Quick Travel: Passing Through the Bloody World

Teng Shenyi was stunned for a while, then slowly sat up and sorted out his thoughts.

In the moonlight, he could clearly see the outline of his palm.

Teng Shenyi subconsciously stood up and walked towards the bronze mirror. Only when he saw the face in the bronze mirror did his pounding heart gradually calm down.

The person in the bronze mirror has black hair, fair skin, and curved eyebrows that seem to carry a romantic look. The most wonderful thing is the red mole under the right eye, which adds to her beauty as her expression changes.

It was his face, yes, but it was not his body.

Because his soul was inside the fox, the fox looked basically the same as his original form after transformation, except for an extra red mole. Ling Ran's young arrogance had a bit more of a sense of a romantic gentleman.

It makes people feel that he is a passionate young man.

Teng Shenyi stared at his face in the mirror and felt that with so many red moles, his face looked like it was almost as if the words "he is a vixen" were engraved on his forehead.

The night wind blew through the window, and a cool breeze spread. Teng Shenyi realized belatedly that he seemed to be still naked.

Teng Shenyi's face flushed and he subconsciously turned his head to look at the Buddhist disciple who was sleeping peacefully at the desk.

Pei Yu rested his head on his arm, sleeping soundly, the cold moonlight casting a silver glow on him.

Her white clothes were as white as snow, with Buddhist beads around her neck, and when she wasn't smiling, she looked cool and otherworldly.

Teng Shenyi grabbed the cassock that Pei Yu had placed aside and put it on, then walked barefoot on the ground and carefully walked towards the defenseless Buddhist disciple.

Teng Shenyi held his cassock in one hand, squatted beside Pei Yu, and carefully sketched his facial features from a close distance.

Because they were so close, Teng Shenyi felt that the faint fragrance from Pei Yu's body was getting into his nose even more.

I don’t know what kind of incense this monk uses.

It smells pretty good too.

While Teng Shenyi was thinking, his body had unconsciously moved closer. When he came to his senses, his lips were almost touching Pei Yu's earlobe, whispering and rubbing against him like the monster in the storybook that seduced the holy monk.

The closer you get, the more distinct the scent becomes.

Teng Shenyi held his breath, afraid that the hot air he exhaled would wake up the sleeping Buddhist.

Maybe it's because this body is the transformed form of a fox, or maybe it's because the moon is exceptionally bright tonight.

He could even see a faint blood color on the edge of the earlobe.

Teng Shenyi's Adam's apple rolled twice, and he heard the sound of himself swallowing saliva in a very unpromising way.

As his face felt hot, he couldn't help but glance sideways at Pei Yu.

It would have been fine if he hadn't turned his head, but once he turned his head, their breathing became entangled and the ambiguity increased suddenly.

Teng Shenyi's lips brushed Pei Yu's cheek, and his pupils suddenly shrank and he froze there.

In the quiet moonlit night, the vixen could hear her own heart beating, one after another, strong and rapid.

The leaves outside the window rustled in the evening breeze, as if echoing the heartbeat of the fox.

Tell him quietly - little fox, you are attracted to this holy monk.

Are you willing to choose him to ferry you across?

There was a dark wave in Teng Shenyi's eyes, and his gaze fell on the lips of the Buddhist disciple.

A silent sigh came out of Teng Shenyi's mouth, and he touched Pei Yu's lips with his fingertips.

Teng Shenyi thought to himself, you monk should just be happy in private. He, the young Marquis Teng, is a gentleman, and he would not do such a thing to steal someone's innocence before he has kidnapped the person.

No matter what, we must find a way to make this beautiful monk return to secular life.

He is the vixen in the storybooks who can seduce the holy monk to return to secular life.

However, the next moment, he felt his waist tighten, and a hand was wrapped around his waist without him noticing.

Then Teng Shenyi heard a sleepy voice muttering something.

Teng Shenyi was so scared that he didn't dare to breathe and waited for a long time without moving.

After a while, a murmur finally reached Teng Shenyi's ears: "How much did you eat last night, you fox? You've become fat..."

Teng Shenyi: "..." You are the one who eats the most!

He gritted his teeth and stared at Pei Yu who was still sleeping.

The hand around his waist showed no intention of moving away. With this strength, Teng Shenyi had no doubt that if he moved away, Pei Yu would wake up immediately.

When Pei Yu woke up and saw Teng Shenyi, a stranger, wearing his robes and in this posture, wouldn't he have to send Teng Shenyi to the temple for salvation?

However, if he didn't move away, wouldn't he be exposed as soon as Pei Yu woke up tomorrow morning?

Why not just strangle him to death?

Teng Shenyi stared at Pei Yu's exposed neck, raised his hand and put it down again, but finally did not do anything.

Forget it. Don’t lose control of the strength and make the monk sick.

Teng Shenyi simply stared, waiting for Pei Yu to change his action.

However, as he waited, he lost consciousness without realizing it.

After Teng Shenyi fell asleep, the figure wearing the cassock suddenly disappeared, and a fox with fiery red hair appeared instead.

Pei Yu, who was originally sleeping with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and caught the fox steadily.

Pei Yu stood up and held Teng Shenyi in his arms. Feeling the heat, after Pei Yu held him in his arms, Teng Shenyi shrank back into Pei Yu's arms in response to the warmth.

Pei Yu's eyes fell on the cassock stained with moonlight that fell on the ground, and a smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

Then, the Buddhist disciple, with a gentle smile on his face, walked towards the bed holding the fox that was sleeping with its belly exposed in his arms.

The pages of the files on the desk were blown by the evening breeze, making a rustling sound.

Then the pages of the book stopped turning, and words were written on the paper where the ink had dried.

The Buddhist wrote on the paper with a brush - save him.