Aoyama sees me as I should

For a moment, Ji Qingbai thought that Tanzhang didn't drink the bowl of Mengpo soup in the Palace of the King of Hades.

He was so startled that he was at a loss for a moment, and looked down at the little man in his arms, who was half leaning in his arms, his face was very close, his lips had just touched his earlobe, and he couldn't bear to look at him even if he took another look. .

The corners of Tan Zhang's eyes were a little red, looking at him like spring water.

Ji Qingbai felt that he was thinking too much, all living beings are equal in the palace of the king of hell, no one should miss that bowl of Mengpo soup.

Besides, Tanzhang had suffered so many years in his last life, so he didn't know if he could meet again in this life. For the sake of a dream of a goddess, why would Tanzhang bother to remember his two lifetimes?

Except for the hole in his left ear, Ji Qingbai still has the arrow wound on his chest from the arrow shot by Tanzhang in his previous life. He occasionally wants to go to the Palace of the King of Hell to ask for a bowl of soup, wondering if it would be useful for the gods to drink it.

Seeing that the abbot didn't speak, Mr. Xiao Lang lay in his arms and couldn't get up.

Although he has a leg problem, Tan Zhang's figure is not weak, his muscles and bones are straight and lean, and Ji Qingbai was caught by his wrist, but he couldn't break free for a while.

"Young Lord." Ji Qingbai's nose was sweating, and he said reluctantly, "This is against the rules..."

Tan Zhang didn't speak, suddenly put one arm around Ji Qingbai's waist, and the other hand pinched the back of his neck.

This place has always been Ji Qingbai's Qicun, the abbot shook his hand, and the teacup fell to the ground, and it was broken into pieces.

Half of Ji Qingbai's body was pressed on Tanzhang's lap, and the two of them were in the same wheelchair posture, but Ji Qingbai dared not sit down.

The abbot's cassock was also in disarray, his earlobes were red enough to drip blood, and Tan Zhang's palm slowly rubbed his slender neck. It can be pinched so accurately every time.

"Young Lord." Ji Qingbai said anxiously, "The poor monk is a monk..."

Tan Zhang's palm was hot, he seemed to have heard some joke, and his voice was hoarse: "Abbot, I never respect gods and Buddhas."

Ji Qingbai froze, thinking that he was really confused, Tanzhang himself is boundless, so there is no need to be afraid of this world, but Ji Qingbai doesn't quite understand why the two of them got entangled again in an inexplicable place in this life, could it be because he happened to be Saved Tanzhang...

"Have you taken the antidote to long-lasting love poison today?" Ji Qingbai suddenly remembered, counting the days, it's time to take the second pill. It's a long-term poisonous hair, I didn't realize it myself.

Tan Zhang frowned, his expression became gloomy again, he gritted his teeth, and said forcefully: "I didn't bring the medicine with me."

"This poison is extremely fierce. Once the poison occurs, Mr. Xiaolang will have sex with men." Ji Qingbai complained softly with a look of urgency, "Mr. Xiaolang should not be negligent."

Tan Zhang squeezed the abbot's hand tightly, pinched it lightly, his lips and brows were filled with lust, and begged him: "The abbot will save me..."

Ji Qingbai smiled and nodded: "Young Lord, don't worry, I'll take the medicine with me!"

Tan Zhang: "..."

Ji Qingbai was busy up and down again, serving Tanzhang to eat the antidote, Mr. Xiaolang probably suffered from the poison, his face was blue and white, and even his eye circles were red, he stared at Ji Qingbai silently.

Ji Qingbai felt sorry for him, thinking that Tanzhang was suffering from lust, and felt humiliated, so he could only squat down, kneel beside his wheelchair, and comforted him in a low voice: "Don't worry, Mr. Xiaolang, the poor monk is a monk, and he will not despise you. .”

Tan Zhang closed his eyes, angrily not wanting to look at him.

Ji Qingbai didn't know where he said the wrong thing, thought for a while, and said: "Besides, the poor monk is so old..." He laughed at himself, looked up at Tan Zhang's beautiful young face, and said softly with bitterness in his mouth , "I am determined not to have any unbearable thoughts about you, and tarnish the reputation of Xiao Langjun's innocence and integrity."

The more Tan Zhang heard it, the more shameful he became, and he laughed angrily. He was so angry that he was very calm, his eyes fell on Ji Qingbai's face, and he said coldly: "The character of the abbot is really Gao Songmingyue, but you should know that I am not What a nice guy."

Ji Qingbai was taken aback for a moment, not knowing what he meant.

Tan Zhang: "As long as you have this antidote for long-term love in your hand, I will be controlled by you for a day. How do you know that I will feel at ease?"

Ji Qingbai's palms were sweating, and he realized how he had forgotten, how could there be any good roots in the spiritual platform in Wuliangdu, so he didn't have to suppress the evil thoughts of the six realms that had accumulated for thousands of years.

Just like in his previous life, Tan Zhang is a ghost now!

Seeing Ji Qingbai's pale face and frightened expression, Mr. Xiao Lang felt joyful and sweet. He licked his lips, lowered his head and approached the abbot's face, and gently rubbed the tip of his nose, like whispering love words: "You say, I Should I kill you now?"

Ji Qingbai: "..."

Tan Zhang straightened up, he was sitting on the wheelchair, with his hands neatly placed, looked down at Ji Qingbai from above, and smiled lightly: "Abbot, let's talk about this scripture tomorrow."

The author says:

I finally wrote about the kind of obsessive-compulsive love that I want to knock the most

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