Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The monk sneered, "You are a high-ranking priest from the heaven. Could it be that you don't know that Emperor Ziwei has already descended to the realm?"

"……I--"

The old man from the land was confused and pointed in the east direction.

"Of course I know about His Highness the Emperor's lower realm!"

"But hasn't His Highness been living safely in the palace? Then...even if the fox monster hurt him once, it wouldn't bite him so tightly, right?"

"Furthermore, His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven has clearly made a decree that there will be no further investigation while he is in the lower realm!"

He spoke with complete certainty, without realizing where he was wrong.

The monk rolled his sleeves coldly.

"Royal Palace?"

"Open your eyes and look up. Where are the crape myrtle stars in the sky pointing to?"

"You, a dignified priest, can actually admit the wrong person?"

The old man from the land was stunned.

"Admit... admit your mistake?"

He looked up sharply.

The clouds are thick tonight, and even though it's raining, it's still groggy.

There is no moon and no stars.

He looked at it carefully for a long time.

There were many stars in the sky, but he couldn't recognize them all.

If he couldn't see clearly with the naked eye, he would cast a spell.

After watching it for a long time, I followed the direction of the crape myrtle star that day.

There is……

The old land man's expression suddenly changed.

That is--

"what 's wrong?"

His beard trembled and his voice became trembling.

"You admitted... you recognized the wrong person???"

Has he recognized the wrong person for so many years? ? ?

The monk's figure has long since disappeared.

In front of Tu Tu Temple, only Tu Tu Laoer was left alone.

Zheng changed his face and murmured.

"This...what the hell is going on..."

He looked around for his crutch.

The monk left and he did not dare to stay.

In a hurry, he picked up the crutches and hurriedly followed.

"It's over, it's over -"

It’s really over——

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late at night.

The monk is here again.

It was as if he didn't realize that he was not welcome at all.

The two lanterns in front of the door were dark and unlit.

It was dark outside the gate, and when I looked up, it was also dark in the yard.

It was dark and quiet everywhere.

Only the bedroom was lit with light, the weak light filtered through the screen window, and the door was closed.

In the cowshed, the cow noticed that the monk was coming and got up.

In the chicken coop, the chicken also noticed the monk's arrival and clucked twice.

inside the house.

The vixen, who was lying on the bed with his body pressed by the man, looked over instantly.

Looking at the closed door, his eyes suddenly turned cold.

The man, who was dressed in cold and lean clothes, loosened his clothes and took off his belt.

The ends of his eyes were slightly red, stained with crimson desire.

Pressing her down, he buried himself in the crook of her neck.

One hand was untying her belt, and the other was holding her hand.

The fire started almost immediately.

Burning with desire.

The restraints were untied and tossed aside.

He slowly opened her clothes, his breath burning like thick liquid.

But the next second.

The beautiful person who was being pressed held him down instantly.

Grab his hand and hold it there, not letting him move.

The man's breath was thick and heavy, like a wild beast.

He paused, raised his head, and looked at her.

The phoenix eyes are bright and dim, and the lust is burning.

"What's wrong?"

His voice was completely hoarse, as if he could no longer speak immediately.

The beautiful fairy lying under him looked outside and motioned to him.

"The monk is here again."

As soon as he finished speaking, an annoying knock on the door came from outside.

One sound, another sound.

Endless.

At such a critical time, no discernment appeared.

interrupt.