The host was abducted by money

Chapter 707 Donor Wait Slowly (35)

Xuanqing was looking for a suitable place to enter Lan's house.

"Let me out." Su Mu's lazy voice came from the golden bowl, obviously just waking up.

After untiing the barrier, Su Mu's head drooped on the edge of the golden bowl, and he raised his eyes to look at Xuan Qing: "Stretch out your hand."

Xuan Qing obediently held out her other hand.

There were faint teeth marks on that hand.

This is left by Su Mu.

Su Mu bit his own paw, and then used his own blood to draw a talisman on Xuan Qing's palm.

"Print it on your forehead."

He did.

The blood stained his forehead.

Like the flowers on the forehead.

Xuanqing was originally handsome and extraordinary, this embellishment added a bit of beauty, a contradictory temperament like a community of demons and gods.

Su Mu looked at him, met his amber eyes, and hooked his little paws.

Xuan Qing understood what she meant, she was asking him to approach her face.

Leaning down in front of her.

Su Mu's little bloody paws were also printed on his side face.

There was her paw print on Xuan Qing's side face.

Small and very cute.

"Stamp it." Su Mu said in a serious tone.

But Xuanqing felt that the place on the side of her face that was imprinted by her paw was faintly hot.

He didn't realize that his ears were slightly red.

The spell drawn by Su Mu is to cover up Xuan Qing's aura.

Entering Lan's house with the breath of a beast will only make the powerful monster think that some animal has entered by mistake.

"Thank you benefactor, the poor monk bandaged the wound on your hand for you."

Xuan Qing grabbed her blood-stained little paw, tore off the cuff, made it into cloth strips, and then bandaged her wound.

Su Mu let him bandage it carefully, but in fact, this wound was nothing to her, and it would recover in a few days.

It was rare for him to take the initiative, but Su Mu followed him.

After the bandage was finished, Xuan Qing looked at the bandaged paw.

amount……

Wrapped into a ball...

Su Mu withdrew his paw and said lightly, "Thank you."

Xuan Qing clenched his fist on his lips and coughed awkwardly.

"The poor monk will re-bandage the donor."

Just because her paws are too small, a small piece of cloth is tangled into a ball.

"No need, it's well packed."

Nine thousand years old: ...

Host, please touch the treasure in your bracelet space and say this sentence! ?
Does conscience hurt?
Su Mu and Xuanqing stepped into the Lan family.

At night, most of Lan's family had already fallen asleep, but there were still a few people guarding the lobby where Lan Yi's body was stored.

While Xuan Qing was still thinking about what to do, he was already knocked unconscious by that silver-white figure.

Xuan Qing: ...

Amitabha, good and good, after this matter is over, he must go back to the temple to be punished, and then plead guilty in front of the Buddha.

"What are you still doing?" Su Mu turned to look at Xuan Qing, and then was about to jump on the coffin that was already closed, but was intercepted by Xuan Qing.

"Benefactor, wait for the poor monk to recite a piece of requiem."

It is really wrong to disturb the souls of the dead, so before that, you still need to read a paragraph first.

Su Mu sat on his shoulder and waited for him to finish reading.

Then Xuan Qing's staff appeared and lifted the lid of the coffin.

"Benefactor, don't look at evil." Xuan Qing said softly to Su Mu.

Su Mu turned around on his shoulder, with his back to him.

Xuan Qing carefully lifted Lan Yi's collar, and inspected the wound on his chest.

It seemed to be injured by a sharp weapon, the wound was neat, and it looked old.

It's really just like what the good people in Yamen and Lan said.

This wound seems to be just Lan Yi's accidental injury many years ago, and there is nothing special about it.

(End of this chapter)