The poor monk who wears books will not go to hell

When He Jilin woke up, before he opened his eyes, he could smell a burst of fragrance around him, and there was also the sound of insects.

"Open your eyes when you wake up." He heard Lu Qiuming whisper in his ear.

"Let go." At this moment, his whole body was limp and weak, and Lu Qiuming hugged him completely in his arms, with his head still resting on the hollow of his shoulder.

Lu Qiuming laughed in a low voice, and the vibration in his chest was transmitted directly. He was very ashamed and annoyed, Lu Qiuming was deceiving too much!

"After my mother pushed me into the demon world, there was a time when I hated her." Lu Qiuming did not let go of He Jilin, and continued to speak calmly, "I hate why she left me alone in the demon world. I hate her why she didn't let me, a monster, die with her, I even hate her, why did she have to be so shameless with a monster... and give birth to me."

He Jilin struggled to no avail, so he simply calmed down and listened to him.

Lu Qiuming stopped talking about his mother, but instead asked: "What do you think of the scenery here?"

He Jilin raised his eyes and scanned where he could see, and said, "Not bad." The flowers here are blooming and the grass is luxuriant, which is naturally beautiful.

"Hehe," Lu Qiuming laughed lowly, "Are you surprised?"

He Jilin: ...Do you dare to surprise me by making me dizzy?

He remained silent.

Lu Qiuming didn't care, and continued: "When I was young, my mother took me here, she liked it very much, so I built the magic palace here."

He Jilin remained silent.

"My mother was originally the youngest disciple of Piaoxiu Pavilion's generation. She was very naive and thought that everyone was good, but she never expected to be harmed by Lin Jingzhi." Lu Qiuming's voice was still very calm, as if to tell things that have nothing to do with you.

When he said this, he stretched out his hand to caress He Jilin's cheek, raised his head slightly, looked into his eyes and said: "Jealousy is really a terrible thing, it can make people lose their minds, and do things that are harmful and harmful." My own business. Lin Jingzhi is like this, I am afraid, I will also become like this."

He Jilin looked back at him indifferently.

"Monk, you understand, right?" Lu Qiuming gently kneaded his earlobe with his hands, and He Jilin got goosebumps all over his body, he didn't want to understand!

"Because of jealousy, Lin Jingzhi used my mother to push her into the abyss after she discovered the demon clan. The demon was in estrus at that time..."

When Lu Qiuming said this, He Jilin fully understood the reason.

"It was only after I returned to the human world that I slowly investigated it. You also know what happened next. My mother and I are naturally incompatible. Pavilion Master Chu pleaded for my mother at the beginning, but it was useless in the end."

He Jilin didn't understand why Lu Qiuming said this to him, but the important thing is that his earlobe was about to be pinched off by him!

"open."

Lu Qiuming stopped what he was doing, laughed softly, and said: "After I entered the demon world, I gradually understood a truth, what you want to get, you have to fight for it yourself, monk, what do you think?"

He Jilin lowered his eyes and said: "The obsession is too deep, how can I become a fairy?"

Lu Qiuming didn't take it seriously, "So what if you don't become a fairy?" He took He Jilin's long and slender hand, placed it in the palm to play with it carefully, and said, "Do you want to become a Buddha?"

He Jilin: No, as long as he can live now, how can he expect to become a Buddha?

"Let go." Seeing his hand being played with like that by the other party, he felt very strange in his heart.

"This is the third time you have said these two words." Lu Qiuming let go of his hand, bowed his head and approached him, and asked with a smile, "You hate me that much?"

The distance between the two was only a few centimeters, He Jilin widened his eyes slightly, looked at Lu Qiuming's enlarged handsome face, felt his warm breath falling on his face, and felt extremely uncomfortable.

"It's not that I hate it, but that I don't like it." He looked straight into Lu Qiuming's deep pool-like eyes, and said firmly.

Lu Qiuming looked at him for a few seconds, then Shu Er put him on the grass, put his hands under his head, sat obliquely beside him and looked down at him, "Do you not like men, or do you just not like me?"

He Jilin said honestly, "I don't even like it."

Lu Qiuming paused, his expression unchanged, "Then it's a waste of my help." He put his hand on He Jilin's waist, "When you were in the demon world, did you know that you almost met Yingying?" Did Luan go to Wushan together?"

He Jilin's thoughts changed suddenly, and he suddenly wanted to understand why he fell asleep that night, and also understood the strange look Lu Qiuming looked at him the next day.

Lu Qiuming saw that his expression was a little dazed, and asked with a smile: "Remember? If it wasn't for me, you might have enjoyed it long ago..."

"The poor monk is a monk. Luqiu benefactor, please be careful with your words and respect yourself." Although He Jilin looked calm, his heart was full of turmoil: What is the protagonist doing with that hand?Untie his belt?It felt terrible.

Lu Qiuming smiled lowly, "What are you afraid of? I just want to help you review what happened that night." He helped him fasten his belt again, "Can you still get up?"

He Jilin: Don't you know?What else?

Seeing him lying there silently, Lu Qiuming asked, "Do you need me to help you?"

He Jilin called Chunwu with his spiritual sense, but unfortunately Chunwu didn't respond at all, and Lu Qiuming looked at him in a very unpredictable way.

He Jilin called a few more times, suddenly seemed to think of something, looked at Lu Qiuming, saw his half-smile expression, and instantly understood that Chun Wu couldn't count on him.

"If you don't need my help, you will stay here for a long time."

He Jilin closed his eyes, he would rather stay here, the environment is quite pleasant anyway.

Lu Qiuming laughed, he had no choice but to meet such a stubborn monk, why would he be reluctant?

He Jilin originally thought that Lu Qiuming would pat his ass and leave, but unexpectedly he leaned over and hugged him. He Jilin felt himself soaring into the air and being embraced by him, and instantly felt uncomfortable all over his body .

"It's just a little less hair, why is it so light?" Lu Qiuming muttered.

He Jilin: Does this have anything to do with hair?Immortal cultivators discard all grains and absorb spiritual energy every day, how heavy can their bodies be?Didn't you see that those monks were all slender?

Lu Qiuming hugged him all the way, but luckily he didn't meet anyone else on the way, He Jilin breathed a sigh of relief, but before the breath was over, he was taken to his own residence by Lu Qiuming.

Lu Qiuming entered the room, put him on Wen Yu's bed, and said, "You can try to practice on it."

He Jilin looked at him suspiciously.

"It will help improve your cultivation." Lu Qiuming released the restraint on him, and said in a seductive tone, "You might as well try."

Just try it!

He Jilin got up and sat cross-legged on it, closed his eyes, calmed down, mobilized the magic power in his body, and slowly started to work.

Lu Qiuming couldn't help sighing in his heart: Monk, don't you realize that you trust me so much?

Gradually, He Jilin really felt something strange, the mana in his body was running at least twice as fast as before!It's no wonder that Lu Qiuming has already reached the level of the demon king at a young age. Sure enough, the protagonists are all lucky!

He couldn't help but immerse himself in cultivation and couldn't extricate himself.

Lu Qiuming also lay down himself, folded his hands behind his head, and quietly stared at He Jilin who was practicing.

This monk is small-minded, has a bad personality, and often sings against himself, and has no hair on his head. Apart from his handsome face, there seems to be nothing special about him, right?But why do I feel more and more satisfied the more I look at it?

He is dignified and dignified during cultivation, with a faint golden light shining all over his body, his whole body appears calm and peaceful, and he is handsome beyond the dust. How can such a person not make people happy?

He Jilin ran for a few days, and ended his practice with great reluctance. When he opened his eyes, he saw Lu Qiuming looking at him quietly. He couldn't help but turned his head and wanted to get up and said, "Thank you Luqiu for the gift. The poor monk wants to go back to his room. gone."

Lu Qiuming quickly pulled him down, made him lie down on the bed, restrained him, and said, "Isn't it good to practice here?"

He Jilin: It would be very satisfying without your presence.

"External things are foreign things after all, and hard work is the way for poor monks to practice."

Lu Qiuming sneered, "Monk, I found that you can always make excuses so high-sounding, are you monks so eloquent?"

He Jilin lowered his eyes and remained silent.

"Pretend to be dumb if you can't answer?" Lu Qiuming was a little dumbfounded.

He stretched out his hand to caress He Jilin's face, caressed it slowly, and suddenly said heavily: "Monk, I don't want to ruin you, but I also don't want you to be too far away from me, just by my side, okay?"

He Jilin could only remain silent.

"I understand that you monks keep yourselves clean, and I don't force you, as long as you can accompany me." Lu Qiuming himself also pays more attention to cultivation, and has never had sex with others, so he doesn't care about that kind of thing. Not too heavy.

He Jilin thinks this is okay, after all, he is now a member of Lu Qiuming's camp.

"Okay." He Jilin looked at him, "Can you let me go now?"

Lu Qiuming laughed, "You didn't understand what I meant, you stayed with me, including sleeping with me."

He Jilin's heart was overwhelmed.

When Lu Qiuming saw that he was silent again, he moved closer to him, touching the tip of his nose, the distance between his lips was only a page, and their breaths were entangled with each other, ambiguously, "You still don't want to?"

When he spoke, his lips almost touched He Jilin's, and He Jilin's heart was galloping. If he refused to agree, would Lu Qiuming be forced to do so?

"Hmm." He made a sound from his throat, not daring to move his lips.

Lu Qiuming obviously understood his thoughts, and did not intend to let him go, "You mean 'hmm' because you don't want to?"

It was only then that He Jilin noticed the trap of his previous question, so he had no choice but to say: "Wish." In a daze, his lips seemed to have touched the warmth of the other party, but it seemed that he didn't.

Lu Qiuming left him for a while, and then he said with satisfaction: "Monks don't tell lies."

"Yeah." He Jilin comforted himself, but if they slept together, it was considered a friendship in the university room, so he didn't have to worry too much about it.

Lu Qiuming released the restraints on him, lay down again, closed his eyes and said: "I forgot to tell you, here, you can practice while lying down, if you don't believe me, try it."

He Jilin was skeptical, and really mobilized his mana to try to run it, but found that it didn't seem to be so smooth, so he couldn't help looking at Lu Qiuming in doubt, but saw that he was looking at him and smiling, and his eyes seemed to reveal the message "you are so stupid" .

He Jilin: If he believes in Lu Qiuming's words again, he will immediately practice closed-mouth meditation!