Damn it, how could it think of that shameless guy Qiongqi.
Qilin snorted twice, strongly expelling the Qiongqi image from his mind, and then stared out the window with two round fox eyes in a daze.
So boring The more Qilin thought about it, the more bored he became, and his mind had already gone outside.
He simply didn't do anything else, just set up a barrier where the master slept and slipped out.
It has to go and find out more about Jing'an Temple from its owner.
Then leave this crappy place earlier, and it will be able to eat more meat outside earlier.
With this strong thought, Qilin quickly hid outside and watched the monk chanting sutras.
As he thought about it, Qilin felt that his eyes were spinning.
Sure enough, nothing about Buddhism is suitable for it.
Although its existence is an auspicious beast, Qilin is definitely not a qualified auspicious beast Qilin.
Shen Ziyu was used to the willful little temper he had developed from the beginning.
Unlike usual, there were many people coming to Jing'an Temple on this day.
Is there any special day?
Qilin tilted his head and ate the dried meat.
"Little fox, give me one."
Qilin was feeling comfortable while nibbling, but a voice suddenly came from beside him and startled him.
The bald monk is looking for it for dried meat Focus on: Dried meat You unruly people, how dare you steal my dried meat?
Qilin cannot speak to humans, and its round eyes and clever snort express its meaning.
He is indeed an interesting little fox The monk's eyes lit up.
To be honest, he had been paying attention to this little fox for more than a day or two.
Starting from its beautiful fur, to its smart little eyes, and its light jumping.
This made him extremely interested in this fox.
Fiery red little foxes are rare, especially those with a solid color like this fiery red one.
Make him enjoy it even more.
Qilin didn't care what the monk thought.
He held the dried meat and looked at him with disdain: Anyone who robs the dried meat is a bastard.
Except the master.
"Little fox, what's your name?"
The monk became even more interested when he saw its arrogant little appearance, and his eyes became more intense when he looked at him.
Sure enough, this fox is very interesting.
Qilin wouldn't tell him his name.
He kept chewing his own meat with his mouth open and looked at the group of people worshiping outside.
"Little fox, my name is Gu Ce, you have to remember it."
The monk looks young, but his name is Gu Ce.
It remembered that when it was with its owner before, it knew that most of the characters beginning with ancient characters were people at the master-uncle level of Jing'an Temple.
Is it possible that the little monk in front of me who seems to be only 18 or 19 years old is actually quite a lot older?
Gu Ce’s name is really weak.
Qilin snorted twice to express his disgust.
Seeing the little fox's appearance, Gu Ce became even more interested: "Tell me what your name is, little fox."
The little fox didn't want to talk to him.
He acted like I was a fox and couldn't speak.
Gu Ce smiled meaningfully, making Qilin feel the warm fur being blown by a cold wind: "Little fox, I know you can talk.
If you don't speak again, I will take off your fur and accompany me."
Damn it, is this a compassionate monk?
He actually wants to treat this cute creature so cruelly Qilin felt that the word monk was beyond the scope of his sanity. aa2705221: