Taoist and dog

Lu Qinghe has never had much patience, waiting these days has long been his limit, even if Xiao Rong doesn't pounce on him today, he can't stand it anymore.

Since Xiao Rong took the initiative to send it to the door, he was not polite. Just now he tried to wake up the monster in Xiao Rong's body and let it eat back at the host, but... failed.

Lu Qinghe was quite surprised that Xiao Rong could push him away, but that one was not enough to interrupt him. The real reason for the failure was that the monster was in a deep sleep state, although it responded, it had no consciousness of waking up.

"Anyway, you are dead. Instead of being killed by anyone when you go out, or let the monster go back and let it live happily, it is better to leave the monster to me... I will help you fix it, just, let me avenge you, also If you don't die for nothing." Lu Qinghe smiled like a spring breeze, what he said was like teasing a child to play a game, after he finished speaking, he shook the iron chain and threw it to the stool, the iron chain wrapped around the leg of the stool. Moved, "It's too late, let's do this for today, I won't go out tomorrow, just to accompany you."

As soon as Lu Qinghe's foot was taken away, Xiao Rong rolled on the ground and immediately got up, he had completely lost his mind, and ran to Lu Qinghe without stopping.

Just when his fingers were about to reach Lu Qinghe, the iron chain around his neck tightened, and Xiao Rong was dragged back violently.

The iron chain and the stool were stretched into a long, tight line, and the stool seemed to be growing on the ground, no matter how hard Xiao Rong tried, it would not move at all.

Xiao Rong was like a trapped animal, roaring to pull the chain, just as his hand touched it, his palm suddenly hurt, like thousands of needles passing through.

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Xiao Rong tossed about in the yard for half a night, his arms were completely numb from the electric shock, as if he was no longer on his body, he was exhausted, and he didn't know whether he was fainted or fell asleep. It is bright.

Lu Qinghe is still like that, with a fairy-like demeanor, but now Xiao Rong has completely awakened from the fairy tale.

Lu Qinghe was dressed in white, but his heart was dark under the clothes, and his stomach was probably full of black water.

After a night, Xiao Rong also calmed down. He leaned on the stool and squinted his eyes at Lu Qinghe, thinking about what he should do.

Although Lu Qinghe has no compassion, he is a Taoist priest. Xiao Rong touched the legs of the stool behind him. This stool was where he cut his hair while sitting. Lu Qinghe didn't know what he did. The iron chain wrapped around it. The stool never moved after that.

He couldn't beat him, tried head-to-head, and suffered a disadvantage, so he could only find a way to run.

But this run... is easier said than done.

From the moment he entered this gate, Lu Qinghe had planned on him, unless he could make him relax his vigilance, but that Taoist priest was as shrewd as a fox...

Xiao Rong just overlapped Lu Qinghe's face with the fox in his mind, that person appeared in front of him, he almost jumped up in fright, but Lu Qinghe's speed was faster than his conditioned reflex, Xiao Rong's face just changed, he Just pinched his chin.

Lu Qinghe easily opened Xiao Rong's mouth, aligned the mouth of the bowl, and began to pour in it.

Xiao Rong was caught off guard and drank a few gulps. He felt like there was something in the water scratching his throat half hard but not soft.

His face was pinched by Lu Qinghe and he couldn't move. Just as Xiao Rong was about to push him, Lu Qinghe let go of his hand.

The bowl is empty.

A lot of water was spilled, but more than half of it got into his stomach. Xiao Rong glared at Lu Qinghe angrily, and roughly wiped off the water on his face. As soon as he closed his mouth, he suddenly tasted the smell of burning paper, and he frowned. He slammed his mouth twice and spit out black paper ash.

Xiao Rong: "..."

This Taoist priest is sick, feed him paper ashes? !

Xiao Rong's mouth twitched.

Lu Qinghe didn't take it seriously, he squatted in front of Xiao Rong, folded his arms and looked straight at Xiao Rong.

Xiao Rong made him feel hairy, and leaned back while wiping his mouth.

Lu Qinghe looked at it for a while, "How do you feel?"

Xiao Rong rubbed his stomach and poured a bowl of cold water early in the morning. If it was before, he would have to go to the toilet by now. Fortunately, his body is different, and he drank this bowl of water after sleeping outside all night. Nothing.

"Does it hurt?" Lu Qinghe asked again.

Xiao Rong frowned.

"Not uncomfortable?"

Xiao Rong frowned even deeper.

"I don't think there's anything coming out of my stomach?"

Xiao Rong: "..."

Did the Taoist feed him laxatives? !

After observing Xiao Rong for a while, Lu Qinghe nodded in embarrassment, "I understand."

Then he rolled up his sleeves and stood up.

Following Lu Qing's gaze, Xiao Rong saw an extra table in the yard, all covered with yellow paper.

Lu Qinghe walked back to the table, picked up a pen and lightly touched the cinnabar, and concentrated for a moment to write down a stroke.

The pen was not broken, but he wrote very slowly. Lu Qing wrote for a long time on a piece of talisman paper. When he finally finished writing, the solemn expression on his face turned into the familiar relaxedness of Xiao Rong.

Lu Qinghe burned the talisman paper, and continued with a bowl. When the yellow talisman was burned out, he stirred it twice with his fingers, and then glanced at Xiao Rong.

Xiao Rong: "..."

Isn't this thing...

He always felt that Lu Qinghe looked at him with kindness in his eyes...

Kindness that makes his hair stand on end.

Sure enough, Lu Qinghe came over with a bowl.

Thinking of what he said last night, Xiao Rong felt terrified when he looked at the small bowl again. He covered his mouth and hurriedly hid behind the stool, but before he could go half way around, the iron chain was stepped on by Lu Qinghe.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Qinghe pinched his chin again.

Xiao Rong shook his head in horror, but Lu Qinghe's fingers were like pliers, pinching his cheek tightly and forcing him to open his mouth wide.

Xiao Rong just watched helplessly as the bowl of water entered his stomach.

His eyes were red, and he waited an hour for the force on his face to spit out, but the water seemed to have entered someone's mouth, and he only spit out some paper ashes.

Lu Qinghe put the bowl aside, and looked at Xiao Rong quietly as before.

Xiao Rong pressed his stomach, and looked down little by little with a pale face.

Lu Qinghe raised his eyebrows, and there was a little joy in his eyes.