After the cannon fodder monk crossed the demon

Chapter 15 Hurry Up

Duan Lige pushed Shen Shu's hand away, and said indifferently: "Why, pretend to be noble after seducing me? Shen Shu, you really have the ability!"

Hearing this, Shen Shu was quite helpless, "Sect Master Duan, don't make fun of me."

Duan Lige shook his head, turned around and leaned against the pillar behind him, looked at the fire, and thought about something.

Shen Shu pondered for a while what Duan Lige's words meant, what did he mean... Seduced him?So Zongzhu Duan had that kind of habit, which he really didn't expect.

"Senior, draw a magic talisman - use blood as a sacrifice, heavenly secret to kill demons, this is what I read in the scriptures in our library, why, the Taoist cultivators in the city..." Shen Shu put those things aside at the moment, After all, Duan Lige is a great power in the cultivation world, since he is here with him now, he can only stand in the same camp as him for the time being.

"Have you ever thought that there are demons among those Taoist cultivators?" Duan Lige said indifferently.

Shen Shu paused.It really answered his speculation.

Seeing that Shen Shu stopped talking, Duan Lige smiled: "Why, Cultivator Shen, who has cultivated for many years, was shocked?"

Shen Shu pursed her lips: "No. I just thought of Bai Jinzhao, him and others... Well, this trip down the mountain really made me know something."

Duan Lige's eyes reflecting the fire light trembled suddenly, and then he looked at Shen Shu coldly: "Do you want to go back and worship the current dual cultivation again?"

It is really hard to guess what the suzerain Duan was thinking in his heart. Shen Shu lowered his eyes and sighed, "It is recorded in the scriptures that the painted magic talisman is born of the devil, and the eyes of the formation are in the place where the devil is the most powerful. Sovereign, if you still have that leisurely heart, let's find out where the place of demonic obstacles is."

Duan Lige sneered, "You like being wronged, and you still want to bring me?"

Shen Shu was helpless, "Senior, no matter what, it was you who started drawing the magic talisman."

"This seat does not have your mind to save the common people."

Seeing Duan Lige's indifferent appearance, Shen Shu pursed his lips. Although he knew that it was useless to explain, Shen Shu still wanted to explain to Duan Lige for some reason, "Senior, you misread me. I am not a person who has passed through the world. Miss Lin took you and me into the woodshed that day, it was a favor and should be repaid; because of my fault, Miss Lin sacrificed the magic talisman. I just paid my debt."

Duan Lige shook his head indifferently, thinking about paying his debt, why don't he think about how to pay the debt he has done in his inner palace?

Seeing that Duan Lige didn't intend to move, Shen Shu lowered his eyes, "The junior came to investigate on his own."

After finishing speaking, Shen Shu glanced at Duan Lige's indifferent appearance, couldn't help looking at him, and said, "Senior, if you are annoyed because I blocked that slap last night, please don't take it to heart. Even if you are possessed by demons, this junior will definitely obey your master's order and escort you to Qingshan Temple safely."

Duan Lige was stunned imperceptibly when he met Shen Shu's cold and firm gaze.

Then he thought to himself, heh, is he escorting him to Qingshan temple, or is he trying to achieve double cultivation?

Shen Shu withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes, and put his hands close together, which meant to open his consciousness.

Duan Lige raised his hand to stop Shen Shu's movement.

Shen Shu: "..."

"senior?"

Duan Lige was helpless, he didn't expect that he had already made a plan, but he was still defeated by Shen Shu.

When he got out of the fantasy painting world, he would definitely play with Shen Shu once and tell him that his life would be worse than death. He would only beg to admit his mistakes, and then he would purge his true energy little by little.

To avenge this.

"Come here."

After finishing speaking, Duan Lige let go of Shen Shu's hand, closed his eyes, opened the illusion world with his spiritual sense, and a mirror opened in front of him.

I saw a land entwined with black air, and the farthest eyes were barren, with a temple looming in between.

And when the mirror was opened wider, Shen Shu saw the person who worshiped the Dao of Longevity that Jinzhao was carrying.

"Bye brother?"

Shen Shu frowned.

Duan Lige withdrew his consciousness at this moment, and glanced at Shen Shu.

"There's no need to be so urgent, Shen Shu? You look so weak now, can you still play?"

Shen Shu was stunned for such blunt words, and then couldn't help blushing.

"The junior Qingxiu doesn't have that kind of thought. Let's go to that temple quickly."

With that said, Shen Shu got up and recited the art of controlling the sword.

Duan Lige got up and stopped Shen Shu's arm, "Run to save my lover, I am very touched when I see you."

"Is it so good to pay homage to the present? Let Cultivator Shen be so obsessed with it, for fear that something will happen to him?"

Duan Lige held Shen Shu's shoulders, leaned closer to his side, looked at Shen Shu's expression of helplessly pursing his lips, and thought to himself that this skill is not shallow.

It is this appearance that is particularly attractive.

When this matter is over and he leaves the fantasy painting world, he insists on torturing him to confess his conspiracy, and will only cry and beg him for mercy.

If this fair face was covered with tears from being tortured, it must be very ecstasy.

When Duan Lige traveled to the north and south of the Yangtze River, he also met those mortal gentlemen in the Rouge Building, but no matter how you look at it, they can't match Shen Shu's amorous feelings.

The cold face, the intention of making troubles, and the retreat of wanting to refuse...

Sensing a hand clenched on the back of his waist, Shen Shu secretly tensed up, and hurriedly recited two heart-purifying mantras, "Senior, have you grasped it firmly?"

Duan Lige turned his head, and the tip of his tall nose brushed against Shen Shu's ear:

"Hurry up."