little demon

The crow lost his mind completely, and rushed out in a panic holding the "corpse" of the little Taoist priest to find the weasel.

At that time, the weasel was showing a girl's palm reading, and he cunningly persuaded the girl to feel his bones, and when he saw the crow's face turned stiff, he turned around and ran away to take advantage of it.

But he couldn't outrun the crow, and he was trapped by the barrier set by the crow within two steps.

The weasel said angrily: "What do you want me to do if you hurt yourself after playing for fun? Go to the doctor!"

"What kind of fun?" Crow frowned, "He kept kissing me, and when I dodged him, I bumped my head."

The weasel rolled his eyes to the sky, this is not called fun, he thought the crow was a dull and honest monster, but unexpectedly he was also a flirtatious monster, and got involved with his opponent.

Looking at the little Taoist priest who pretended to be dazed but kept sticking into the crow's clothes, he couldn't help contemptuously, no wonder Taoist priests are becoming more and more useless now, and they are all gone.

The crow was even more anxious when he saw that he didn't answer: "He is not quick-witted, will this collision completely make him stupid? Is there any spell that can replenish his mind."

Hearing this, the weasel choked hard on his own saliva, coughing and beating his chest desperately.

The little Taoist's hand in the crow's robe stopped, who?Mental insufficiency, mental insensitivity?

The crow is still sighing: "This kid has suffered a lot. He is not good at learning and was kicked out by the Taoist temple. He is stupid. The inferior weapons given to him are still used as magic weapons. Now his limbs are even more uncoordinated, alas."

Now the little Taoist fainted completely.

Weasel rolled his eyes, cleared his throat and said, "I do have a prescription, it might work."

The crow said anxiously: "Say it quickly."

Weasel's brows and eyes were curved, revealing a standard smirk: "This is a secret recipe handed down from my ancestors, so I won't spread it easily."

The crow understood the voice-over: "Whatever benefits you want, as long as I have it, just take it."

Weasel said: "I heard that Yaoshan gathers the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and it is the best place for cultivation. Look at me, a little demon from the countryside, I always want to see it."

"It's easy to say." Crow agreed.

"No problem?" Weasel asked uncertainly.

"That's all right," said the crow.

The monsters on Yaoshan Mountain are bored to death, looking forward to new monsters coming to play every day, and it would be great to have one more weasel.

While the weasel was overjoyed, he did not forget to continue fooling around: "This secret recipe uses yellow lotus as a medicine, and adds thirteen bitter flavors, so that the little Taoist will be full of energy after drinking it."

Not only is it full of energy, the little Taoist priest will run away vigorously if he smells it from ten feet away.

When the crow fed him the medicine, he almost thought that what he was holding was not a cure for the disease, but a piercing bowel.

"Just bear with it, we won't drink it when the illness is cured."

But he is not sick, how is it good.

The little Taoist had a bitter taste in his mouth, and he couldn't eat or drink water. After two days, he lost a lot of weight.Crow thought to himself that going on like this was not the way to go, and tried to add sweetness to the concoction, but a little honey and candied dates couldn't hold it down, and if it was too much, it was afraid that the little Taoist would eat bad teeth and affect the efficacy of the medicine.

The little Taoist was suffering unspeakably, and the crow was also running around in a state of desperation.

Later, the crow simply drank the medicine with him, hoping to share some mental pain. When the little Taoist drank a bowl of bitter medicine, he also drank a bowl. When the little Taoist ate a bite of sugar cake, he also took a bite. Finally, he smiled and said that it was not bitter at all.

The little Taoist stared at the smear of sugar on the corner of the crow's mouth, and licked it out of nowhere, the sweet and greasy taste spread from the tip of his tongue to his heart in an instant.

"It's really not bitter." The little Taoist muttered to himself.

"What are you doing!" Crow stood up, covering the corner of his mouth in shock.

The little Taoist grabbed him by the corner of his clothes and said grimly: "Your mouth is the sweetest, let me kiss you every day, and I'll drink the medicine obediently, okay?"

"Not good!" The crow categorically vetoed it.The magpies who have the best relationship with him have never kissed his mouth, and the little Taoist broke his brain and became so dissolute.

Moaning, the little Taoist hugged the quilt and turned around, facing him with his back: "If you don't kiss me, I won't drink the medicine."

"You..." Crow said angrily, "Nonsense!"

He has practiced for thousands of years and has never been angry, but he was really angry once when he was a little Taoist with a shallow cultivation.

"The body is yours, so why make things difficult for yourself." The crow persuaded earnestly.

"The tongue is mine too, why make yourself suffer." The little Taoist retorted.

The crow was speechless, and the little Taoist began to roll on the bed.

"Didn't fairies like dual cultivation the most? You can absorb my energy as you please. You're welcome. I'm happy to pick me every day."

The crow was not angry when he heard the words, he just thought it was funny.

"Where did you hear that goblins love dual cultivation?"

The little Taoist didn't dare to say that he saw it on the erotic pictures, and said: "My senior brother said that he was originally mediocre, but since he caught a cat demon and came back to double cultivation, his cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds."

The crow said: "Your senior brother probably lied to you. Now monsters don't like dual cultivation, that's what gods do."

The little Taoist said: "I don't care, I'm going to double cultivate with you." Seeing the opportunity, he quickly kissed the crow again.

chirp~

chirp...

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The crow's thousand-year-old cultivation base never expected to be defeated by a "chirp", he took a few steps back unsteadily, his heart was burning like a fire, and his porcelain white skin was dyed red. tripped.

What the weasel saw was such a distraught and disheveled monster, and he asked tentatively, "Have you met a cow-nosed old man?"

The crow raised his head blankly, his eyes were empty, and he let out a "chirp" in a flat tone.

"Chirp?" repeated Weasel.

"Chirp." Crow nodded.

Chirp?The weasel couldn't figure it out, what's so special about this sound?He was "not ashamed to ask": "Have you met Pheasant Essence?"

The crow shook, shook his head, recalled the scene just now, and couldn't help shaking twice.

Weasel took out a yellow talisman and muttered two incantations and stuck it on his face with a "slap": "The soul returns."

Crow's slack gaze finally came into focus: "The little Taoist just kissed me."

"He kissed you!" cried the Weasel.

"I also know it's weird..."

"You guys are still stuck in kissing until now!" Weasel cried, "I thought that little Taoist priest had some ability, how flirtatious you are, and it turned out that this little progress was made, but fortunately, I was jealous."

"Isn't this a big deal?" Crow said in awe.

"A kiss is such a big deal, it's a big deal, so I've already become a big shot." Weasel said disdainfully.

"Yes, yes, he kissed my mouth." The crow faltered.

"Oh." The weasel responded, losing interest.

"Is this normal?"

"It's nothing more than normal."

The crow breathed a sigh of relief, and for some reason there was a tinge of relief in his heart. If it was an ordinary thing, then he didn't have to avoid the little Taoist... If he likes to kiss, it's okay to ask him to kiss.

The emotion he had never had before made Crow a little surprised and a little happy. In the end, he attributed it to his personality that he would be happy when he saw others happy.

Yes, he said to himself, he had been trying to please the magpies ever since.

At this time, he hadn't distinguished the difference between the magpie and the little Taoist priest, so he bowed his hands to the weasel and said, "Thanks for the reminder."

The weasel didn't know what he had to say, anyway, it's always good to sell a demon, so he nodded indiscriminately, and said, "Don't be awkward with that little Taoist anymore."