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Chapter 117 Sadistic Literary Girl Cannon Fodder She Collapsed (12)

Obviously the leader of the Demon Cult has left, but too many memories flashed back and forth in Su Qinghuan's mind, which almost made her brain explode.

For a while, the peacock man in red was gently and attentively picking off flowers for her, and for a while, he was ruthlessly throwing her into the crowd of beggars to ruin her.

——It turns out that Miss Su also likes this piece of red lotus?But Miss Su, you are so good-looking, standing next to the sea of ​​flowers makes the flowers pale in comparison.

——Does Ms. Su think it is necessary for me to coax you?Until today, this seat only knows what it means to be a person who is better than a flower.

——Su Qinghuan, I have never liked you before, you are the one who pretends to be passionate!If you hadn't been lucky enough to look similar to Meier, I wouldn't have entertained you as Meier's substitute for so long!
——Meier, don't be angry, I've never liked that shameless woman, let alone touched her!

——Meier, don’t you believe it?I threw her to a group of beggars, Meier, can you watch a show with me?Be good, Meier, don't cry...

The peach blossom eyes of the leader of the Demon Cult are charming and sparkling, which can make you think that she is the happiest woman in the world, or send you to hell in the blink of an eye.

Gentle and cruel, all in one.

……

Su Qinghuan's lips trembled, and veins popped out of her hands uncontrollably.

When she received these memories at first, she was fine, but when she saw the true figure of the Demon Cult leader, these memories combined with the resentment of the original owner, making her feel nauseous!
——The original owner was unwilling to be humiliated, and only when he broke his heart!
Her feelings for her elder brother Yun Miao can be said to be a childhood sweetheart's ignorant first love, but for the peacock man in red just now, it is a truly unforgettable deep love!
Like a helpless traveler who was thrown into the sea, he regarded the leader of the Demon Cult as the only survival plank that could float to the shore, but was ruthlessly abandoned in the end.

The more it is regarded as redemptive love, the stronger the hatred after being betrayed.

Seeing the little fox's expression getting more and more out of order, and his lips turning purple, this is clearly a sign of madness!
Zhan Chen's phoenix eyes were startled, and he sternly reminded him almost immediately.

"Qing Huan benefactor, calm down and concentrate!"

A man in a white monk's robe clasped his hands together, reciting Buddhist scriptures with compassion and concern.

From the "Pure Heart Mantra" to the "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra", the small-leaf red sandalwood beads in his hand turned slightly, as if forming a mysterious atmosphere invisibly.

"Shariputra, is the empty appearance of all dharmas, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor clean, neither increasing nor decreasing..."

The white-clothed monk's voice was like a clear spring. The little fox was full of demons in his heart, but at this moment, he was suddenly pulled back from that resentment and regained his senses.

"Master Zhanchen, thank you. Otherwise, I might really go crazy."

The girl in the dusty clothes smiled as if she was a little disappointed. The way she forced herself to show off her face made Zhan Chen suddenly feel a little restless.

Even when she caught a glimpse of Su Qinghuan about to jump into the river before, the girl turned her head, her black starry eyes still revealed a bit of cunning, but now the aura in her eyes is gone, and she looks a little sullen.

The monk in white pursed his lips and spoke very seriously.

"Sponsor Qing Huan, I don't know what you have to do with that Demon Sect monster just now, but you should cheer up."

In Zhan Chen's eyes, it is more suitable for Su Qinghuan to be in high spirits.

Zhan Chen hesitated for two seconds, then looked at the little fox seriously, and spoke sincerely.

"If Master Qinghuan doesn't mind, you can tell the little monk what's on your mind, maybe I can explain it to you, Master Qinghuan."

……

The little fox raised his eyebrows pretending to be relaxed.

"Why is Master Zhanchen so nice to me? Could it be that he fell in love with me?"

"..."

Even though the atmosphere was still very serious just now, the monk in white never expected that the girl who had looked lonely just now was in the mood to tease herself at this moment.

With an embarrassed look on his face, he clasped his hands together and performed a Buddhist salute in front of him.

"Amitabha, seeing that the Qing Huan benefactor is in the mood to make fun of the little monk, presumably the Qing Huan benefactor doesn't have any real troubles that need to be resolved."

"Who said I don't need it?"

Su Qinghuan coughed lightly, then stretched out her hand suddenly, and grabbed the sleeve of the monk in white.

In the astonished eyes of the other party, she looked earnest.

"Master Zhanchen, can you let me lean on for a while? What I want to talk about is a bit heavy."

Clearly knowing that men and women can't kiss each other, but looking at the little fox's eyes that are too clean, Zhan Chen's heart softens. After all, she is only a half-grown child.

"Okay, tell me."

One fox and one monk sat in front of the bonfire like this. Su Qinghuan succeeded in her trick and leaned her head obediently on the robe of the white-clothed monk.

The man had broad shoulders, and Su Qinghuan's mood gradually calmed down.

"I have a half-sister, her mother conceived her in a very despicable way, and killed my mother. 18 years later, my sister came over, united three bad guys, and killed me again Father, you planted a vicious Gu on me."

"I escaped with great difficulty. I wanted to go to Jiangnan because I wanted to invite Master Kong to testify for me. And the leader of the Demon Cult just now is one of the bad guys, and the other two are hypocritical righteous people."

The monk in white was stunned when he heard this. In fact, this story sounds incredible. He has never heard of the Demon Cult colluding with righteous heroes.

What's more, why did these three people target an ordinary-looking little beggar?

"You do not believe?"

Su Qinghuan naturally understood the doubt in Zhan Chen's eyes. She was about to say something more, but Zhan Chen suddenly grabbed her hand and began to feel her pulse.

"No, of course I believe you!"

The pulse fluctuated, as if something was causing trouble.

The monk in white frowned. He stared fixedly at Su Qinghuan and the girl's eyes. Her eyes were like the brightest and clearest stars in the world.

But Zhan Chen never thought that after experiencing the pain of losing his father and mother, he could still have such clean and firm eyes!

——Su Qinghuan looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, and was supposed to be the most favored by her parents, but fate...

The more he thought about it, the more he felt a faint pain somewhere in his heart.

"Benefactor Qing Huan, you said you've been hit by a Gu...can I help you?"

There was something in the little fox's words, and he looked at each other strangely.

"Master Zhanchen, ahem...do you really want to help me out of Gu? Are you willing to give everything?"

The monk in white looked sincere. The Buddha said that I will not go to hell, whoever goes to hell, Zhan Chen has always felt that self-sacrifice is a kind of practice.

"Of course I would—"

Su Qing happily looked at that handsome and flawless face, only to feel impetuous for a while, and her face heated up a little bit.

"This is what you said! Don't regret it!"

Seeing the monk in white nodding his head without hesitation, Su Qinghuan suddenly raised his head, and pressed it directly towards Zhan Chen's pale lips——

(End of this chapter)