Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1962 Tribulation (36)

The footsteps were soft, amidst the whirring wind.

The dry branches buried in the snow were trampled and snapped.

The monk, who was only wearing plain cassock, didn't change his face as if he couldn't feel the cold in such a bitterly cold night.

Through the deep woods, I came to the northernmost house.

He stopped, and stopped almost five meters in front of the gate.

He raised his eyes and put his hands together.

A tough and upright face, calm and peaceful.

His gaze, like an eagle's beak, cast on the house in front of him.

The house was silent, and inside, candles were lit.

This shows that the owner inside has not slept yet.

The monk stood quietly for a while, spread out his fingers, and counted piece by piece.

After all, it took more than half an hour.

He frowned, his eyes serious.

He looked in the direction of the house, and then looked up at the sky.

"Chen..."

Ziweixing...

Ziwei moved down, and Xingjun left.

this means--

He snapped his fingers.

In the next second, his eyes changed.

His gaze returned to the house with the closed door.

The hands kept counting, madly counting.

"How is this going……"

His eyes became startled.

"he is--"

He took a big step back.

The movement was too big, and the Buddhist beads on his body were crumbling.

Suddenly, he spit out a big mouthful of blood.

Blood sprayed all over the ground, and blood flowed from his nose.

Splitting headache.

Master Mingjing clutched his chest, staggered and backed away.

"Oops……"

The timing is not right.

He stared deeply at the house, at the monstrous fox spirit.

The evil spirit is prevalent and the evil spirits are causing chaos, so they should be eliminated immediately.

But the crape myrtle star——

He retreated to a tree and raised his fingers to seal his surging acupuncture points.

Hold your breath and suppress your pain.

"In that case..."

He wiped the blood from his nose and looked at the house for a long time.

Finally, he took a deep breath.

Close your eyes and put your palms together.

Facing the direction of the house, he bent slightly and saluted.

"Forget it..."

The time has not come.

For the time being, let the fox demon live a few more days.

As soon as the time passed, he came to take that vicious fox demon away, telling her not to harm anyone anymore.

After the monk saluted, he turned around and left.

Come without a trace, go without a trace.

Silently.

……

……

……

Inside the house, the fox lying on the bed raised its head.

Squinting his eyes slightly, he looked towards the direction outside the house.

Calm and lighthearted.

a monk?
It flicked its tail and sat up.

After waiting for a while, I didn't make a sound, and wanted to get out of bed.

But the boy who had taken a bath walked in at this moment.

His fair and soft face was washed flushed, and he was wearing clean cotton clothes and trousers.

"Little raccoon, I've finished washing."

"Have you been waiting long?"

Seeing its movement, he stared fiercely.

"Don't get out of bed!"

"..." The fox that was about to jump off suddenly stopped.

In the next second, he hugged her.

Rub your head, kiss your ears.

"Little raccoon is not good, why is he disobedient?"

"After getting out of bed, I have to wash my paws again."

"...Aw~"

The fox lay in his arms and looked up.

The pupils are rippling and seductive.

The teenager hugged it tightly, took off his shoes, and went to bed.

"Little raccoon, we're going to sleep."

"..."

The fox, forced to lie down, patted its tail.

Immediately, he was crushed by the boy's legs.

"Don't move around, my little raccoon."

"...Aww!"

It struggled to no avail and was held down again.

"Little raccoon."

(End of this chapter)