Chapter 118

The attack time of emotional Gu is unpredictable, and it is very vulnerable to mood fluctuations.

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

"Master Zhan Chen, this is what you said. Even if you feed the tiger with your body, you can't go back!"

Zhan Chen's eyes are very clear, and even there is a kind of compassion willing to sacrifice himself for others. He doesn't know what he just promised.

Until the girl's lips hit, a warm and cool——

The man in white monk's clothes stared.

"Benefactor Qinghuan, you --"

The cry was drowned by the girl's lips.

With first-class force, profound internal skills and dedicated will to practice, he crushed his peers far away. Obviously, as long as he stretched out his hand, he could push Su Qinghuan away.

But at this moment, Zhan Chen felt that he had become a bird in a cage, bound by an invisible rope.

……

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

Su Qinghuan's hair hung on the monk's shoulder. She smelled a faint sandalwood around Zhan Chen. It smelled very good. She couldn't help holding him closer greedily.

Seeing that Su Qinghuan was going to continue this unworthy closeness, Zhan Chen was surprised and pushed Su Qinghuan away.

"Benefactor Qinghuan! I'm a Buddhist disciple. Please respect yourself!"

"Pain!"

The little fox was unprepared for a moment and fell to the ground. She frowned with pain.

“……”

The man in white monk's clothes could not bear to see her eating pain. He wanted to reach out to help her up, but he couldn't sit still at the thought of the shocking kiss.

He is very good-looking. Even in the past, when he was in the fanyin temple, various female donors approached him intentionally or unintentionally, such as throwing a flower, taking the opportunity to ask the Buddhist scriptures, and even throwing themselves into arms.

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

Who could have expected Su Qinghuan to be so bold today!

……

Su Qinghuan saw Zhan Chen's tangled expression and immediately decided that there was a play.

She collapsed on the ground without paying attention to the image, looked at one foot with a sad face, and performed bitterness drama for a while.

"Master Zhan Chen, you are so cruel! My feet are sprained, and you still won't help me up."

Looking at the girl lying on the temple floor, the monk in white had a headache.

The green veins on his forehead kept jumping, and the originally clear Phoenix eyes seemed to be dizzy and stained with ink, becoming deep and bottomless.

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

"What? I don't remember. Why don't you describe it to me, master?"

Su Qinghuan blinked his beautiful and flexible eyes. Even if his whole face was gray, he couldn't hide his cunning and full aura.

“……”

Zhan Chen looked at her helplessly. For the first time, he felt that what master said was right. The women at the foot of the mountain were more terrible than tigers.

But even once he closed his eyes, he was still a burst of impetuosity. In his mind, Su Qinghuan immediately attacked his lips while he wasn't paying attention.

Because of the height difference between the two, she even half sat in his arms, her slender arms around his waist, her long hair scattered, and some hair fell down, scratching the tip of his ears.

Her lips are soft, her whole body is very embarrassed and her clothes are ragged, but her hair has a faint plum blossom aroma.

……

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

"Benefactor Qinghuan, please be careful in your words and deeds. What just happened was a mistake."

The monk in white pursed his lips. His face was as heavy as water. His always gentle face was now expressionless because of upset.

——There were countless female donors who threw themselves into his arms before. There was no lack of girls who were dressed in royal clothes, beautiful facial features and exquisite makeup.

But looking at those beautiful women with jingling earrings, he can feel calm. Now he is upset because of a gray little beggar. What's the matter with him?!

……

Seeing Zhan Chen's serious expression, but with her helpless appearance, the little fox smiled more and more, and she blinked heartlessly.

"What is wrong? Did you break the precepts for the master?"

“……”

Zhan Chen has never seen a woman like Su Qinghuan without face and skin!

Even those female guests who liked Zhan Chen in the past were mostly shy. How could they be so... Straightforward.

Zhan Chen has a splitting headache. His mind is simple and he can only try to look serious.

"The little monk is guilty of discipline. After returning to the Brahmin temple, I will tell everything and be punished by the rules of the temple."

"How is master Zhan Chen going to punish himself? Is it getting beaten? Isn't that enough? After all, some people still want to break the law when they are beaten..."

"Or do you think it's terrible to go down the mountain and want to practice in isolation for three or five years? If you don't see all women in the future, be a shrinking turtle to comfort yourself. It's also practice not to enter the world of mortals?"

The little fox's eloquence and eloquence are too strong. Zhan Chen looks at her crafty face and feels that the rules and regulations she has practiced in the past 20 years are buzzing in her mind.

He closed his eyes to wake himself up.

"Amitabha, benefactor Qinghuan, don't shake my Buddha heart..."

Su Qinghuan was still lying on the ground. She stretched out her hand and her eyes were crazy.

"Master Zhan Chen, they all say that color 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 could not but open his eyes again. He sighed and finally reached out and pulled the little fox up.

But the other party threw it directly in his arms.

The plum blossom fragrance just smelled came directly and dispersed in the air, making people feel trance.

Zhan Chen's eyes were empty for a moment. He recovered rationally and soon wanted to push Su Qinghuan away. As a result, he heard the girl's innocent and soft voice.

"Master, can you set the bone? My foot is really sprained... Don't believe you see?"

“……”

The little fox kicked away his shoes and socks with great ingenuity, and soon revealed a pair of slender porcelain white ankles.

Because of her gray dress, her ankles were as delicate as silk and looked very delicate, like a kind of wordless bewitchment.

Zhan Chen's ears were red and he hardly dared to look carefully.

The monk in white looked at his nose, nose and heart. After taking a deep breath, he could only quickly sweep the position of the little fox's heel. As expected, there was a big circle of redness and swelling, which was very pitiful.

——Did he really strike so hard just now?

As a monk with Kung Fu, Zhan Chen will certainly be able to set the bone as a basic little thing.

But he hesitated.

——Even if Jianghu children want to be free and easy, according to the customs of ordinary people, men see a woman's feet and have to make physical contact. Most of them are responsible to marry her.

But he is a monk

What is Su Qinghuan responsible for?!