Chapter 636： Bah, let go of that vixen fifteen

Chapter 636 呔, let go of that vixen fifteen

Speaking of this, it seems that I feel that I have not said enough.

Yun Kong thought for a while and then said: "I have to protect you, I can't be hard with them, and there are many of them, it is not suitable for us to be hard."

"Although it is said that all living beings are equal, but the female benefactor just now was bent on evil, and the Buddha probably didn't want to transcend her, so let her fall into the animal realm."

"Don't be afraid, I will protect you, don't fight with them, and don't put you in danger."

"Little demon, I will always protect you."

The last sentence was said unconsciously.

Just after he finished speaking, Yun Kong's ears were a little red.

At this moment, the different heartbeat made the little monk understand.

In the first 23 years, he cultivated as Bai Lian, and after that, he and Buddha would probably have no fate.

It's just that he is afraid of scaring this little demon, so he won't say it for the time being.

He just acts.

The little demon will understand his thoughts.

It doesn't matter if the little demon can't change shape for a lifetime.

What he likes is her soul, and he will like it all his life.

Hearing that Yun Kong turned on the chat mode in his ears, Ruan Ruan almost covered his ears.

But now the little paw is too small to hold back. In the end, I can only listen to Yun Kong there. I know what to say to myself. When it comes to exciting places, I will tighten myself a little. It seems that I am afraid that I will listen too intently. fall out?

Little monk, I think a lot.

Ruan Ruan didn't want to hear it, but the little monk wanted to talk.

The two of them walked for most of the day. As soon as Ruan Ruan looked up, he saw that the little monk's lips were white and his face was not very good-looking.

At this time, Ruan Ruan only remembered that the little monk had been whipped by that woman to protect himself.

"You..." Ruan Ruan took the initiative to speak, but it was a little awkward.

"Is the injury on your body okay?" Ruan Ruan hesitated for a while, but still took the initiative to speak.

It is a kindness for the little monk to protect her, she can't ignore her benefactor.

Who made her a little demon with only two hundred years of cultivation.

"Maybe I need to rest for a while." Yun Kong didn't feel how the wound was before.

The injury I suffered from practicing martial arts before, and the hardship I suffered, was much more uncomfortable than this wound.

But after walking for a long time, the little monk felt that something was wrong.

The location of the wound was crisp and numb, and there was some inexplicable itching. The most important thing was that the strength of the body was losing.

The situation is not quite right.

Yun Kong wanted to persevere, but the little fox didn't want him to leave.

"Then stop and rest." The little fox's voice was firm, although Yun Kong really wanted to bring Ruan Ruan to Chang'an City before dark, so that Ruan Ruan could still drink a basin of milk at night.

But he has no strength.

The entire back became numb, and if he continued to walk, he was afraid that he would not be conscious.

How can you protect the little demon in your arms?

"Okay." Resisting the discomfort, Yun Kong found a place and sat for a while.

As a result, in the next second, his eyes darkened and he fainted.

"Hold the grass?" The little fox couldn't hold back, and burst out a rough sentence.

The next second, he had to jump out of Yun Kong's arms.

It was only Yun Kong who protected her to the death, she spent a lot of effort to break free from the opponent's hands.

jumped down, and with his own dexterity, Ruan Ruan jumped to the back of the little monk and slapped his little paws.

Whoa.

His clothes were stripped off, revealing a particularly hideous, purple-black wound on his back.

The whip is poisonous.

This little monk has resisted all the way, and I don’t know how painful it is.

Now that he has passed out, Ruan Ruan pursed his lips, hating himself with only two hundred years of cultivation.