Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

In the opposite room, song Huisheng and Yuan Xun could do less. Song Huisheng, like Cheng Xiu, walked around the room to make sure that there was no wooden Buddha statue in the room. Although he knew it was impossible to find it, he was still a little lost.

And Yuan Xun sat at the table, looking at his series of behaviors, casually asked: "you were so close to the little monk before, do you see anything?"

Song echoed Leng for a while, shaking his head, "I still can't see what he is."

Although he thought the little monk was very strange, he really couldn't see what the little monk was.

"Do you see that, my lord?" Song asked Yuanxun.

Yuan Xun smiles, obviously seeing something, but he doesn't tell Song Hui Hui.

Even though song Huisheng was worried, he did not dare to urge yuan Xun. He vaguely realized that although yuan Xun had few words, he was actually more inhuman than Rong Shen and Cheng Xiu.

I'm afraid if Rong Shen had not intervened in this matter, Yuan Xun would have ignored him even more.

Rongshen and Chengxiu on the opposite side really fall asleep, while neither song Huisheng nor yuan Xunyou wants to sleep. They are sitting at the table, relatively silent.

Yuan Xun held his hands and lowered his eyebrows. From the front, he seemed to have fallen asleep.

But when there was a sound outside, he was more aware of it than Song Hui Hui, who had been awake all along.

"My lord..." Song Huisheng can't help but stand up and obviously wants to go outside to have a look.

But yuan Xunyi grabbed him and even directly pulled his arm. He dragged the man to the bed with great strength and pulled the quilt to cover them.

Yuan Xun's action is very fast. When song Huisheng returns to his senses, he has been pushed to the side of the bed by Yuan Xun. He opens his lips to talk, but he sees yuan Xun's eyes narrowed slightly. The next moment, Yuan Xun closes his eyes.

Song echoed for a moment, reacted quickly, and then closed his eyes.

They breathed gently, as if they were asleep.

The direction of the news was not the room where the monk with scar and the little monk lived, but from the kitchen.

There lived the old monk who was a little hard to hear.

At first, it was just a little noise. It sounded like a mouse was looking for food in the kitchen. Later, the sound stopped for a while, and then it was in the corridor when it started again.

Is the sound of footsteps, the man did not hide the slightest, swaggered to the two rooms after there was no movement.

At the beginning, Rong Shen and Cheng Xiu opened their eyes at the same time. They looked at each other and closed their eyes together.

The footsteps stopped between the two rooms, as if hesitating to go there.

But he didn't hesitate for long, because the door of the room opposite opened, the little monk came out, looked back at the room, and made sure that the monk with scar on the bed was still asleep, so he closed the door.

"What do you want to do?" The little monk's low voice began to ring.

The figure laughed, and then a shrill voice came up, "I'm hungry."

This voice is so sharp that people can't tell whether it's a man's voice or a woman's voice, but it's uncomfortable to listen to, subconsciously associate with the most disgusting thing.

The little monk seemed very impatient. He said in a low voice, "bear it, if you dare to mess around here and let my elder martial brother find out if it's wrong, don't blame me!"