses of wine, when the wine is in full swing, two fists are drawn, and the atmosphere is immediately different.

Guan Qi caught the two of them talking about the past and temperament of the little stinky Taoist Zhou Ke, and the old Taoist opened up and chatted, eloquently, until the other two felt very noisy in the end.

Guan Qi asked Chen Ding to say, "How is that fellow?"

Chen Ding drank a lot, and replied sincerely and simply: "Zhou Ke is naturally a very good person."

Guan Qi was very picky: "How did you see it?"

Chen Ding blocked him with one sentence: "When you see Qianli treat him, you will know."

The old Taoist laughed so hard that his hands shook, and he spilled a lot of wine.

"My younger brother is naturally fine!"

"Yeah, of course it's good to get away. Anyone who has seen him doesn't like it..." Chen Ding drank even more fiercely. good!"

"The little guy drank too much, and the words in his heart are usually fermented, and he will jump out of everything, you are laughing at me." The old Taoist interrupted with a smile, "By the way, the sixth brother also saved me. At that time, it was the eighteenth day Zhihua, if it weren't for his strong Dao heart, he would have to be planted in. What's more, he is more handsome now than he was then, it's normal for ordinary people to be unable to hold back and have affection."

Guan Qi paused, his eyes a little confused.

No one is born perfect, the world says yes, it is also polished bit by bit through the years.

Or it was molded bit by bit by someone.

The poor little Taoist priest lying on the table dizzy after drinking too much, Guan Qi flicked the wine glass, and suddenly asked the old Taoist priest: "Your wine is very good, do you have any companions?"

The old Taoist haha: "No, no, there are very few obsessed people in my life, and enjoyment runs through it all the time, and wine and cultivation account for most of it."

"That would be a pleasure." Guan Qi also laughed, raised his head and drank the wine in one gulp, "Fuck you Taoist couple!"

After drinking for three rounds, Qingqiu Hu Wu was also so drunk that he fell asleep on the table, and the fox's ears popped out again.

The old Taoist lost two new drinking buddies with whom he could chat, and was annoyed that he shouldn't drink too much, so there was no need to talk now.He had no choice but to cast a spell to ask Guan Qi to lie down on the couch, and then carried Chen Ding back to the cabin.

Chen Ding was raving while lying on the bed: "Happy and happy, new acquaintance, sad and sad, parting... I should let it go, even though I never picked it up..."

The old Taoist stayed for a while, then patted his bun and gave him a thumbs up: "Yes, good boy! Break it when it's broken, it's very good hahahaha."

He came out shaking the wine gourd, and went to the deck shaking all kinds of flavors.[-]% of the sail was damaged by the wind and waves, so the big green dragon just rolled the boat and swam towards Penglai.The sailors and captains on board all relaxed, and happily gathered the crowd to push Pai Gow.

I thought there was no one on the deck, but there was a Zhan Qiubai standing still.

The old Taoist stepped forward: "Where is Zhan boy here?" He looked around and whispered, "It's not easy for you to help look after that kid Zhou Ke these days, so you don't need to go back to rest?"

"Senior." Zhan Qiubai greeted, with a tight bandage wrapped around his neck, "No need."

The old Taoist looked in the direction he was looking at just now, and saw Guo Chunshan who was sitting on the head of the big green dragon and said "ohhh" happily.Qing Jiao also liked him, patting the waves to tease the little half-breed.

...Probably because this good nephew is half of the mixed blood of the green snake, so he is more compatible with the aquarium?

The old Taoist laughed twice, then took out a new wine glass and greeted Zhan Qiubai: "Let's idle around, chat and have a few drinks to quench your thirst."

Zhan Qiubai took it immediately, thanked him first, and then honestly admitted that it was boring: "The younger generation is clumsy, and I am afraid of defeating the senior."

"No. I have a good impression of this silent and dull person by nature." The old Taoist pointed to Guo Chunshan, patted the wine gourd and smiled, "His father is also such a person, a saw-mouthed gourd, and people can't say a hundred sentences. Respond to a few words, with the smelly virtue of a lonely family."

The speed of the big ship slowed down, and Qing Jiao got stuck for a while.

Zhan Qiubai let out an uh, thought for a while, and flattered him in the air: "Senior should be a great voice."

The old Taoist almost choked, holding the wine gourd and laughing so hard that he almost lost his breath: "It makes sense, well said!"

After drinking three cups, Zhan Qiubai's expression remained the same, he just twirled the cup: "In the past, Chunshan and I practiced together, I was taciturn, but he was happy, did the two seniors turn upside down?"

The old Taoist was stunned for a moment, and said, "You actually said that you are a clumsy eloquent, and you are too modest, nephew, let's talk about it."

Zhan Qiubai put his hands together to express his daring.

The old Taoist chattered about some of the daily life of the masters who practiced in the past, seasoned with good wine, and the past is all delicacies.

"There are roughly two types of monks, one is ordinary people who practice immortality, and the other is heavenly people who cultivate extreme ways. I am a layman, and I have embarked on the path of detachment and cultivation, and I am still a red dust wherever I go. The wine is hot, and the food is delicious. If you are a good monster, you have to make friends, and if you have a good scenery, you have to stay." He sipped the wine with an intoxicated expression, as if the cup was the one that ascended and attained the Tao.

Zhan Qiubai drank the wine, and spoke with a calm expression: "A good man deserves love, seniors should have a Taoist companion, right?"

The old Taoist didn't pause this time, and answered no with a hearty smile.

Zhan Qiubai drank the wine in the glass, got up and poured wine for him: "Senior, everything is not as good as human wine, please."

This little Taoist is terrifyingly transparent.

The old Taoist was annoyed again, feeling that he had talked too much and hadn't produced enough alcohol.

But so what?

So what about a defeated dog.

He raised his cup and poured it into the wind: "Okay, do it!"

With a paralyzed face, he looked at the little mixed race at sea from the corner of his eye, knowing that drinking alcohol is vulgar or detached, dumb or difficult to let go.

Zhou Ke pressed Qian Li's hand up and down, his movements went from being cautious at the beginning to opening and closing.For safety, Qian Li's eyes were covered with cloth strips.

Honestly, it's exciting.

He watched the physiological tears lurking away from the corners of his eyes wet his temples, and the accumulated pleasure was like ripples and waves, giving and taking, wandering and pious.

Sneaking to the back, I couldn't hold back: "Little Taoist, don't cover my eyes."

Zhou Ke refused to listen, and lowered his head to rub his sweat and tears lightly.

"Speak," Qianli trembled slightly, "Zhou Ke... you speak..."

Zhou Ke rolled his Adam's apple, rubbed his shoulders to his feet, and panted in response.

There are more and more wet places away from the corners of the eyes, the tide is clearing, and the fox is reluctantly groping for the little Taoist's hand with its fingertips. While weeping, it is thrown aground by the continuous invasion, and the mattress is a mess.

Zhou Ke whispered: "You have arrived, and when you are about to ascend... the prayers of countless monks and monsters are to become immortals. You have cultivated for thousands of years, don't you want to?"

He shook his head, his body was like cold jade coming out of water, the water droplets gathered and flowed over the flawless skin texture, this addictive and crazy touch and temperature is enough to make all wood saints and gods who have no desires and no desires give up all indulgence.To love, to oppress, to appease, to attack.

"I'm not immortal...I'm not..."

Zhou Ke poked his fingertips into his long hair, and held up the little fox in the inseparable situation, either deeper or more bullying.

"Is it really not going to work? Your brother is here to pick you up, sneak away."

Sneaking away with curled toes, trying to pull the embarrassing mattress, but the ankle was also held.

"I do not know……"

"No... what?"

Zhou Ke left dense peach marks on this piece of cold jade, and the illusion was painted on a pure white fan: "Are you going to follow me all the time, to the ends of the earth?"

I don't know how long and how deep the subconsciousness is.It's just... the bell on the ankle seems to be ringing.

The eyes were blindfolded, and the ringing of the bell became louder and louder.When will it stop?

Zhou Ke tried to restrain himself, this position was too bullying for the fox.

"I won't run away." The fox begged for mercy, leaning on him, "...I won't run away."