[Monsterized Cat] Daoist Priest is also hunting monsters today

I don't know what Xie Chen's memories have been replaced with. Ever since he came out of Huihunxiang's house, he has been hiding from the drug seller. Even when he had to talk to the other party, he dared not look directly at the drug seller. Lang's face, even if he accidentally looked at each other, he would turn red with embarrassment, find various excuses and leave quickly, without giving the drug seller any chance to talk to him.

For example, this time, the two of them came to a small town again and chose to rest in a hotel. Since the incident of Returning Soul Incense, they were no longer roommates in the same room. One becomes two.Xie Chen rushed into one of the rooms as soon as he settled down, and said that he was tired and wanted to rest, so why did the pharmacist who wanted to talk to him refuse to come out of the door.

The drug seller felt that Xie Chen was close to asking him to separate from him and walk alone.

Going back to his room alone, the drug seller took out his demon-dispelling sword from the medicine box and fumbled it carefully in his hand.

"I really want to know what kind of memory you changed for him." He stared at the little ghost face on the hilt of the sword, his tone quite indifferent.

Although he has lived for a long time and is proficient in many strange ways and tricks, he is extremely bad at memory matters. Although he borrowed the power of the demon sword to tamper with the other party's memory, those memories of Xie Chen were actually changed into What it is, probably only he himself and the demon-repelling sword in his hand know.

The drug seller himself doesn't like to probe other people's memories at will, but now that the relationship between them has become like this, he must know what kind of memory the Demon Sword has replaced for Xie Chen.

As if feeling the emotion expressed by the medicine seller, the ghost face on the Demon Expelling Sword opened its mouth wide, and the surrounding scenes were suddenly frozen, and they collapsed one after another, turning into a blank world full of various black runes.

Black-skinned and white-haired, representing the other side of the pharmacist, the Exorcist Sword Spirit was dressed in a golden robe and knelt in front of the pharmacist.

"It's nothing, a special memory." His sword spirit said, his voice and tone were exactly the same as when the drug seller usually communicated with ordinary people, indifferent and indifferent.

"Really? He has been avoiding me these days. "

The demon sword spirit said that he definitely heard a hint of grievance from the master's indifferent voice.

Knowing what the other party meant by saying this, he wanted to get his own explanation, so Jian Ling looked at his master and said solemnly. "...You guys are progressing too slowly, I just pushed."

After the drug seller finished listening, he was strangely silent for a moment, and he said to his sword spirit with complex emotions in his eyes.

"Show me the memories you replaced."

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panting, scorching, red waves

The white-clothed and black-haired Taoist was completely different from the usual indifferent appearance of an exiled immortal. His face was flushed, his eyes were blurred, and there was a lot of alcohol smelling all over his body, which made him look like he was drunk. His white upper body was exposed from his waist.Although Xie Chen usually looks thin and weak, he is a martial arts practitioner after all, and he has a lot of muscles that should be on his body.

The drug seller who entered the realm of memory just stared straight at the other party, sizing up every inch of his body, until he covered the person who appeared under him at some point, and began to demand it.

The medicine seller frowned and moved forward, the second he saw the familiar face of the man under the other party, the Exorcist Sword Spirit took him away from there.

The drug seller who returned to reality stared blankly at the demon-repelling sword in his hand, thinking about what he saw before, and silently exhaled cold air at the sword in his hand.

It's okay to imagine that the owner is a shou? !

Time to break this 40 meter long knife :)

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Xie Chen has been avoiding the drug dealer these days because of this memory problem.

Having been a vegetarian for a hundred years, the first time I can remember eating meat was when I was drunk, I gave it to my colleagues, although on the surface it seems that the drug seller didn't have any bad influence because of his actions.But seeing that the other party was treated like this by him or treated him with the same attitude as before, Xie Chen felt that he had no face to him at all.

As a very upright and upright young man (?) from the Tang Dynasty who received a good education from everyone in the Central Plains, Xie Chen felt that he could no longer hide like this. No matter how he said it was his own fault, what did he do by hiding from others like a wronged little daughter-in-law? After all, they are the victims, and I have to be responsible to them no matter what I say.

So after a few days of thinking, he came to the door of the drug seller. Just as he was hesitating what to say when he went in at the door of the other party, the door in front of him was opened, and the drug seller stood in front of him, indifferently. opened the mouth.

"Think about it? Don't hide from me?"

When Xie Chen heard the other party's words, his tense face turned red for a moment, he coughed lightly, and responded with his eyes fixed on the top of the drug seller's head.

"Sorry... I won't hide anymore."

He thought for a moment, his eyes moved from the top of the drug seller's head to his strange face with an unknown smile, and he spoke again with an extremely serious expression.

"I will be responsible, so please be my love."

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"So you are together like this?" Qing Xingdeng lay on his side on his long lamp, and after hearing the other party's understatement about the two being together, the corner of his mouth twitched.

It has been three months since the two of them confirmed their relationship, and they are asking Qing Xingdeng for news because of a monster.

As the master of Hundred Stories, besides collecting all kinds of strange stories, Qing Xingdeng also likes to collect a lot of information and gossip. As early as in Ping An Jing, Xie Chen often exchanged information with her with stories of various strange powers and gods that he experienced during his travels. , and the drug seller is Qing Xingdeng who he didn't know when he met, and Xie Chen also exchanged information with Qing Xingdeng using strange talks as a bargaining chip. Both of them are now Qing Xingdeng's regular customers.

But this time Qing Xingdeng seemed to be more interested in the affairs between the two of them. She didn't accept the strange talk she brought, but wanted to listen to Xie Chen's gossip between the two of them.

"There is nothing more interesting after that? Did you do anything that day after confirming the relationship?" Qing Xingdeng continued to ask a little bit unwillingly.

"The rest is privacy, so it's inconvenient to talk about it." The drug seller smiled when he heard the words, and while answering Qing Xingdeng's question, he patted Xie Chen's shoulder, reassuring him who obviously remembered something because of Qing Xingdeng's question. Daoist Xie with a distorted expression.

"Tsk, well, I'll let you two go for the sake of being an old customer." Seeing this, Qing Xingdeng shrugged her shoulders, put away her excess curiosity, and jumped lightly from her long lamp He stepped down and spread his left hand towards the two of them.

A ray of ghostly flame in the soul-absorbing lamp was slowly burning in her hand at the moment, and she handed the small blue candle to the drug seller.

"Here, its story is all here."

The Lord of Hundred Stories revealed a corner of the story in front of them.

The author has something to say: OK, long live they are together, next I have a 20.00% possibility to stop for another day, I have to think about whose story to write next