Be a squeamish bag in Unlimited Live

At night, Suzaku Street is still bustling with people, crowds are crowded together, shoulder to shoulder, without even a space to settle down.The strong aroma from the dessert shop is wafting all over the street, and strings of red lanterns are flying lively in the wind.

The voice of the storyteller in the restaurant is mixed with the laughter of the drinkers when they are ordering wine, and it is heard from afar.

On the high platform in the middle of the restaurant, the dancers from the Western Regions were dancing with their bare feet to the beat of the drums. The rapid drum beats and the golden bells flying on the women's waists pushed the drunken people to the climax of the atmosphere.

"Pa" the storyteller gave a startled sound to startle the little fox in the private room on the second floor who was listening engrossed. The sugar figurine in his hand was about to fall onto the snow-white robe when he lost his grip.

A hand and eye belonging to a young man quickly caught the sugar figure in mid-air, Sikong Yue said with a smile: "Little Bodhisattva, why are you as timid as a rabbit."

Jiang Chi glared at him, took the half-eaten candy man confidently, and said with a stiff neck, "I, I'm just listening to it for the first time, so I'm not prepared!"

Jiang Chi and Sikong Yue sneaked out and changed into a not-so-obtrusive white bunt, looking more and more like a noble young man who was raised in some aristocratic family.

Delicate and alive and beautiful.

Looking at those clear blue eyes like a small lake, I can't wait to make people's hearts break to him.

The storyteller in the audience told half of the love story of an idiot who resents a woman, but then changed the subject and talked about the mysterious and unpredictable national teacher.

The storyteller stroked his goatee, and said to the audience with a secretive face: "Guests, do you know why the current national teacher, who even pays respect to the emperor, asks people to follow him?" Find young monks from all over the place to enter the palace to help him practice?"

He squinted his eyes, and there was a bit of ambiguous nonsense in his smile: "It is said that the destined person of the National Teacher is the reincarnation of a white fox. He is born with blue eyes and can see the past and the future. If he can practice together with the National Teacher, It can help them cultivate the real, long-lived law."

The people in the audience didn't buy the old man's account, and laughed: "A big man, what's so interesting about not going to a woman to find another big man who is dirty and smelly."

"If I can only sleep in the same bed with a man for the sake of longevity, then I would rather die under a woman's belly."

All kinds of obscene and vulgar words rolled out of the mouths of these prodigal children, making people blush and ashamed.

Jiang Chi originally thought he was calm enough, but when he suddenly heard "White Fox", he still couldn't help but shudder, subconsciously shaking his fluffy pointed ears.

It should be...just a coincidence...

He thought with luck that the sugar figurines he bit into his mouth seemed to have no taste.

Sikong Yue never thought that this storyteller would be so courageous that even the secrets in the palace would dare to be used as a storyteller's gimmick, and she looked at the face of the young man beside her with all her heart, facing the innocent little fox She winked at him with her long, curly eyelashes.

There were only the two of them sitting in this private room, the news leaked somewhere, but Jia San led someone into the private room.

"Hey, Brother Sikong, it's not interesting. You brought the little Bodhisattva out to play, why don't you let us brothers meet you?" Jia San relied on his family background and was used to lawlessness. A ruffian who thought he was handsome opened the hanging bead curtain with his fan bone.

The owner of the restaurant tremblingly stood aside and apologized: "I'm really sorry, it's just our small shop, I really can't stop it."

Sikong Yue's smiling face froze slightly, she subconsciously stood in front of Jiang Chi, and said coldly, "What are you doing here?"

When Jia San knew that Jiang Chi was used by Sikong Tu to please the man in the palace, his mind became more active.Anyway, it is for others to play, and it is not for anyone to play.

Anyway, since he was a man, even if he did that kind of thing, no one would find out.

For the past few days, Jia San can be regarded as thinking about the little beauty in the lotus pond day and night, he has always been bold and reckless, even if it is a fatal thing, as long as he can meet this little beauty, he will recognize it.

Jia San piled up a smiling face: "You don't need to be so fierce, Brother Sikong, I just heard about the name of the little Bodhisattva, and I just wanted to ask for good luck."

Sikong Yue is completely too lazy to give this person face, just by looking at his appearance, you can tell what is going on in his heart:

"Why don't you ask for auspiciousness? I didn't know that you, Jia San, also started to believe in Buddhism. I think your pink friends will cry to death if they find out."

Jiang Chi recognized this person, he was the dandy he met in the lotus pond that day, and he said that he wanted to talk about some Buddhist scriptures he didn't understand.

I don't know why, but I always feel that this person's eyes on me are weird, like... the eyes of some kind of beast looking at its prey.The benevolent people I met in Liuli Temple in the past all had peaceful and benevolent faces, and they never seemed like they were going to pounce on him and eat him alive.

He was very uncomfortable, grabbed Sikong Yue's sleeve, and hid behind Sikong Yue.

Only half of his small face with brows and eyes was exposed.

Frowning vigilantly, he looked at the uninvited guest.

I don't know what medicine is sold in Jia Yun's gourd, he just put a pot of wine on the table with a smile on his fingertips: "Don't look at me like that, little Bodhisattva, as if I want to eat you, I am here this time just to treat the little Bodhisattva to a drink."

"Jia San, you've lost your head and asked the monks to drink." His movements were too obvious, and Sikong Yue sneered, "Is that what you ask for auspiciousness?"

Jia San shook his head, said with a light smile: "Brother Sikong misunderstood me, but brother Sikong can guess, why do I know you are here?"

Sikong Yue suddenly thought of something, and there seemed to be a layer of cold frost on her eyelashes.

Sikong Tu must have known that he ran away with Jiang Chi, and he might have sent someone to arrest them by this time.

Jia Yun was still smiling, but the more she looked at her, she always felt that something was wrong with her: "You can guess why I know you are here."

Before he finished speaking, a few tall and burly men rushed in behind him. They were dressed like other ordinary guests who came to the restaurant. Just looking at the saber at the waist and the slightly bulging temples, you can see that they are all practitioners. son.

"Young Master, Master invites you and the little Bodhisattva to go back. Please don't make things difficult for us." The leader was a familiar face and one of Sikong Tu's confidantes.

Jiang Chi hid behind Sikong Tu, shaking his ears in confusion, and secretly said to the system: "No way, it's scary to send out such a team just to play."

"Like a fugitive." He complained in his heart.

Sikong Yue didn't intend to catch him without a fight, since he decided to take Jiang Chi out of the sea of ​​suffering, so that he wouldn't be played by those weird things in the palace, he was ready to fight against Sikong Tu.

The boy in red raised his foot and kicked over the table, and rushed towards Jia San who was in the way with the cups and bowls on the table. The man who had spoken earlier brought several other people to wrestle with Sikong Yue.

Jia Yun is a soft-boned person, seeing Sikong Yue's softness and reluctance to eat, he was cowardly, laying on the ground to hide from the flying porcelain, and the boss was so frightened that his legs trembled and he could only count his losses with heartache.

Jiang Chi was confused, he didn't know why Sikong Yue fought with these people, but... he believed that Sikong Yue must be right.

A broken chair leg flew over from nowhere, Jiang Chi quickly turned his face to avoid the sneak attack, and leaned his back against the railing behind him.

Looking down, you can see the moving heads and the still beautiful stage.

If you fall down, you will lose half your life if you don't die.

Jiang Chi suddenly felt a tightness in his ankle, he was dumbfounded and lowered his head to see the playboy Jia San who was able to fry ten catties of oil with a wicked smile.

"Little Bodhisattva, you smell so fragrant."

Jiang Chi was stunned.

How could this person... be so wretched.

He tried to break free from his ankle, but the man went ahead and grabbed Jiang Chi's wrist.

He stood up as if he wanted to hug this little Bodhisattva who was as beautiful as a porcelain doll. Jiang Chi resisted and lifted his foot and kicked him under him, leaning his back against the railing, and he was thrown into the air by the inertia of being kicked forward.

Sikong Yue's expression changed: "Xiao Chi!"

The little fox blinked, as if he hadn't figured out what was going on, his whole body was like a floating cloud, flipping down from the railing lightly.

It's over, I'm really going to die now.

he thinks.

Jiang Chi closed his eyes subconsciously, and the sharp wind whistled past his ears, but the severe pain he expected did not come.

He fell into an embrace that smelled of light incense.

The little fox blinked blankly, and met a pair of black eyes.

Jiang Chi suspected that his eyes were dazzled, otherwise how could he see the golden snake-like flash in those pitch-black eyeballs for an instant.

"It's all right, little Bodhisattva." The man wore a golden mask, only showing his sharp thin lips, but his tone was gentle, as if he had known him for a long time.

When looking into those eyes, Jiang Chi felt inexplicably flustered that his soul was being seen through.

Jiang Chi realized that he had been in his arms for a long time, his face flushed, and he stammered to get out of the man's arms: "No, it's fine, thank you."

The man should look like an aristocrat, with expensive silk and satin robes, a big man that a poor fox like Jiang Chi can't afford to mess with.

Maybe a killer.

The little fox thought seriously.

"Why is the killer a big shot?" The system grabbed the little fox's hair.

Being safely placed on the ground, Jiang Chi finally breathed a sigh of relief, and when he was about to thank him again, he looked up and found that the man had disappeared.

Eh?

The little fox was dumbfounded.

Go so fast.

And... why did he call me Little Bodhisattva?