Be a squeamish bag in Unlimited Live

Sikong Yue didn't come to him for several days.

What Jiang Chi did in the Buddhist hall every day was the same as when he was in Liuli Temple. He prayed in the morning and recited sutras in the evening, and spent the rest of the time lying on the ground looking through the picture books that Sikong Yue brought him from outside.

After all, the habit of the fox is hard to change. When no one is watching, it rolls lazily on the ground, rubbing against the soft Persian camel hair carpet, and its waist and limbs are so soft that they seem to have been pulled out of the bone.

The snow-white and soft silk clothes were lifted up by his turning from side to side and stuck on the plump heels of his legs, revealing his white and slender calves.

When chanting sutras, she still sits upright, and her long black hair is like a very fine stream of water flowing down her round shoulders and behind her.The little Bodhisattva half-closed his long and curled eyelashes sleepily, holding in his palm the Buddhist beads given to him by Master Minghui before he left.

For some reason, the old mage just looked at the little fox with eyes full of reluctance, heaved a long sigh, and put the one hundred and eight Buddhist beads bracelet into the boy's palm.

"This old man knows that your character is pure and good, but the world is difficult and dangerous. If something happens, this prayer bead may save your life."

What danger can there be?The little fox thought ecstatically.

The Xuanqing Buddhist beads were wrapped around the slender fingertips, which made the young man's palm even more of a jade-like whiteness.

A small gold-plated Avalokitesvara statue was placed on the table of the Buddhist hall, and the sandalwood in front of the lotus platform overflowed with smoke along the Boshan furnace.

Today's fragrance always feels a little strange.

The already sleepy mind couldn't move anymore, and the beads on the boy's fingertips fell to the ground bit by bit, making a crisp "ding", but it didn't wake up the sleepy boy.

Jiang Chi had a strange dream in a daze.

In the dream, he seemed to be in an empty and cold palace, with layers of veils hanging down without wind, and a sticky and strange fragrance wafting in the air, he was like a puppet whose hands and feet were manipulated Baby, with a blank face, walked towards the depths of the palace.

Intuition told Jiang Chi that this must be very dangerous, but he couldn't control his hands and feet, and watched as he slowly and firmly pushed aside the hanging curtain, walking towards the tall and thin figure vaguely reflected on the gauze curtain.

Candles were lit everywhere, and the dark palace was illuminated as if it were daytime. The little fox was only short of the last layer of veil to see who that person was.

However, a shrill cry suddenly came from his ear, waking the young man up from that strange dream in an instant.

Jiang Chi was startled, his face turned slightly pale.

"Little Bodhisattva, please save me, little Bodhisattva." A man's soft and shrill cry came from outside the screen, and before he saw anyone, he heard the sound of his forehead slamming hard on the floor.

Jiang Chi was terrified when he heard it, and before he could speak to stop him, another large group of people broke in from outside the Qingxin Pavilion, led by a cold and arrogant female voice: "The people under my command are ignorant, messed up, and bothered the little mage, I still hope to forgive you."

He said forgiveness in his mouth, but his actions didn't pay attention to people at all, and he scolded the servants to drag the man who was still crying bitterly away.

The man's mouth was blocked and he could only make a particularly shrill and desperate whining sound.

The little Bodhisattva who was only separated from him by a screen was indeed extremely soft-tempered. Seeing that the poor man was being bullied like this, he frowned and said, "May I ask what mistake this benefactor has made?"

The young man's voice was soft and clear, with a bit of indistinct sweetness in the end.

Just by hearing this voice, one can imagine that the person hiding behind must be good-looking.

The arrogant woman paused, and slowly opened her scarlet lips: "It's nothing, I just stole some jewelry from me, but looking at the face of the little Bodhisattva, I won't make things difficult for him .”

Sikong Yue told him about the people in the mansion that he couldn't mess with, and he thought this was Gao Yunni, Mrs. Sikong whom she met that day.

"What is the little Bodhisattva doing? Reciting scriptures?" Gao Yunni stretched out a hand painted with Kodan and pressed it on the red sandalwood screen carved with figures and hundreds of flowers, curling the corners of her lips, "It just so happens that there are scrolls of scriptures in this palace. If you don’t understand, how about the little Bodhisattva explain it to me carefully.”

Why does everyone here ask him to chant scriptures?

The problem is that he doesn't have much culture himself, so pretending to be a cultured person is hard work.

Jiang Chi was taken aback, but he didn't realize the meaning of the woman's words, so he said slowly, "It's natural to be able to teach the scriptures. It's my honor that the princess is interested in Buddhism."

There was a gleam of light in Gao Yunni's charming and upturned eyes. She is also a veteran of playing with love, but she has never played with this little monk who is pure and ascetic.

This made her feel extremely itchy.

But don't let her down.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

Sikong Yue happened to step into the Buddhist hall, and the small Buddhist hall was crowded and cramped. He thought that something had happened to Jiang Chi, but happened to see Gao Yunni who seemed to be about to push down the screen at any time to peek at the spring scenery inside .

Sikong Yue's complexion suddenly changed, and she rushed up a few steps regardless of the man at his feet who was limp and crying until his face was flushed.

"What do I do? Does Ah Yue have to take care of my mother chanting a few words of Buddha in the Buddhist hall?" Gao Yunni sneered, pressing her hand on the screen slightly, looking coldly at her nominal "son" ".

The son of a kabuki also wanted to control her.

He is something.

Sikong Yue sneered: "Of course I can't control my mother, it's just..." He took a few steps forward, almost face to face with Gao Yunni, the pair of eyes that were very similar to Sikong Tu were under the dark gaze Like a lion under the rage of being robbed of his spouse.

"He is the 'White Fox' who was looking for so hard. If you get involved, who do you think will be the unlucky one?"

This time the pale-faced person turned into Gao Yunni.

She narrowed her eyes and smiled, but the handkerchief in her hand was crumpled into a ball by sharp fingers: "My dear son, just wait."

She took the male waiter who had the guts to escape and left aggressively. Sikong Yue saw the mighty backs of the group of people finally disappearing, so she endured the pain in her back and gave a disgusted "pooh".

"Si, Sikong Yue."

Behind the screen came the cautious voice of the little Bodhisattva.

He is so obedient, Sikong Yue told him not to be seen casually by others, so he just sat behind the screen and obediently waited for him to come.It is a soft white kitten with a soft meow. It can only rely on the owner and listen to the owner.

Sikong Yue felt that her heart was completely soft.

He gritted his teeth, thinking that he had to use that name to protect Jiang Chi, and his self-esteem was inevitably frustrated.

What Sikong Tu said last night was right.

He is still too weak.

Weak people have no way to protect their lovers.

"Are you injured?" Those watery blue eyes widened, looking at Sikong Yue with a little worry.

Sikong Yue was stunned for a while, convinced that she had already bandaged it, she shook her head: "No."

The little fox shrank his neck hesitantly, and said nervously: "Then did you kill someone? You smell very bloody."

What a sensitive nose.

Sikong Yue approached in a vicious way, and his warm breath landed on the young man's porcelain-white cheeks. There was a bit of mischievous cunning in his smooth narrow eyes: "You have discovered all of this."

The little fox suddenly pulled the alarm in his heart and shivered, thinking that no matter how people here kill everyone, it’s as easy as chopping a carrot: "I, I, I..."

He racked his brains for a long time and was cut off by Sikong Yue, the smile on that overly heroic face was terrifying: "Since you have already found out, I have nothing to hide."

Brother, take it away, your smile is so perverted.

Jiang Chi backed away with a "squeak" and hugged his chest tremblingly into a furry fox ball: "I, I promise not to say anything, I swear, monks don't tell lies."

Sikong Yue got closer and closer, and could kiss Jiang Chi's upturned nose almost as soon as he lowered his head: "No way, little master, I heard that monks should persuade others to be kind, you just watch me go astray ?”

Jiang Chi's teeth were shaking, and he boldly said, "I told you, will you stop?"

"Haha." The uncontrollable laughter rolled down the young man's heaving chest to his throat, he laughed so hard that tears seemed to come out, he flew over and hugged the white and soft little Bodhisattva into his arms.

Jiang Chi was caught off guard and crashed into Sikong Yue's chest, feeling his nose was being crushed, and angrily broke free with a smothered little face.

Sikong Yue lowered her head and kissed the young man's soft lips.

Jiang Chi's lips are beautiful, like a group of delicate and thin flowers, blooming gracefully in the center of his lips, with a three-point soft smile, and a small round bead on his upper lip.

Sikong Yue lowered her eyelashes, first tentatively licked Jiang Chi's lips, and then covered her own lips before the little fox could react.

"Hmm!" Jiang Chi couldn't dodge in time, when he realized that his teeth had been pried open, he had to open his mouth to bear the invasion from Sikong Yue.

The little Bodhisattva, who was held in the palm of someone's hand, is a little fairy who is purer than snow, and now in his arms, he is at the mercy of others, softened into the most chaotic and ecstatic appearance, becoming a sparrow in a cage, a butterfly on fingertips, pure and innocent. If Bai's body is stained with secular imprints, he will never return to the unreachable heaven.

The water-red flesh of the lips was forced to bloom into a charming little rose, and the wet saliva overflowed from the lips and rolled between the crumpled white gauze.

The golden bell tied to his ankle rang softly with the young man's movements, and a wide palm held the constantly struggling slender calf with irresistible majesty.

"Little Chi, little Bodhisattva, little Avalokitesvara." Sikong Yue yelled indiscriminately, obviously the person being bullied was Jiang Chi, but his voice seemed to be crying, "As long as you say something, I will definitely listen to you."

"In this world, only you can cross me."

It is said in the Buddhist scriptures that the clavicle Bodhisattva, who attracts all lusts, first hooks them with desire, and then makes them enter the Buddha's wisdom.

Sikong Yue sighed, "Little Bodhisattva, please help me."