I, peach demon, super sultry

Yang Qidao ran back and forth continuously, passing through the forest before he came to the foot of Shaolin Temple.

Just seeing a clear mountain spring meandering down the cracks in the rocks, he jumped off the horse, knelt down on one knee, reached out to catch the cold spring water, drank a few mouthfuls, and washed his face freely and drippingly.

Looking up at the long stairs walking up, the big trees on both sides are lush with green leaves, the sunlight shines through the gaps, and the joyful birdsong is heard in the ear.

He stood up, led the horse, and was going to find a tree to tie it down here and go up again, but he turned around.

I saw Taosu in a pink robe standing not far away, the warm summer wind blowing his long hair that was casually tied behind him.

At this time, he looked over with a trace of tenderness in his eyes, and whispered softly, "Yang Qidao."

Yang Qidao was slightly startled, and stepped forward, "Taosu, why are you here?"

Ran Taosu smiled shyly and leaned her head on his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Yang Qidao froze and his voice trembled.

Taosu put both hands on his chest, and said softly, "Isn't there a saying in the world that one day is like three autumns?"

Yang Qidao raised his hand and stayed in the air for a moment, then pushed him away violently, shook his head weakly and smiled, "It would be great if you were really Taosu."

Sure enough, the smile on the other party's face froze, and then he curled his lips and said, "How did you recognize me?"

Yang Qidao said slowly, "When you really like someone, no matter how similar they are, you can tell at a glance."

"Tch, I don't believe it!" Fake Taosu transformed into a beautiful woman in red, even her long hair was fiery red, "You people are the most hypocritical."

Yang Qidao frowned, he didn't expect there to be such a monster in the forest, not to mention that he had just turned into Taosu's appearance, he didn't understand the purpose, did he also come for Taosu?Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at her warily, "Where are you evildoer?"

The red-haired woman flashed and stuck behind him, her bloody red lips approached his ear and whispered, "What's wrong with the demon, isn't the person you like also a demon, or a tree demon."

"You came after Taosu too?" The other party knew Taosu's identity!Yang Qidao's eyes flickered, and he quickly pulled out his Nongyu sword and stabbed back.

"Hahahaha..." The red-haired woman stood in front of him for a moment, sneered disdainfully, her eyes were full of contempt, "You guys are not as fast as our demons, and I have some cultivation anyway, and those puppets It's not on the same level, if you get hurt easily, wouldn't it make the whole demon world laugh out loud."

"Do you know those puppets?" Yang Qidao looked stern, and raised his sword to point at her fearlessly, "You two are together? What do you want to do to Taosu?"

"Why?" The red-haired woman twisted her proud figure, playing with a strand of long hair on her chest, "Of course it's because of its inner alchemy..."

"Hong'er!" A beautiful female voice came out, and then a woman in white clothes and white hair flashed in front of the red-haired woman, and scolded, "Don't you remember that demons can't hurt people...cough cough cough ..."

But as soon as he finished speaking, he coughed violently, and his beautiful face was so pale that it seemed to be blurred...

The red-haired woman who was still invincible hurriedly supported her, "Sister, why are you here?"

"Hong'er, you are the only one who has cultivated into shape...cough..." The white-haired woman grabbed her hand and said with a stern expression, "You must remember that demons must not hurt people, otherwise you will become demons! Cough..."

The red-haired woman seemed afraid that she would cough, so she reluctantly said, "Okay, okay, I'm just playing with him."

"What kind of monsters are you? What is your purpose?" Yang Qidao looked at the two of them. He couldn't understand the appearance of the white-haired woman. Could it be a trick to deceive him?

The white-haired woman seemed to see his suspicion, and explained weakly, "We are fox demons, but we have never harmed anyone."

"Then why are you here?" Yang Qidao couldn't believe what they said.

The red-haired woman spat fiercely, "Isn't it because of that dead bald donkey..."

"Hong'er!" The white-haired woman interrupted her immediately.

Yang Qidao already guessed from that half sentence, "Master Yuankong was kidnapped by you!"

"Hmph!" The red-haired woman said very displeasedly, "My sister tried her best to restore his youthful appearance, but he didn't appreciate it at all!"

Yang Qidao concluded that Master Yuankong was captured by them, and it could be seen that the white-haired woman had no intention of hurting others, so he respectfully said, "Dare to ask you two, why did you arrest Master Yuankong, but what kind of grievance is there?"

The white-haired woman said calmly, "He's fine, but he can't go back now."

"Why?" Yang Qidao clenched the Nongyu sword tightly in his hand. If the opponent refused to let him go, he could only use all his strength to snatch it away.

"Hey, why do you have so many questions?" The red-haired woman saw that he was asking endlessly, so she said in one breath, "Because he is dying, if I can't absorb my sister's energy every day, he will be able to help him on that day." ascended to heaven!"

The white-haired woman glared at her angrily, "Hong'er, go back if you talk again!"

"Hmph!" The red-haired woman was also angry, let go of her and shouted, "Just throw away your cultivation and your life for that old bald donkey!"

Then he was angry with Yang Qidao, "You humans don't have a good thing!"

After roaring, he flew into the woods and disappeared.

"Ahem... Hong'er..." The white-haired woman had no support, she could only hold on to a tree beside her, and her cough became more and more severe, "...cough cough..."

Yang Qidao looked at her silently, guessing that it would be easy for him to kill it now, but he just asked, "Could Master Yuankong and you..."

"After all, you people are too unfeeling. It can be said that you can forget if you forget." The white-haired woman seemed to be talking to herself, tears glistening, and then smiled sadly, "Yang Qidao, the one you fell in love with is also a demon, so don't let me fall in love with you." The other party grows a root of love for you...otherwise it will bring us demons...only eternal pain."

Yang Qidao frowned slightly, and disagreed, "Although I dare not say that, although people are ruthless, most of them are sentient. On the contrary, demons are also such kind of demons who are ruthless and ruthless."

"Really..." The white-haired woman leaned against the tree weakly, and waved her long sleeves, "Okay, then wait until you finish reading my story before making a conclusion."

Yang Qidao didn't have time to react, he felt the white shadow swaying, and subconsciously looked around, the white-haired woman disappeared, and the horse he was leading also disappeared.

And I am still at the foot of the Shaolin Temple, but it seems a little different, like the big trees in the forest have become smaller?

what happened?

Yang Qidao held his breath, if it was a trick of the fox demon, he would break the magic trick with his own power.

Just when he was vigilant that his surroundings would be raided, he saw a young fox curled up on the ground, its hind legs seemed to have been seriously injured, and its fur was stained red with blood.

"What's wrong with you?" Yang Qidao walked over slowly and squatted down, thinking of the weak appearance of the white-haired woman, could it be that her leg was injured by a hunting trap?But he felt something was wrong, and the white fox didn't seem to hear him.

"Hey..." Yang Qidao saw that its breathing was getting weaker and weaker, and wanted to touch it, but his hand passed through the white fox.

"!" Yang Qidao was shocked in his heart, he couldn't believe it for a while, and he touched it a few times, but it still came to nothing.

"Master, there is a white fox injured!"

When Yang Qidao was thinking about what the white-haired woman had done with magic, a childish voice sounded, and he immediately looked over.

A little monk followed behind a big monk, and the little one pointed to this side.

"Go." The monk nodded.

The little monk ran over with his short legs, passed directly through Yang Qidao's body, and picked up the injured white fox.

The white fox was affected by the wound, frowned and moved its ears.

The little monk immediately stroked its fur carefully, "Are you injured? Don't be afraid, I will take you back and heal you."

"Yuankong." The great monk in the distance called out.

"Master, here I come!" The little monk hugged the white fox and ran over.

"Unexpectedly, the little monk is Master Yuankong." Yang Qidao muttered while standing there, and understood the story that the white-haired woman told him to read.

As the little monk left, the scene turned and the little monk had returned to the Shaolin Temple with the white fox in his arms, applied herbs and bandaged it.

I took good care of it for several days, and ate and slept with it, but the fox ate meat and not vegetarian after all.

Every day the little monk gave the white fox his own eggs, but the white fox didn't want to eat any more after eating it a few times.

No matter how the little monk coaxed it to eat, it kept its mouth shut, and lay on the bed weakly for the next few days.

The little monk was so anxious that he almost cried, "Xiaobai, please eat some."

"Xiaobai, how about you just take a bite? Just a small bite!"

"Xiaobai, don't you want to be with me?"

But no matter what he said, Baihu refused to pay attention to him.

"Yuankong." The great monk opened the door and came in.

The little monk rushed over and cried, "Master, woo woo... Xiaobai is going to die..."

"Alas!" the great monk sighed, "Yuankong, if you keep it by your side, you will only harm it."

The little monk was startled, hugged his master's leg and lowered his head, sullenly said, "Master, but I can't bear Xiaobai."

"Yuankong." The great monk stroked his bald head, looking at the distance outside the door, "Sometimes you have to be willing to cut off the root cause. If you want it to live, let it go..."

"Master, I understand." The little monk seemed to understand, picked up the little fox from the room, and ran down the mountain.

Because of the rush, the little monk was panting tiredly, and the white fox, who was protected by him in his little arms, opened his eyes because he felt the violent ups and downs of his chest.

When he arrived at the forest at the foot of the mountain, the little monk put it on the ground and pushed it, waving his little hands with tears in his eyes.

"Go back to your place..."

"I will never force you to stay with me again."

"Little Bai, you must live well!"

The white fox tilted his head and looked at him suspiciously, seeing the sparkling liquid in his eyes, he was in a trance for a moment, but he turned around resolutely and ran into the woods...