Chapter 30: Bowl Demon (9)

Xifeng, who had washed and cleaned from the bath room, just entered the house. Qingyuan, who had also washed white at first sight, sat at the table and immediately raised his hand.
The last time she shaved, her hair was curled up, forcing her to tie all her hair back, and her face was sore.
"Oh." Qingyuan pushed a cup of tea towards her. "Drink."
After the shower, someone made a pot of hot tea and handed it to himself. Xifeng felt this feeling wonderful. She took a sip, bitterly bitter, still cold ...
She quietly put it down, Qingyuan asked: "Delicious?"
"It tastes bad."
Qingyuan nodded vigorously: "That's right, the tea in the world is quite unpalatable."
"..." The point is not at all! It's because you brewed the tea for too long, okay! The west wind had calmed down, and it was ... the habit was good, she fell.
"hand."
The hand that had wrapped the fabric had been removed, and the wound was exposed again. Qingyuan was about to pull her clothes. When she saw her, she glared and reached out to Xiaohuo. He looked, oh, Xiaohuo was wearing no clothes.
Xifeng snorted and drew a roll of gauze and medicine from his arms: "We will tear our clothes, why don't you tear your own."
"It's great, it won't tear. It's not as bad as ordinary clothes. It's so bad when it's ripped."
"..." Xifeng looked away from the dark window, why did she say this to the fairy from Jiuxiao.
"Okay." Qingyuan put the gauze tail away and said, "The wound is much better than before. Remember, don't go to the dirty place, otherwise the wound will get worse."
"Ok."
"hair."
Qingyuan was about to touch and was immediately stopped by the west wind. She was afraid, "What are you going to do?"
"Dry it, your hand hurts." Qing Yuan took off the dry towel on her shoulder and twisted her hair in the manner of her. The west wind was terrified, fearing that he would suddenly do something terrible again.
But there is something to learn, and Qingyuan, who already knows how to control the force, has not twisted it, and wiped it one by one.
Xifeng's heart was gradually lowered, and he looked up slightly, his white face was quiet, and his eyes were very peaceful, like a warm spring day, a little intoxicating.
Oops, pleasing to the eye.
As long as he does not speak, he is a beautiful man!
"Your hair ..." Qingyuan raised his eyebrows, "Dry, not black, but ..."
"Shut up." Xifeng covered his mouth with one hand, and she knew he was not a standard beautiful man.
Qingyuan removed her hand: "I'll pick you a fruit and I won't do it."
"Oh."
"It's flat peach."
"... Be sure to give me a basket!"
"No, eating too much with mortal constitution will vomit blood."
"Take it for sale."
Qingyuan suddenly realized.
Xifeng sees that Xiao Huo has been touching his ears, and is still very quiet today, curious, "Xiao Huo, why are you talking today?"
"Huh?" Xiaohuo shook her ears and looked at her open lips, shouting, "What are you talking about?"
"..."
Qingyuan explained: "The little black demon cried in its ears, and deafened Xiaohuo's ears."
Xifeng picked up his ears and approached loudly: "A big monster you are always being bullied by a group of black qi, you are so sorry."
"Huh? What are you talking about ??"
"..." Xifeng punched it in the head and said angrily, "No, what!"
The two of them were going to make her mad.
Qingyuan said: "Xiaohei said when he walked, he didn't eat the demon bowl."
Xifeng's eyes brightened and darkened, and if he didn't eat, it meant that he could still be found by the people in the Ling Temple. Xifeng twisted his eyebrows: "If you are still in the demon world, you have to wait a few days before the snacks are sold out."
But she must not be able to go to the demon world, and she did not want to go.
Qingyuan's younger brother was there, he wouldn't go; Li Qianqian was there, she wouldn't go either.
Stand by and wait?
Westwind didn't think much, and staying in the town for a few days, it cost a lot of money to eat, drink and drink. She tapped the abacus in her heart and said, "We will leave tomorrow morning."
"Ah--" Qing Yuan suddenly thought of something, "We, forgot a person."
Westwind confused: "Who?"
"my good friend."
"Your friend is ..." Xifeng flicked the table, waking up like a dream, "Ah! Fengqing Shenjun! Master Baili!"
The one who entered the demon world together, but just after entering, chased the breeze where the goblin ran away ...
When he left, he completely forgot.
Xifeng calmly said: "It's not a kid anymore, I will come out by myself."
Xiao Huo is still playing his own ears, can't hear, can't hear, what are they talking about.
"Boom boom."
Three knocks on the door arrived at a specific time.
The west wind stunned the god, bowl demon?
But how did it leave the world of demon, like this kind of eating bowl, is it not to wait until the birthday of the demon king's birthday?
She took the flute and went outside. She looked outside at the railing. It was knocking in front of a shop. It was really a bowl demon.
She rolled over and jumped towards the bowl. The bowl demon noticed that someone was coming, looked back, and immediately fled.
When I saw the bowl demon running away from the west wind, I felt a sore calf. I was chased with pant last time. I was afraid that I would have to catch up with me again this time. She touched her body and didn't bring anything to eat. She stood calmly and asked, "I have something to eat, do you want it?"
A loud response came from the sky-"Liar!"
"..." Does she have a fierce look on her face? ? ? By what Qingyuan said, it believed.
Mother's!
The west wind chased it in the direction of its escape, to catch up anyway tonight, and then beat it.
The bowl demon still escapes quickly, but Westwind has the last tracking experience, knows where it is fleeing, and runs directly in that direction.
The bowl demon who can't be changed, if discovered by the people in the Spirit Temple, is also very easy to be caught.
After fleeing to the last grove, the bowl demon continued to move forward, and the west wind speeded up, finally it was not thrown away by it.
After chasing for another two moments, suddenly the demon spirit of the demon bowl disappeared and disappeared in front.
Westwind was puzzled, and when she stopped, she found that she was not an empty mountain.
In the middle of the mountain, there is an abandoned temple.
The shady mountain breeze blew through the dilapidated temple in the middle of the night, blowing the door and swaying, making an old and slow noise.
"Bang ... Bang ..."
Thumping and squeaking, the entire abandoned temple, like a living creature, was talking to the person standing in front of the door.
Xifeng sniffed slightly, and said, "Even the little fairies that are supported in the temple are still there. There should be no monsters daring to enter here. Where did the bowl of monsters go?"
She frowned, not sure if she would go in to disturb the fairies.
Qingyuan glanced and said, "Inside."
Westwind unexpectedly said: "Aren't you afraid of being beaten?"
Qingyuan pondered for a moment and said, "It probably feels that being beaten by them is better than being beaten by you."
"... is this your truth?"
Qingyuan straightened his waist and waved his hands stiffly: "No."
The west wind snorted. The road in this mountain was inconvenient and was not built very large. It was probably because it was not very effective. So few people came to visit. Over time, there were no pilgrims and no people. A broken temple.
The dilapidated door was still hanging beside the door and could not accommodate a person. When the west wind pushed, the door fell down, and the thick dust was photographed on the ground. All it saw were spider webs.
The west wind was coughing and she clapped her hands in the dust. She thought the dust would dissipate. Who thought that the dust was thicker and thicker, and then thicker, and finally turned into a burst of smoke, completely blocking her sight.
"Qingyuan? Qingyuan?"
Xifeng shouted, but he didn't answer, and suddenly he held it in one hand and took her by the wrist. She narrowed her eyes and tried to look through the dust. Her hands were white and slender, and she could barely see the cuffs blue. She settled down: "Qingyuan."
But still no one could see her, her eyelashes gradually piled up thick dust, so that her eyes could not open.
Standing in the nearby Qingyuan, he saw a hand holding west wind and slowly walked deep into the temple. He tilted his head and looked at it, not knowing who the hand was, so Westwind followed him obediently.
unhappy.
He stepped forward to pass by, and followed Xifeng. Suddenly, a huge bowl with a bowl in front of him blocked him: "Do some charity."
"I do not have."
"How about beef jerky? No ... I don't want it ... I can't bite ..." said the bowl demon. "Thank you for saving me last time, otherwise I would be broken by the people in the temple."
"Huh." Qingyuan said, "Don't bully Westwind."
"She is a bad guy."
"She is not a bad person."
"She is." Bowl demon stubborn, "Bad villain."
Qingyuan looked at it, frowned and said, "I won't give you jerky anymore." He pushed it away and went into the billowing dust to find the west wind.
The bowl demon also has to keep up, with seven or eight figures appearing behind him, each with a different appearance.
"Don't go, it's the Dragon God, can't afford it."
"Just scare away the monster catcher."
"That will scare her."
A few words fell, and the west wind pulled by that hand in the dust was almost breathless. Ah, filthy, she was just finished taking a bath, and didn't want to wash it again.
Suddenly, the dust struck her, and fluttered at her again, and Westwind only felt a handful of dust in her eyebrows, crying without tears.
The hand that held her was also dusty.
She still led her forward calmly, not knowing where to take it.
Xifeng looked at him, raised his eyebrows suddenly, held the flute in one hand, and waved the slender white and clean hand.
Sword slashed, his hands instantly turned into dust and scattered into thousands of dust particles.
Westwind sneered: "It really is fake."
How could the clean-loving dragon tolerate his hands full of dust, and even less so calm, so it must be a fake.
"Hahahaha……"
In the dust and mist, weird laughter came.
I can't see people, and I don't have any demon spirit.
"Hahahaha……"
The constant laughter echoed in the fog.
West wind akimbo, casually picked a direction loudly: "Hee! Hey!"
"..."
Xifeng hummed and laughed again, and she sang, to see if she laughed awkwardly or if she sang more awkwardly.
In the white dust, a cyan figure came slowly. The figure is very tall, and his figure is long and well-proportioned. Xifeng looked at the fake coming calmly, and his long sword was ready. Come to pit her to see how she slaughtered the monster that pretends to be the blue dragon.
Qingyuan has been covered with spiritual power, and the dust must not be close. Going all the way, seeing that Xifeng had not followed that hand, he couldn't help getting up, and accelerated his pace towards her. As soon as she approached, she also drew her into the psychic hood and hugged it hard, and then saw the dust flying and threw him all over.
He stiffened, stood up straight, and lifted her out of the psychic cover with a "huh--", bowing his head and patting the dust on his body.
The west wind blown by the wind and dust in the sandstorm when he carried it back to the corner of the mouth-this is definitely the guy of the Qinglong!
She was choked to death by the dust and patted the spiritual cover: "Let me go in."
Qingyuan flatly refused: "No!"
"... Can you feel a little pity for Xiangxixiyu's consciousness?"
Qingyuan glanced at her and retorted: "You are not fragrant, but dirty."
The west wind exploded: "... Then you go back! What are you doing here to stay!"
Qingyuan struggling to pat the dust looked up at her, and then looked at the raging dust behind her, widened her eyes, and immediately nodded: "Well, I will wait for you at the inn."
"... split, hand, let's go!"
The west wind exploded, and he turned away. After a half-step, he turned back suddenly, slammed his head into the spiritual force cover, and threw himself on Qingyuan again.
In the spiritual hood, dust suddenly flew, and Qingyuan was stunned, and his body was stiff.
Want to ... cry ...