Immortal Loves Cat Also

When the monk asked, Qingwu felt a cold feeling from the bottom of his heart. In the monk's eyes, the boundary was loosened or destroyed from time to time, which was just a sudden pleasure when he was bored, and the demons and ghosts who broke into the villa by chance were also playthings in his eyes. He didn't pay attention to the bodyguards who died in the hands of demons at all.

For him, these human lives are probably too cheap.

Qingwu looked at him, and her heart sank again and again. After a long time, she asked in a slightly hoarse voice: "however, if you let these demons and ghosts run in once, several people will die in the villa."

"So what? Their lives were protected by me. If it weren't for me, if the floating villa was gone, how could they live? " The monk sneered and took it for granted.

However, Qingwu's shallow hope fell, and she couldn't find anything to refute the monk.

Seeing her silence, the monk narrowed his eyes slightly and asked coldly, "aren't you pitying those dead people? So you want to use these to crusade against me? "

"The crusade is not. It's just a pity." Qingwu narrowed the cat's pupil slightly, and the corners of her lips raised a shallow arc. At this moment, she also smiled a little cool, "it's a pity... So many human lives."

She murmured softly. Suddenly she opened her eyes and handed the fish in her hand to the monk, "the roast fish you made last time tastes good. Please bake it for me again."

Qingwu smiled and seemed to forget the topic of the previous moment.

The monk looked at her deeply, took her fish, turned and walked into the small building, "come in."

Qingwu paused in place and followed him in. She suddenly remembered what the master said. She was cold and thin by nature, but mistakenly thought she valued love.

After entering the small building, the monk had no shadow. It seemed that he was not worried that Qingwu would take this opportunity to do something. Qingwu was a little stunned, and then began to walk around the small building impolitely. Anyway, the monk didn't say where she couldn't go, so she pretended not to know.

The small building has only two floors, and there is an empty yard behind it. The monk roasts fish in the yard. When Qingwu stood on the second floor and looked down, he saw the monk squatting there to roast fish. He was expressionless, flipping the fish with one hand and fiddling with firewood with the other hand from time to time, just like a skilled look.

Qingwu was almost amused by his serious way of roasting fish. In fact, she didn't think that the monk would roast fish himself.

"You are very good at grilling fish. Why did you say you couldn't when I first asked you?" Qingwu jumped down directly from the second floor. Anyway, she looked for the whole building roughly. For the time being, she didn't find the shadow of Ruo Fu Dao.

The monk raised his eyelids and hissed, "are you finished? Have you found Ruofu Dao? "

The expression of Qingwu, who was exposed by a sentence, was stiff. He was embarrassed and fell on the roast fish. He didn't dare to look into the monk's eyes. "I didn't find it. You hid it too tightly."

"Otherwise, you can lend it to me directly. I'll give it back to you when I'm finished, okay?" Qingwu turned his eyes and squatted down beside the monk with a flattering face.

The monk refused directly without looking at her: "No."

"Why? I won't break it, even if I borrow it? "

"No." The monk reached out and picked up the spices next to him, sprinkled them evenly on the fish, turned one side, "if it's so simple to lend it to you, what fun do I have?"