Goblin Goblin: Don't flirt, the villain is blackening

Chapter 226 Hehuan Sect: Socially Fearful Master vs. Yandere Disciple 1

She looked at the man in ancient costume in front of her and seriously suspected that he was a time traveler. She opened her mouth and wanted to say "Odd changes to even, unchanged, symbols look at the quadrants" as a code, but as soon as she opened her mouth...

"Gulu...Gulu!"

No matter how loud it sounds, it’s still a pig.

Quan Jiu: “…………” Fuck.

The man lowered his head and wanted to hug her. Quan Jiu's limbs jumped nimbly, avoiding his loving hug.

"I have been coming to Hehuan Sect for so long, boss, and you are still so afraid of people."

When the man saw her stretching her short legs and bouncing hard, he no longer forced her to "lick the pig".

When the man in white robe closed the door and left the palace, Quan Jiu immediately gasped and asked.

"Ergou, why am I so dizzy?"

001: "You'd better watch the plot yourself."

Quan Jiu spent two minutes digesting the plot, and then he was completely speechless.

The person who traveled through time was not the man in white robe, but the original owner.

As a social animal in the 21st century, the original owner had the highest social fear index. One day when she came home from overtime work, she encountered a sudden earthquake. She managed to run from the 18th floor to the first floor. When she saw a crowd of people in the open space at the door, she

I was so scared that I ran back into the building...

Then the residential building collapsed and she was killed.

Quan Jiu: "To this extent, he can be considered a talent."

After the original owner died, he transformed into the current master of the Hehuan Sect. In order not to interact with others, he cast a spell and turned himself into a pig.

001: "Someone is coming again."

Quan Jiu: “…”

Now that she heard the word "human", she couldn't help but instinctively tremble. The rejection engraved deep in her soul made her tighten her pig's tail.

The curled little tail is twisted into a figure-eight flower roll.

Q elasticity is tight.

Suitable for drinking with peanuts.

Quan Jiu: “…”

Sorry, she will never poison milk again.

"Hey, there's actually a pig here?"

A total of three men walked in through the door, wearing clothes from different sects.

Quan Jiu's four little pig trotters rubbed hard against the ground, and his ears became hairy and stood up like airplane ears.

grass.

You are a pig.

Your whole family is a pig!

"This pig has a spiritual energy about it. It must be very nourishing to eat. Master Zhou, why don't you eat soybean stewed pig's trotters tonight?"

The man called Head Zhou stroked his white beard:

"After all, this is a pig raised by the Hehuan Sect, isn't it bad?"

"What's the point? There are only two people left in Hehuan, and they have long ceased to exist in name only. Once the sect conference is over, there will no longer be Hehuan Sect in the world."

Quan Jiu: “…”

It’s not good to conspire loudly in front of the head of the Hehuan Sect, brother?

Seeing a hand coming towards him, Quan Jiu pushed away the pig's trotters and ran out of the house!

Unexpectedly, these grown men seemed to have never eaten pork, and they chased her for three miles. Just when they were about to be caught, she made a sharp turn, jumped to the ground, and took off in the air.

Unexpectedly, halfway through the flight, the pig's trotters suddenly cramped. She spread her legs and landed steadily, accurately sitting on something soft.

"Huh? Your butt doesn't hurt?"

She twisted her butt and carefully felt the "object" under her butt. Then, two streams of steaming air sprayed on her tight pig butt...

Quan Jiu: “…”

It seemed like I was sitting on something extraordinary.

001: "As soon as you appear on the stage, you sit on the male protagonist's face. Are you happy?"

Quan Jiu: “…”

I couldn't laugh out loud.

The back of Destiny's neck was pinched by two jade-like fingers. She shook her four little pig's trotters with no place to rest, and looked at the man in front of her with a confused look.

oh.

wrong.

He has no eyes.

The young man was about eighteen or nineteen years old, with jet black hair that lay softly on his forehead, two long bangs that framed his face, and a silver moon pendant hanging between his eyebrows.

On the high bridge of his nose, a piece of white silk covered his eyes. The young man's thin lips were tightly pursed, and his crimson lips were attractive and glossy.

Quan Jiu licked his lips, being seduced by his apprentice's "pure, cute and annoying" appearance, which overflowed with fatherly love.

He is indeed her good disciple.

Ji Xiao held the "little fat pig" in his hand, with no emotion visible in his blindfolded eyes.

Quan Jiu hugged his arm with four little pig's trotters, trying not to be too obvious about his flattery.

Please.

Take her away.

She really doesn't want to see anyone.

Still three!

Ji Xiao raised her eyes and looked at the men chasing after her.

Head Zhou stared at the pig wine in his hand and said in a deep voice.

"Son, give me the pig in your hand."

Ji Xiao: "This little pig is my master's favorite spiritual pet. I forgive Ji Xiao for not obeying his orders."

Quan Jiu was moved when he heard it.

He is indeed her good disciple.

Awesome!

"Ji Xiao? Are you Ji Xiao, the only disciple of Hehuan Sect?"

Head Zhou recognized his identity.

Ji Xiao: "Exactly."

The several heads looked at each other and did not continue to put pressure. After all, this was the territory of the Hehuan Sect. After the Hehuan Sect was removed from the list, it would not be too late for them to take action again.

After a few people left, Quan Jiu's "fainting" symptoms improved a lot, and he immediately wanted to escape from Ji Xiao.

Unexpectedly, the man clamped her figure-eight curly tail, lifted her up in the air and shook her...

"Want to run away?"

Quan Jiu: "..."

Facts have proved that handsome men cannot cure social fear, and she still felt uncomfortable when being stared at by Ji Xiao.

Ji Xiao had no intention of letting her go, so he carried her back to Fuyun Palace.

Quan Jiu was not nervous at all.

"He must be trying to find something to eat for me."

Ji Xiao, a bright gentleman, is as pale as a chrysanthemum.

Be diligent in cultivation, respect teachers and Tao, and unite fellow disciples.

After being seriously injured and brought back to the sect by the original owner, no one has ever seen Ji Xiao with a bad face. If it were placed in modern times, he would definitely be the winner of the "Top Ten People Who Moved China" award.

Staying by Ji Xiao's side, Quan Jiu feels at ease.

until……

"Ergou, why is he sharpening his knife?"

Quan Jiu stared at the shiny kitchen knife, and Little Pig Trotter couldn't help but take a step back.

001: "He also has a cookbook in his hand."

Quan Jiu rolled his eyes and looked, and the characters "The Legend of Food in the Three Realms" came into view.

Quan Jiu: “…”

No.

The plot shouldn't be like this.

Where is her filial and good disciple who is fully developed in moral, intellectual, physical, artistic and physical skills?!

She opened the pig's trotters and wanted to run away. Ji Xiao's tone came lightly:

"If you run away again, I will chop you up and feed you to the dogs right now."

Quan Jiu: “…”

Is this still her compassionate disciple that no ant can bear to trample to death?

She looked at the cauldron and firewood conjured by magic, and a flash of shock flashed through her dark pig eyes.

He is going to...

Big pig stew in iron pot?!

She struggled to run away, but she couldn't help but let out a few pitiful pig noises.

Ji Xiao listened to the funny and pitiful pig noises, and finally reacted, and said seriously and doubtfully.

"Why didn't I realize you were so stupid before?"

Quan Jiu: “…”

Rebellious son!

When I find a deserted place and transform back into human form, I will punish you as soon as possible to clean the toilet!

Ji Xiao obviously didn't intend to give her this chance.

The man's body is full of beauty, and his movements of sharpening the kitchen knife are elegant and dignified, as if he is reciting poetry and painting.

The shiny tip of the knife was aimed at Quan's wine-white and tender little butt.

(End of chapter)