Feng Du was delighted when he heard this.
It turns out that my old friend is hard on the outside but soft on the inside.
"My friend, you're right. What's wrong with changing this eye-catching appearance? But my friend, I'm so relieved that you miss me so much~"
Bo Song rolled his eyes speechlessly and started again.
Meng Jin, who was standing beside him, couldn't stand the way he acted like a close friend of Bai Song.
He quietly took the pill from Bo Song's hand and stuffed it into the chattering mouth with a cold face.
“Cough cough cough——”
Feng Du clutched his throat tightly, staring in horror at the female cultivator who attacked him without a word.
"Donor, what did you give me to eat? And don't get too close to me. I have fairy vertigo."
Looking speechlessly at the Buddhist disciple whose face was red from coughing, Meng Jin felt that this person would most likely not become a stumbling block in his pursuit of love.
Then his expression relaxed and he decided to explain it to him.
"This is a disguise pill, it doesn't have any poison."
Hearing that there was no danpoxemia, Feng Du immediately put down his hand and approached Bai Song happily:
"Old friend, you still know how to play."
As he spoke, his voice changed.
Feng Du covered his mouth in surprise, unable to believe that the sweet voice just now came from him.
"Old friend??? Didn't you say there were no side effects?"
Looking at Feng Du's slowly changing expression, Bai Song smiled unkindly.
"It said there was no erysipelas, but it didn't say anything else."
Feng Du's expression was blank, and he muttered, "Monks don't tell lies—"
Seeing this, Meng Bodu, who was originally a transparent person, kindly took out an antique mirror and handed it to Feng Du.
Feng Du took the mirror in confusion and looked into it in confusion.
"Fuck! How the hell did I become a beautiful nun???"
Bo Song suppressed a laugh and said, "Monks don't tell lies."
"Fuck the monk—"
Meng Bodu snatched his mirror away with disgust, thinking that this Buddhist disciple was not serious.
He felt that his magic weapon was insulted.
The three of them looked at the helpless and furious Buddhist disciple, their eyes met, and they began to slip away from here tacitly.
When Feng Du recovered from his anger, only the vague backs of the three people were left.
"Bai Song—you are not a human being!!!"
Feng Du felt the changes in his body, and chased after the few people with red ears and cursing all the way.
The wind carried Feng Du's curses from afar to the ears of several people.
Meng Jin listened to these unpleasant curses with a blank expression.
After a long moment, he asked with a complicated expression, "Is he truly a disciple of the Zen school?"
Bo Song nodded as if it was normal. "So he practices silent meditation."
Ji Yao, who had been pretending to be mute all the way, saw that Feng Du could not catch up for a while, so he laughed out loud.
"Hahahahahahaha—you're worthy of being a chatterbox Buddhist who practices the Zen of Silence. This swear word has completely refreshed my vocabulary."
It has to be said that Ji Yao learned a lot of new words from his cursing.
When Ji Yao laughed, the expressions of the three people froze.
Meng Jin looked at Meng Bodu with a gloating look: You are in trouble, she likes a monk more than you.
Meng Bodu felt as if an arrow had been shot into his heart.
Bo Song frowned, and after a while he handed the alchemy furnace in his arms to Meng Bodu.
Without saying a word, he flew back in the direction he came from.
After a while, a sharp and rough howl came from the wind.
"Ah—Bosong, why the hell did you hit me?"
No reply.
“Ahhhhhhhhh——”
After beating the man, Bo Song grabbed Feng Du by the collar and said in a serious tone:
"Did you see the little tree cub in the alchemy furnace? If your dirty talk accidentally corrupts her, I will make your silence become a curse!"
Feng Du, with a bruised face and nose, was stunned when he heard this.
He asked why Bo Song came back angrily to beat him.
It turns out it was because of the little cub...
He turned his head and glanced at Bo Song with an awkward expression, then tried to discuss:
"My friend, you know, I'm...very difficult to control."
Feng Du was actually a little afraid of Bai Song, who was a whole head shorter than him.
After all, every time she would send the monks who were chasing him to the Western Paradise with an expressionless face.
The look on her face now made it seem like Feng Du would be the one to ascend to the Western Paradise in the next second...
After hearing this, Bo Song pursed his lips, and looked back and forth at his mouth thoughtfully:
"Can't control it? Then I'll sew your mouth shut first?"
Feng Du immediately covered his mouth and swallowed the swear words that were about to burst out uncontrollably.
“I can control it!!!”
After getting the accurate answer, Bo Song left the person behind and turned to leave.
Just as she took a step, she turned back and picked up the unusually tall nun on the ground.
He flew over to catch up with Meng Jin and the others.
The two people who were waiting there saw the bruised and swollen female nun in Bo Song's hands.
The corners of their mouths twitched.
How miserable——
Then came the journey day and night.
Feng Du really did as he promised and didn't swear along the way.
because......
He pinched himself to keep quiet.
Even though I suddenly saw his mouth opening and closing along the way, I didn't hear any unpleasant words.
Ji Yao almost laughed out loud.
When she couldn't hold it in any longer, she asked Bo Song to set up a soundproof barrier for her. After she finished laughing, he sent her a fairy letter and asked her to remove the barrier.
She was right. All the happiness along the way was brought by Feng Du's chattering.
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