He's super fierce and super cute [Quick Transmigration]

"Go to sleep."

Wuji hugged Qingxuan's waist and gently kissed him on the lips.

Dimly, Qingxuan felt a fiery gaze staring at him, and there was a soft touch on his lips, with a little unknown fragrance. Probe hard.

Lips and tongues intertwined, attacking the city and conquering the territory.

Unexpectedly, Qingxuan's move made Wuji stunned.

Qingxuan, who was sleeping, was actively kissing him, Wuji closed his eyes, his body went limp, and let the tip of his tongue lick every corner of his mouth inch by inch.

After the kiss, Qingxuan lay peacefully in Wuji's arms.

Wuji held his head and stared at his picturesque eyebrows all night.

"Qingxuan, do you also... like me a little?"

This question is destined not to be answered, Wuji's lips evoked a shallow smile, his thin lips were slightly red and swollen, and there were water stains on his lips, which was alluring.

The next day, the smell of the fragrance in the house dissipated, and there was no smell at all.

Qingxuan opened his eyes and found that he was sitting cross-legged on the futon, and Dahei was lying on his lap and snoring.

Qingxuan frowned, he just fell asleep like this last night?

Qingxuan vaguely felt that something was wrong, how could he fall asleep?

He called Zimo and asked about what happened last night, but Zimo looked blank, as if he didn't know anything.

Qingxuan waved his hand and gave up.

Wuji also woke up without knowing it. In fact, he was awake all the time. When he observed that Qingxuan didn't notice anything wrong, Wuji was obviously relieved.

He stepped forward with short legs and rubbed Qingxuan's calf.

Qingxuan was a little itchy from being rubbed by him, reached out to hug him, and said: "Little changeable thing." He obviously refused to talk to him some time ago.

Buddhist hall.

Qingxuan stood under the golden Buddha statue and ordered all the monks in the Great Chan Temple to be called over.

Now that the presiding officer is dead, only Qingxuan is left in the Great Chan Temple who can be in charge.

The monks of the Great Zen Temple were convinced of Qingxuan, they stood obediently in the Buddhist hall, waiting for Qingxuan to speak.

"On the day the host died, did you see Wuji?"

"Back to Master, on the day the host died, we saw Wuji standing in the host's room and stealing the host's relic! The death of the host must have something to do with that demon!"

The little monks spoke indignantly.

"How could Wuji appear in the Great Zen Temple?" Qingxuan's eyes were cold.

The monks looked at each other, but they didn't know how to answer this question. After a long while, a young monk stepped forward and said with hope and hope: "It is rumored that Wuji is dead, but in fact Wuji is not dead. Ri may be hiding in our Great Zen Temple...or not necessarily..."

"Nonsense! If Wuji is really in the Great Chan Temple, how could Master Qingxuan not recognize him?" Dang even some monks retorted.

Wuji stretched out his small claws and scratched his head, thinking that he had sealed his cultivation base and memory at the beginning, let alone Qingxuan, if Brahma didn't know his body, he might not be able to recognize him.

In the solemn Buddhist hall, the atmosphere was depressed for a while.

"That Wuji is extremely cunning, who knows what method he used, maybe he is by our side now!"

Qingxuan raised his eyes and looked at the monk who spoke. It was Shanhe, the closed disciple accepted by the presiding officer.

"Uncle Master, this matter is no small matter, I think we should immediately seal off the Great Chan Temple and conduct a thorough investigation." Shan He said.

"Wuji eight days ago, after taking away the presiding relic, I returned to Tianzhu Cliff." Qingxuan's tone was light, as if he didn't think that Wuji was still in the Great Zen Temple, but after a while, he changed the subject and said again : "However, it is indeed necessary to thoroughly investigate the Great Chan Temple."

"Uncle, there is one more thing. Now that the master has gone, the dragons in the Great Chan Temple have no leader. I implore you to come out and preside over the overall situation!"

Shan He knelt on the ground with a sincere attitude.

Wuji thought that Qingxuan would agree, after all, as long as he became the abbot of the Great Zen Temple, he could mobilize the disciples of the Great Zen Temple to encircle and suppress the Demon Sect together.

Unexpectedly, Qingxuan shook his head, stepped forward to help Shanhe up, and said: "Shanhe, when senior brother was here, he taught you carefully. You are his only disciple. Whether it is for you or Dachan Temple, Dazeng It is the most appropriate way to hand over the Zen Temple to you."

Kind and full of shock.

"Uncle, I, I am still young, for the time being..."

Qingxuan didn't wait for him to finish speaking, but said: "Brother, when he took over the Dachan Temple, he was also your age."

After a while, Shanhe kowtowed heavily at Qingxuan.

"Shanhe understands."

Seeing this, Qingxuan nodded, and said: "But kindness, you need to keep in mind that when the senior brother is here, he has no intention of participating in the battle of righteousness and evil, and the external disturbances have nothing to do with the Dachan Temple, so even if the senior brother goes, you must not let it go." The Great Zen Temple was disturbed by the flames of war outside."

"But uncle, the death of the host is obviously inseparable from that Wuji."

Qingxuan let out a heavy breath, "Shanhe, from the moment you take over the Great Chan Temple, you must abandon your selfishness and focus on the overall situation."

"I will investigate the host's death."

After Qingxuan finished speaking, he turned and left.

Although Shan He didn't dare, he could only lower his face and said: "Nephew understands."

Wuji felt extremely depressed about everything that happened in the Buddhist hall. He squatted on Qingxuan's shoulder, did not speak, and left the Buddhist hall with Qingxuan.

In fact, the host died suddenly only because the deadline was approaching, but even if he told the truth, few people would believe it.

At noon, Dahei was lying in the yard basking in the sun, when suddenly a little novice came running in with a puff.

The little novice saw Dahei and greeted him, "Dahei, where is your master?"

Dahei yawned, and Little Claw pointed to the room.

The little novice came forward and said to him: "Master Shanhe ordered me to bring the water of manifestation. After a while, you and the master must remember to drink it? Everyone in the great Zen temple must drink it."

Appear water?

Wuji's heart skipped a beat.

"Sigh, this manifest water is precious. I heard that it was acquired at a great price. Every drop is precious."

"Who is outside?" Qingxuan's voice came from inside the monk's house.

Hearing this, the little novice, with a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth, walked in fawningly holding the Appearing Water, "Master, the younger one is here to deliver the Appearing Water."

Qingxuan nodded and said, "Let it go."

"Master, Master Shanhe ordered me to stare at you and drink before leaving."

Qingxuan had no objection, he waved at Dahei at the door, and said, "Come here."

Now Wuji has two choices, one is to run, the other is to go in and drink the manifest water obediently.

It's just that whether it can suppress the medicinal effect of the Appearance Water is still unknown.

Wuji hesitated for a while, but chose to go there. After two glasses of water, Qingxuan happily picked up one and drank it himself, and handed the other to Dahei.

Wuji gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and licked the manifest water clean.

Now the Dachan Temple is completely sealed off, not even a fly can fly out. If it turns around and runs away, it will attract suspicion for no reason.

Seeing this, the little novice bowed to Qingxuan and said, "Master, if there is nothing wrong with it, I will go back and report back."

Qing Xuan nodded.

After the little novice left, Qingxuan picked up Dahei and put him on the small stool on the desk. Qingxuan looked at Dahei while reading the scriptures.

After confirming that Dahei was fine, Qingxuan withdrew his eyes.

On the surface, Dahei seemed to be nonchalant, but in fact he was gritting his teeth and holding on, desperately suppressing the effect of the medicine with his inner self.

After finally staying until nightfall, this night, Qingxuan has recovered to normal, as if he has walked out of the death of the host, Dahei dare not give him any more incense for fear of attracting his attention, and wait until Qingxuan falls asleep.

Wuji couldn't bear it anymore, a white light flashed on the bed, Wuji panted heavily and changed back.

His eyes fell wantonly on Qingxuan.

He knew that he should leave immediately, otherwise Qingxuan would wake up at any time.

But the moment he got up, there was a malicious look in his eyes.

He thought he liked this person, and since he liked him, he wanted to get it.

No matter how much Qingxuan hated Mozong, he would take him as his own.

A golden needle seals Qingxuan's acupuncture points to ensure that Qingxuan will not wake up.

Wuji straddled him, the loose clothes on his shoulders slowly slipped off, lowered his head, and tightly blocked Qingxuan's lips.

Warm, grassy lips, the taste is really good.

He stretched out his hand, touched Qingxuan's chest, slowly slid it down, and finally landed on his waist. With a movement of his fingertips, the belt tied with the inner garment slipped off instantly, revealing a large area of ​​Qingxuan's fair skin.

Just when Wuji wanted to go further, Qingxuan suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist.

He slowly opened his eyes, with disappointment and disbelief in his eyes.

"Big black……"

There was a slight tremor in the voice.

Wuji was stunned, "Why did you wake up?"

Qingxuan smiled bitterly, "Yes, the Venerable sealed my acupoints, how could I wake up? How I wish I was fainted now? Dahei, or you should be called Wuji."

Wuji panted heavily, and he felt the body below him also heat up.

Wuji lowered his eyes, and at that moment he had a sense of tranquil beauty, if his eyes were not so full of plunder, this should be a very beautiful picture.

"I like you." Wuji said.

He expressed his heart to Qingxuan, even though Qingxuan would not accept him.

The days of being a cat are always boring and boring, and he is not willing to just be a cat by his side.

At this moment, Qingxuan's gaze on him was cold, and Wuji knew that if nothing else happened, he should have been rejected.

He said: "The host still has a relic in my hand, do you want it?"

His other hand touched Qingxuan's cheek slightly trembling, with a sad tone in his tone, "If you want, just do it with me once."

Qingxuan closed his eyes, and Dahei suddenly changed from a cat to the frightening Venerable Promise, which made him at a loss.

From the very beginning, when he noticed the aura of Wuji on the cat, he should have stayed away from the cat, but it was too late, everything was too late, from the beginning there was no big black, only the Venerable Wuji.

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