Bao Ma is rich in the realm of self-cultivation

Chapter 948 Shuixin's troubles ([-])
Cloud crystal sky.

The land of the Qingluan clan.Green water, green mountains, towering ancient trees, and spiritual mist surround rare and exotic grasses.

The man with an extremely beautiful face gracefully raised his hand, stroking his head, pressing and scratching, his long black hair flew away from his head and fell under the waterfall, revealing a radiant head that could compete with the sun and the moon.

"Hu Zhuzhu, go, pick it up." Shui Xin slapped the bridge formed by a giant natural tree, and made Hu Zhuzhu squat on a thick branch and pretend to be dead.

Hu Huahua opened her eyelids, looked at him lazily and contemptuously, and closed them again.

Shui smiled angrily: "You poor bird, you are getting lazy. Didn't I find the fruit of speech for you to eat? Tell me!"

Hu Zhuzhu sighed first, he really didn't want to talk, it's so boring to go to jail with a dead monk every day.

"You have the ability to treat me, and you have the ability to rush out of here." Hu Zhuzhu's voice was sharp, and it was not a good bird to hear it.

Shui Xin rubbed her ears: "You don't look good, and your voice is not good. After eating so many spirit fruits, you still look gray and listless. You are too unworthy of me."

Hu Zhuzhu sneered: "Am I following you? You robbed me. If you can't stand it, let me go."

Shui Xin smiled: "I won't be fooled by you, so I won't let you go as soon as you provoke me—we have a deep relationship to talk about whether to let you go or not."

Hu Zhuzhu snorted, and simply buried her head in her wings, out of sight and out of mind: Boss, I miss you so much, come and save me.

Hu Huahua: Huh?who?Hu Zhuzhu?It seems that I don't know each other.

At this time, a woman walked slowly from one end of the tree bridge to the center of the water. She had a graceful figure and a high bearing, and her every step and waist twisted were beautiful.The neon clothes and feathers on her body are moved by the wind formed by water vapor, and the ribbons are flying, as beautiful as a song.

"Why did you throw away the wig again? I said you don't like letting your hair grow out." The woman stopped in front of Shui Xin, looked straight at his face and admired it.

In her eyes, there is admiration, appreciation, and condescension.

Facing this person, Shui Xin was also helpless: "If you like it, I will give you this face."

The woman chuckled: "The same face looks different on different people. You are a monk, do you need me to tell you that the face is born from the heart? Your face is beautiful when it grows on others. It is extremely calamitous for the water world, but it happens to grow on you, a Buddha, with the light of the precious appearance, I see it is more beautiful and more impressive."

She turned to the waterfall, and the water stopped when she raised her hand, forming a natural water mirror, and a beautiful face that was both smiling and angry was reflected in the water mirror.

"I heard that there was a once-in-a-million-year beauty in Qi Yetian. I went to see it excitedly, but that's all. This kind of beauty is just average in my Qingluan clan. I came back disappointed. I didn't expect the real beauty to be in Yun Jingtian Make trouble. Hehe, what a surprise for me."

When the hand fell, the waterfall fell into the pool in an uproar, and the water droplets splashed.

She turned to Shui Xin, smiled and said, "You little monk runs really fast, and the patriarch has to send someone to pick you up."

Shui Xin smiled: "That's not called picking up, it's called catching."

Patriarch Qingluan laughed: "It doesn't matter what you call it, what's important is that I like your face, and I haven't gotten tired of it yet."

Shui Xin sighed: "Patriarch, you are much prettier than the little monk."

Being praised by such a beautiful person for being more beautiful, Patriarch Qingluan smiled elatedly: "Look, you look good, and you speak nicely, so I can't let you go."

Shui Xin smiled: "I was taught by you, the patriarch, when I spoke badly. I can't beat you."

Patriarch Qingluan smiled even more happily.Shui Xin is right, she is even more beautiful than Shui Xin, she is like mist on a quiet mountain without smiling, and when the mist dissipates when she smiles, all kinds of thick and vivid colors rush to her face, which is refreshing.

Such a good-looking person has a quirk of collecting beauties.

Shui Xin was frustrated, and he was trapped, but it was only because of his face. Could it be that his professional ability to deliver retribution is not outstanding?

Sincere request: "My face will not wither for a while. You let me go first, and I promise you, I will come back when I finish my work, okay?"

Patriarch Qingluan smiled brightly, red lips were dripping: "Do you think this patriarch will believe what men say?"

Shui Xin: "The little monk is not a man, but the little monk is a monk."

Patriarch Qingluan's smile deepened: "The little monk doesn't want to be a man, so this patriarch can help you."

His eyes slid down to him.

She was joking, but this monk is shameless.

"The patriarch has this intention, and the monk is willing to fulfill it."

Patriarch Qingluan choked, and shook his sleeves, as if he was shaking off something unclean.

"The presence or absence of that thing still has a great impact on the face. The patriarch likes your current appearance, so you can keep it for now."

Shui Xin sighed a long time, as if accusing someone of saying nothing.

The patriarch of Qingluan, Heixian, this monk, looks more and more unscrupulous, sometimes I really want to kick him out, but——I can't bear this face.

Thinking of the next thing, Patriarch Qingluan said seriously: "You go out with me."

Shui Xin: "Then you let me go?"

Patriarch Qingluan stroked his hair: "What are you thinking, I just want to admire your face at any time."

Shui Xin was speechless: "Patriarch, the monsters are the most outstanding in terms of appearance among the three tribes. I am not bad among the human race, but I can't compare with the beauties of your monster race. If you appreciate beauties, the monster race can satisfy you more. "

Patriarch Qingluan smiled proudly: "There is a way to see the beauty of each eye. Do you know the dragon girl of the dragon clan? The monster clan said that she is good-looking, but I saw that she was far inferior to me. I think you are good-looking."

Shui Xin: "."

His face really killed him.

"That's what you arranged. Could it be that the monk can still resist?"

Patriarch Qingluan was in a good mood when he saw his cooperation, and he was willing to say a few more words with him: "There is a bad guy from your human race who has been sneaking around in Yunjingtian for a long time. Recently, he finally revealed his true purpose. I will take you to Watch the fun."

Shui Xin opened her eyes wide in cooperation: "There are people who dare to make trouble in the Yaozu's place, how can the patriarch tolerate him."

Patriarch Qingluan laughed: "He thinks that no one has discovered his tricks, but how can he, a human race, understand the methods of the monster clan, just for fun."

"Who? Who is so stupid and ridiculous?" Shui Xin asked, not flattering, really curious.

"Well, I don't know his identity. It's strange to say that although he is a human race, he seems to know some things about our demon race very clearly, some old things that we can't even remember. Help me Think about it, why is that?"

Shui Xin: "Perhaps I got some inheritance, letters, and notes from the old senior."

The patriarch of Qingluan murmured: "That's the possibility. Well, come with me. Do you want to bring this stupid bird?"

Hu Zhuzhu was still buried in her head.

Shui Xin hugged her: "Take, this is my little baby."

Hu Zhuzhu shuddered, it was so disgusting.

Patriarch Qingluan walked a few steps ahead, and suddenly remembered something: "By the way, do you know Changji Gate?"

Shui Xin: "Huh? Changji Sect is one of the top ten sects. The patriarch asked, does Changji Sect produce someone who is prettier than me?"

"Heh. People who look better than you don't happen only once in ten thousand years. Changjimen raises a monster without knowing it." The corner of the Qingluan patriarch's mouth curled up sarcastically, "It's ridiculous for a monster raised by a monk to become a monster king I'm dead."

(End of this chapter)