Everyone read the script except me [Transmigration Book]

Yan Wujiu was just suddenly frightened and relaxed, and when he was depressed, he subconsciously wanted to vent his anger and bully this monk.

Maybe it's because I have tasted what it's like to become a martial arts master overnight. Although I lost my internal energy during this period of time, I wouldn't have difficulty walking. Compared with the two, it is easy to go from frugal to extravagant, and it is difficult to go from extravagant to frugal. I don't know how long I have missed the monk's internal energy. As soon as the thought came into being, it naturally manifested as - bite him!

If you bite, you will naturally want to kiss, if you don't suck, you don't suck.

When kissing, accompanied by the contract of Yulin Ling Gu poison, the pure internal force is filled in the body, this wonderful taste makes kissing more and more comfortable, just like a cat who has sucked catnip, unable to stop.

Logically speaking, this monk is very obedient after being stupid, he will not resist no matter how bullied, with Yan Wujiu's bad character who only likes to bully hard bones, he would not be interested in wasting time on such a boring person who is submissive.

However, maybe it was the evil monk who burned the lotus and bullied him for a long time. Maybe it was the solemn and holy abstinence temperament of the holy monk who bullied him. Wu Jiu didn't know when it started, but he was very used to bullying him.

Especially when holding him like this now, I feel that the body in my arms is stiff for a moment, as if I am at a loss, but subconsciously restraining myself, the cold body softens bit by bit, as if there is nothing I can do, let him do whatever he wants.

Only the thin lips with abstinence and indifference are tightly pressed, and the breath seems to be absent, showing the monk's forbearance.

Yan Wujiu narrowed his eyes slightly, his stinky and unhappy face stretched lazily.Reluctantly, gently rubbing the corner of his lips against the place where he had bitten, it was regarded as a condescension to appease.In other words, arrogantly acting like a baby to please.

When it was over, the tip of his tongue lightly touched the thin lips that were restrained and slightly pursed, and asked vaguely and confidently: "Cooperate."

The monk who was being bullied opened his eyes the moment he was kissed, his black and ethereal pupils emptied, and his pupils trembled slightly, not only at a loss, like a holy monk who had attained the Tao in a Buddhist sect, falling down in an instant. Into the millennium Jiuquan.

The wicked and arrogant young master didn't get the response he wanted, and raised his gorgeous eyelashes lazily and dignifiedly.

The amber tea-colored eyes are charming and gorgeous, with a bit of beauty that can overturn all living beings. She seems to be smiling but not smiling, and she is disheartened. She blinks slowly, arousing the five colors and desires of the gods and Buddhas.

There are clear and thin ice in the shallow pupils, smiling slowly, arrogant and gentle, gorgeous and dark, passionate and dangerous.

One moment he was still hugging the monk tightly, and the next moment he pushed it out without hesitation.

Fen Lian quietly looked at him without blinking, the whole world could only see him.

The world was spinning, and the back fell on the rough bed of the thatched cottage, slightly numb.Next to him was the flower picker whose neck was broken by him first.

He didn't look at him, just looked at Yan Wujiu who bent over and knelt on him the next moment.

Looking at that person who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, the river in the bottom of his eyes was a gorgeous and dark sea of ​​flowers, slowly pouring down and submerging towards him.

The slender eyebrows and eyelashes, the slender water-red illusion is silver, and the eyes outlined are beautiful enough to kill.

The man leaned towards him, his ruddy water-colored lips parted slightly, as if a spirit-absorbing demon landed on his lips.

Fen Lian's expression was quiet and peaceful from the beginning to the end, his eyes were empty and cold, without desires and desires, and his breath was inaudible from the beginning to the end.

It is a dreamy bubble, the color is empty scripture sandalwood, after a lifetime of practice, it is condensed into a Buddha body.

The rough huts, the dead bodies, the blood outside the house, the collapsed gate framed the cloudy sky.

With the eerie, treacherous, blood-red color as the background, the man's hand fell on his heart, gently supported his body, leaned over slowly, closed his eyes lightly, and kissed him.

It was like the demons fighting in the devil's lair in hell, holding his heart.

"Master," said the sweet voice, cold and bad, "I want to eat you."

The demon born from the apex of the heart, said to the monk who gave birth to him.

With a single blow, all sanity is gone.

The Buddhist temples collapsed, and the pure lotus flowers burned without fire, and the ashes flew into smoke.

The holy monk loosened his grip on the rosary beads, and one hundred and eight relics were scattered all over the ground.

Amid the sound of crashing, those forbearable and restrained hands held down Yan Wujiu.

The fingers burning incense and copying scriptures landed on the jade-like flawless skin, and the lips uttering Sanskrit and Zen words invaded the red lips talking wildly.

The abstinent monk has always been calm and gentle.

Calmly block all possible retreats for that person, hug him tenderly, please him, and give him all the pleasure he wants.

Calmly crossing the beautiful and beautiful boundary set by him, forcing the man's trembling and breathless voice, guiding him gently, making the bad-tempered and arrogant young master bite him viciously, and scold him as a donkey with a crying voice , hugging him tightly.

Yan Wujiu's eyelashes seemed to be wet with sweat, he opened his eyes wide and breathed in like drowning.

With a stinky face in annoyance, his teeth were grinding on the strong shoulders, but his hands were tightly hugging the bald donkey's neck.

Conscience of heaven and earth, the cooperation he said was just to make the bald donkey's tight mouth open a little bit, who told him to kiss himself instead?

"Don't tell anyone!" He threatened viciously, with reddish ears.

Young Master Yan has fucked the dissolute Ximen high-ranking officials for several years, but was kissed by the monk he raised so that his whole body trembled, his mind went blank, and he complained that he was out of breath with a crying voice.

It's almost deadly to say it.

"En." The monk's voice was as cool and quiet as ever, he hugged him gently, and let him bully him tamely.

"Your technique is rotten, you don't feel comfortable at all." Yan Wujiu rested his chin on the monk's shoulder, mocking coldly, arrogant and indifferent.

The monk held his back with one hand, and combed his slightly messy black hair with the other. The movements of his hands paused slightly, and he remained silent.

"If you don't like it, I won't move next time." The deep and cold voice was hoarse, and he said calmly.

Yan Wujiu squinted his eyes, and became even more annoyed when he heard the words, until he turned his head slightly and saw the monk's red ears.

He was stunned for a moment, his brows and eyes were raised, and he blew lightly into his ears.

The tip of the ear trembled, becoming redder and more transparent.

The silent monk remained silent, but Yan Wujiu's sitting legs were obviously tense.

Yan Wujiu's mood improved in an instant, he leaned against the monk's face and rubbed against him, smiled and whispered softly in his ear.The voice with laughter is sweet and bad, frivolous and nasty.

"Master, sex is emptiness, you broke the precept."

Fingers walk freely through the monk's robe, like an uninvited guest, relying on the gentleness and obedience of the master, he enters the room and turns against the guest.

"No fault." The monk's cold voice was low, and he called that person's name softly, which should be a voice of restraint or prayer, but he pronounced it like a lonely and gentle love language.

Therefore, because his tone was not intimidating, the perverse young master became more and more free-wheeling, as if he had been pampered, he became more and more wanton.

"No fault."

The monk didn't resist at all, but called the name gently and restrainedly, like candy hidden in his heart, so he could only lick it carefully at this time.

"No fault..."

Yan Wujiu narrowed his eyes, lightly touched his red ears with the tip of his tongue, and teased lightly: "Shouldn't you be chanting scriptures at a time like this to be pure and ascetic? What did the master tell me to do? Is it because I don't want to cultivate purity and want to be a flower picker? Are you coming to bully me again?"

As soon as the words fell, Fen Lian hummed subduedly and grabbed Yan Wujiu's wrist.

His forehead was covered with thin sweat, and the wet long eyebrows became more sharp and indifferent.

If it wasn't for that pale and flushed face, even if it was stained with lust, there would be a kind of calm and empty abstinence, no matter how indifferent and detached, it would still be soaked in quiet and long-lasting tenderness and infatuation, almost making Yan Wujiu think that the demon monk had switched back at this time.

"Lianlian?" Yan Wujiu's heart skipped a beat, he hesitated for a moment, and asked softly.

His temptation made Fen Lian think that his action was too big and accidentally hurt Yan Wujiu.

Fen Lian took a deep breath forbearance, suppressed the turbulent thoughts, clear eyes, the corners of the eyes drooped, and looked at Yan Wujiu gently, her voice was hoarse and restrained: "I, I'm sorry... I shouldn't have..."

Yan Wujiu blinked slowly, and tilted his head slightly to look at him.

Pinching Fen Lian's chin with the presumptuous hand just now, she leaned closer and sneered lazily: "Now I know how to be reserved, hypocritical Lian Lian."

His lips touched Fen Lian's lips lightly, and they parted instantly, and he let go of the hand that was pinching Fen Lian's chin.

Even more like a flower picker than the notorious dead flower picker in the room, with brows and eyes like moon bays, she smiled wildly and sweetly at the victim: "But the first time you saw me, it was already mine. I said, become a demon for me, become a Buddha for me. Say you like me. By the way, I haven’t said anything about today’s portion.”

Fen Lian looked at him quietly, and Yan Wujiu also looked at him with a half-smile.

Yan Wujiu has never seen such a monk, who is both restrained and lustful, holy and depraved.

Yan Wujiu's lips are still slightly swollen up to now, the holy monk who was originally unmoved suddenly pressed down on the back of his neck and invaded his lips, the intimacy was so uncontrollable that even Yan Wujiu didn't expect it.

However, Yan Wujiu blinked slowly, wiped the sweat from the monk's eyebrows with his fingers, followed the solemn and pilgrimage-like face staring at him seriously, and slowly raised his lips and smiled.

He looked at Fen Lian's reflection in his eyes, and said softly, "I lied to you just now, being kissed by Lian Lian is very comfortable."

Fen Lian's pupils could be seen dilated slightly with the naked eye, and the expression on that face was as peaceful as water, but there was a person reflected in his eyes, the black pupils were filled with deep feelings and deep obsessions.There is no frivolity and joy, but like clouds dripping ink.

Yan Wujiu's fingers caressed his eyes, but did not touch a single tear.

"Why are you unhappy? Because Wu Jiu bullied you, so you don't like Wu Jiu anymore?" Yan Wu Jiu hugged him, shook him gently, his smiling eyes half closed, and swept across the back of Fen Lian's neck. Linling's leaf veins are fresh and green.

Fen Lian was half a beat late, and gently hugged him back, and slowly closed her eyes.

"Bodhi's new green branch becomes a tree, and the tree blossoms and bears fruit. One hundred and eight relics are burned, and they are burned inch by inch from the root, and the ashes are wiped out. These one hundred and eight relics mean the heavens and ten realms, each with a One hundred and eight kinds of afflictions, seek proof, give up thoughts, and then purify. The people of Crane Feather believe that using one hundred and eight relics to practice one thought, and this thought practice can be given back to one person, which can ensure that person’s happiness for all ages.”

Yan Wujiu looked sideways and saw the Buddhist beads scattered in front of him, each one was engraved with the correct words: Wujiu.

The monk's voice was silent: "The bead is broken, I will carve another string for Lord Tanyue."

Yan Wujiu was stunned for a moment, and obediently was picked up by that person and put on the ground.

"The smell of blood is strong outside, don't come out." Weisha said softly in a quiet voice.

Then, seeing him calmly and holy, he dragged the body of the flower picker out in a leisurely manner, and buried it together with the body of the viper who killed people for fun outside the house.

When burning lotus to bury the corpse, Yan Wujiu calmed down for a while, recalled the previous events, and felt a little confused.

Does this bald donkey like him, or is he blaming him for leading him to relapse and destroying his practice?

However, Yan Wujiu remembered that he just wanted to borrow some internal energy.

I don't know why, Yan Wujiu was not angry this time, he silently lowered his head and picked up the scattered Buddha beads engraved with [-] "Wujiu" one by one.

After Fen Lian finished dealing with it, she quietly stood at the door and looked at him.

Yan Wujiu looked back at him, opened his eyes slightly, at that time the sun came out faintly, and the face of the monk outside the door could not be seen clearly against the backlight.

But the people outside the door turned their backlights into the darkness, so they could see Yan Wujiu clearly.

He looked at it for a long time, until his Adam's apple restrainedly rolled, and then turned sideways to open the door.

The author has something to say: as soon as the master comes out, the plot stops, and there is another sticky chapter~

I’ve been smirking while reading comments today, what kind of fairy angels are you? Gugu must have saved the Milky Way in his previous life before meeting you~ Kiss one by one~

Small theater: The vicious dog pseudo-Satsuma is like a cotton candy, the cat Jiujiu couldn't help but took a bite, and found it sweet.

The vicious dog Pseudo-Satsuma lay there innocently, grunting innocently.

Jiujiu cat licked the painful place, condescending and meowing coquettishly.

Chirping cat, reserved: Well, you're acting like a spoiled child, I want to take another bite!

The vicious dog pseudo-Satsuma tilted his head, and the big head came to kiss him enough.

The Jiujiu cat who was kissed meowingly: ...I want to kiss, not to be kissed!