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Chapter 118 Sadistic Literary Girl Cannon Fodder She Collapsed (13)

The onset time of love gu is inherently unpredictable, and it is easily affected by mood swings.

Seeing the monk in white nodding without hesitation, Su Qinghuan's throat was dry, she raised her head suddenly, and pressed directly towards Zhan Chen's pale lips——

"Master Zhanchen, this is what you said, even if you feed a tiger with your body, you are not allowed to go back on your word!"

Zhan Chen's eyes are very clear, and there is even a faint kind of compassion that is willing to sacrifice himself for others. He has no idea what he just promised.

Until the girl's lips hit, a piece of warmth and coolness——

The eyes of the man in a white monk's robe widened.

"Master Qing Huan, you—"

The exclamation was drowned out by the girl's lips.

His martial strength is top-notch, his profound internal strength and his dedicated will to practice far crush his peers, and he can push Su Qinghuan away with just a stretch of his hand.

But at this moment, Zhan Chen felt like a bird in a cage, with his wings bound by an invisible rope.

……

Zhan Chen's lip color is very light, like the first early cherry blossoms blooming on the branches in spring.

Su Qinghuan's hair hung on the monk's shoulders, and she smelled a faint scent of sandalwood all over Zhan Chen's body, which was very nice, and she couldn't help hugging him a little tighter greedily.

Seeing that Su Qinghuan was going to continue this undue intimacy, Zhan Chen was suddenly startled, and pushed Su Qinghuan away.

"Benefactor Qing Huan! I am a Buddhist disciple, please respect yourself!"

"pain!"

The little fox was caught off guard for a moment, and fell to the ground all of a sudden, her eyebrows frowned in pain.

"..."

Seeing her in pain, the man in white monk clothes couldn't bear it, and wanted to reach out to help her up, but when he thought of the shocking kiss just now, he couldn't sit still.

He looks good, even when he was in Fanyin Temple, various female benefactors approached him intentionally or unintentionally, such as throwing a flower, taking the opportunity to ask Buddhist scriptures, and even throwing themselves into his arms.

But before everyone got close, Zhan Chen stopped them with a jade flute.

Who would have expected that Su Qinghuan would act so boldly today!

……

Seeing Zhan Chen's tangled expression, Su Qinghuan immediately judged that there was something going on.

She slumped on the ground indifferently, looked at one foot with a sad face, and performed a scene of bitterness for a while.

"Master Zhanchen, you are so cruel! My ankle is sprained, and you still refuse to help me up."

Looking at the girl lying on the ground of the temple in front of him, the monk in white felt very headache.

The veins on his forehead twitched non-stop, and the originally clear phoenix eyes seemed to be smudged with ink, becoming bottomless.

"I...I'll help you, but you can't be like that just now."

"Which? I don't remember, why don't you describe it to me, master?"

Su Qinghuan blinked her big beautiful eyes, even though her whole face was gray, she couldn't hide her cunning aura.

"..."

Zhan Chen looked at her helplessly, and felt for the first time that what Master said was right, the women at the foot of the mountain were more terrifying than tigers.

But even if he closed his eyes, his heart was still agitated, and the image of Su Qinghuan sneaking up on his lips just now while he was not paying attention quickly emerged in his mind.

Because of the height difference between the two of them, she even half sat in his arms, her slender arms wrapped around his waist, her long hair fluttered, and some strands of hair fell down, making the tips of his ears itchy.

Her lips are soft, she is obviously in a mess and her clothes are ragged, but her hair has a faint fragrance of plum blossoms.

……

The more you suppress yourself from thinking, the clearer the picture will be.

"Benefactor Qing Huan, please be cautious in your words and deeds. What happened just now was a mistake."

The monk in white pursed his lips, his face was as sinking as water, and his face, which was always gentle, became expressionless at this moment because of upset.

——Obviously, there were countless female benefactors who threw themselves into his arms, and there was no lack of girls in brocade clothes, with beautiful facial features and extremely delicate makeup.

But looking at those beauties wearing jingle bells, he can feel calm, but now he is upset because of a little dusty beggar, what's wrong with him? !

……

Seeing Zhan Chen's serious expression, but acting as if he couldn't help it, the little fox laughed more and more, and she blinked heartlessly.

"What is the mistake? Did you break the precept for the master?"

"..."

Zhan Chen has never seen such a shameless woman like Su Qinghuan!

Even those female guests who were attracted to Zhan Chen in the past were mostly shy, how could they be so...blunt.

Zhan Chen had a splitting headache, he had a simple mind, so he could only try to be as serious as possible.

"Young monk has violated the precepts. After returning to Fanyin Temple, I will report everything and be punished by the temple rules."

"Then how does Master Zhanchen plan to punish himself? It's a board, isn't that enough? After all, some people still want to break the rules after being beaten..."

"Or, the master thinks that going down the mountain is too scary, so he wants to practice in seclusion for three to five years? From now on, he won't see all the women, and comfort himself like a turtle, is it still practice if he doesn't enter the world of mortals?"

The little fox is very eloquent and eloquent. Looking at her sly face, Zhan Chen felt that the rules and regulations he had practiced in the past 20 years were buzzing in his mind.

He closed his eyes, trying to wake himself up.

"Amitabha, you don't need to shake my Buddha heart..."

Su Qinghuan was still lying on the ground, she stretched out her hand, her eyes were dazed.

"Master Zhanchen, it is said that form is emptiness. If your Buddha heart is firm enough, why don't you dare to look at me?"

"And my foot is really sprained. Aren't you monks merciful?"

"..."

The monk in white had no choice but to open his eyes again. He sighed, and finally stretched out his hand to pull the little fox up.

But he was directly thrown into his arms by the other party.

The aroma of plum blossoms that I just smelled hits directly and disperses in the air, making people feel in a trance.

Zhan Chen's eyes were blank for a moment, he regained his senses, and quickly wanted to push Su Qinghuan away, only to hear the girl's innocent and soft voice.

"Master, can you set bones? My foot is really sprained... Do you believe me?"

"..."

The little fox schemingly kicked off the shoes and socks, and soon revealed a pair of slender and porcelain white ankles.

Because of her gray attire, her ankles were as delicate as silk and satin, and she looked extremely delicate, like a kind of silent bewitchment.

Zhan Chen's ear tips were red, and he hardly dared to look closely.

The white-clothed monk looked at his nose, nose, and heart. After taking a deep breath, he could only quickly sweep over the little fox's heel. There was indeed a big red and swollen circle, which was very pitiful.

——Did he really hit so hard just now?
As a monk with kung fu, Zhan Chen would certainly be able to do such basic things as bone setting.

But he hesitated.

——Even if the sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes are more relaxed, but according to the customs of ordinary people, when a man sees a woman's feet and makes physical contact, he will probably marry her responsibly.

But he happens to be a monk...

What should I use to take responsibility for Su Qinghuan? !

(End of this chapter)