Quick wear: the villain's father's fine cub

Chapter 382
Back in the space, Fuchen sat in the darkness for a long time, but he still didn't recover.

In this life, she really worked hard.

In the past, she was always as lazy as she could be, living on a salty fish.I don't know where to start, but she also regrets that she can't be strong and can't protect them.

It is not easy for the villain to accept oneself, and it is not easy to get along with the villain, but in the end, most of the sincerity is exchanged for sincerity.

She and Wan Zhuan were forced to separate after the age of 3, and there was always suspicion.Wan Zhuan's way does not conform to Fu Chen's values, and it is not easy to maintain the distance between the two hearts.

At the end of his life, Fu Chen still felt sorry for Wan Chan.His growth and loneliness.

If he is wrong, then one is wrong—this kind of desolation and powerlessness is always buried deep in my heart.

Massacre the inner disciples of hundreds of schools, abolish the power of hundreds of schools, push down the barriers of knowledge, raise the level of common people's education, and reduce the level of education... Whether it is a merit or a mistake, it is extremely controversial.

Fuchen sat silently in the darkness, his mind as calm as water, as if he didn't exist.

[Host...] The system approached cautiously.

It's just a few worlds, and Fuchen's xinxing has changed bit by bit.

The system is worried about whether the floating dust will affect the Dao Heart, and whether it needs to be experienced.

Fuchen looked at the Xiaoroubao system and said nothing.He looked down at the snakeskin bracelet wrapped around his wrist.

Mang's father has been silently helping him in this life.

The world has a strong suppression of outsiders, even the strong from the high-level world, it is not so easy to deal with.

Fuchen stroked A Mang's father lightly, and explained, "This is my practice. It's just practice."

She didn't want A Mang's father to worry.Before dying, let the boa constrictor go away.This snake skin wrapped around a wisp of his soul.Mang's father, a mind trainer with a mind as clear as a mirror.

[Host, do you want to rest? 】The system stepped forward.

Fu Chen shook his head.

[Shenjun has explained, I hope you will not touch love again in the future.Delay task progress. 】

Fu Chen chuckled.This time Wan Chen is probably the worst lover.

Her lovers have their own lives and rhythms, and they always seem to take over the villain's job.

Fuchen had already guessed that these lovers might be the same person, or some unlucky guy who was going through a catastrophe in the lower realm.

Fuchen ignored it and reached out to find the task by himself.

The system pushes the task bar over, and Fei warmly recommends it by his side, [Do you want the system to help you find it?During this period of time, a bunch of tasks were left behind.We can take our time, find a very simple task, and finish it quickly. 】

The dust doesn't matter.She has given up thinking about finishing the task quickly.Now she only wants to find someone who is interested, who has a good eye, who will go for him in thousands of worlds.

Whether it's a child or a partner, Fuchen feels that he can do it all.

Quickly flipping through a pile of quests, suddenly a quest section attracted floating dust.

【Mission World: "Gods and Buddhas Self-Crossing"】

[Task requirements: prevent the protagonist Wood God from falling into a demon, or kill the demonized Wood God. 】

In just a moment, Fuchen felt that he was destined for this.

Some kind of induction called her.

Floating dust review task: This world is the world of gods and Buddhas, with the underworld and the royal family of the human world.Wood God is the chosen one.The heavens have reserved a place for him, and when he achieves the results of his cultivation, he will choose the gods and Buddhas.But in the dark, the wood god is always unable to cultivate to a positive result, and even degenerates into a demon, destroying the basic structure of the three realms, letting evil spirits return, turning gods and Buddhas into ghosts, causing chaos in the three realms.

Faintly, Fu Chen felt that this introduction was full of meaning.

Fu Chen stood where he was, looking at the word "Wood God" on it, as if feeling called, and froze in place.

"I'll do this." Fuchen looked at the system with certainty.

The system stared at the system, hesitating, [Host, this one is S-level, the most difficult. 】

Which time is not difficult?

Where is the easy way now?
The system flew around the floating dust and the task bar, and Roubaozi's body radiated light, "[But this is really difficult. The target of the task is a monk, and no suitable children approached. It was recorded before that the tasker could not come out after entering, and was directly killed. Even The system can't follow it out either.]

so smart?

"what happened?"

[This world itself is also an advanced world, but something went wrong.This villain is from the background of the protagonist, and he belongs to the lower realm to cross the catastrophe. He possesses a lot of energy, he can become a Buddha with one thought, and become a demon with one thought.His growth affects the development of the world.Such a person, even if he dies, will find a way to recover his luck. 】

[Although it was Tiandao who sent the message, we suspect that it was the profound gods and Buddhas inside who understood the rules of Tiandao and controlled Tiandao in turn.Even if we go in and complete the task, the other party will not let us go.Kill us straight away. 】

Fu Chen thought of Wan Chan.

Wan Chaan's mournful cry when he was young could not be uttered, and no one listened to him. 31 years old is considered a short life and a long life.

"Can you prevent Tiandao from finding out?" Fu Chen asked.

【Not too possible. 】

Fuchen thought deeply, if she wants to influence and help her, her own strength should not be too weak, and some of her own original strength must be taken with her to prevent self-protection.

Fuchen thought deeply, "You can help me look at the consciousness and memory, and open it for me when necessary. Erase my memory in the early stage. You hide it and don't show up."

The system flapped its little wings and said nothing.

"My original power must be taken away. If necessary, help me call the gods to help me come back."

The system flew in front of Fuchen, staring into Fuchen's eyes, 【Host, have you ever thought about when you won't do it after completing the task? 】

Fuchen noticed that the system was abnormal, "What's wrong?"

The system shook his head, staring at the snakeskin wrist on Fuchen's hand, 【You definitely can't take this with you.The system keeps it for you. 】

The snake skin disappeared, the system stared at Fu Chen, and before he could say hello, Fu Chen felt himself spinning...

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"Oh." Fu Chen opened his eyes, feeling the pain all over his body.

"Ouch, my bones are broken." Fu Chen complained while supporting his old waist.

Suddenly there was a strong wind, which made people unable to stand upright.

Fuchen raised his head and was shocked to see the giant, "Wow!"

A huge finger stretched out and touched Fuchen's body.

"Oops." Fu Chen's head fell to the ground, and he got up again, with his hips akimbo, "What do you want to do? Tell you, touch me, I'll let you die!"

As soon as a loud voice came, Fu Chen saw the hands clasped together and held high in the air.

"Benefactor, the poor monk is rude. The poor monk will give water to the benefactor."

Fuchen stared blankly at those hands, they were so tall, so tall.Will die.

Pretending to be big.

Then he saw these big hands supporting himself.

"What are you going to do? Ah? What are you going to do?" Fuchen kept whipping his big hands, and then found out in horror that his hands were green with green tentacles.

Fu Chen stared blankly at his hands, then at his own body.His body was green, all green, and very slender.All around her was dirt.A caramel-colored loach also emerged from the soil.The two holes faced her, and there were no eyes.

The dust is disgusting.

Trying to move my feet, it hurts.

Grass, she is a grass.

"Ahhh~" Fuchen was hit on the head by the flood just as he was crying.Fuchen raised her head covered in water, and was pouring water for her with one hand.

"What are you doing? Are you going to kill me?" Seeing that something was wrong, Fuchen immediately became fierce.

"Ah?" There was another loud voice.I saw a pair of huge lantern eyes approaching me.The bald head turned, one ear turned towards itself.

"Benefactor, tell me."

Fu Chen stared blankly at the smooth patch on his ears, and smiled, "Hahaha, you are bald, you are bald."

"The poor monk has a bald head. Please tell the benefactor what you need, so that the poor monk can help you." The giant said.

"You let me see you up and down myself."

"it is good."

The bald head lifted the floating dust up and down, slowly up and down.

Only then did Fu Chen see the person clearly, compared with the table, according to the height of a person, he was only a seven or eight year old monk. "Hahaha, you are a little bald head." She pointed at the bald head and smiled.

The little bald head put the dust to his ear, heard it clearly, and smiled, "Yes, the poor monk is a little bald head."

"Then why are you called a poor monk? Aren't you just a young monk at your age?" Fu Chen was curious, but not afraid of this monk.

"Yes. At my age, I should indeed be a young novice monk. Because of my special status, I was a monk bestowed by the head of the temple." The little monk said.

"Are you the illegitimate son of the head of the temple?"

The little monk shook his head, "Amitabha, the poor monk is not."

"Then you are the son of the royal family?"

The little monk still shook his head.

"Then whose son are you?"

The monk smiled and said nothing.

Dust is boring.Shouted, "Hey, help me catch the earthworms in the soil, it's so ugly."

"Okay." The monk obeyed, carefully pulled the soil, caught the earthworms, went out for a while, and came back again.

"You killed them?"

"No, the poor monk just put them back into the soil." The little monk said.

"Hey, little monk, do you know what I am?"

"The benefactor is a spirit that is rarely seen in a hundred years.

"Ghost?"

"Yes. The little grass becomes a spirit, a ghost."

"So I'm a grass spirit?"

"Yes."

"Then what are you, little monk?"

"The poor monk is a young monk from Foguang Temple, whose dharma name is Wood God."

"Hahaha, how can a monk claim to be a god?" Fuchen laughed, this monk is really real.

Monk Mushen also laughed.

"Then I'll tell you too, my name is Fuchen. Fuchen's Fuchen."

The little monk nodded, "Good name."

Emphasized three times.

After Fuchen finished speaking, he looked around.The house is very simple, with futons, wooden fish and basic furniture, without any decoration.

Seeing that the grass hadn't moved, the little monk continued to ask, "Benefactor, what's wrong?"

Fuchen shifted his gaze from the surrounding environment to the mountainous bald head, and when he realized the question, he tried to move his body, feeling that his legs were extremely uncomfortable, pulled his legs out of the soil, ran from his palms to his wrists, and wanted to continue walking, I was so dizzy that I turned around and went back. After taking two steps, I fell down.

Fuck.Fuchen cursed secretly, should he be so ruthless that he can't leave the soil?I supported my body and tried to move, but I couldn't hold it up.Gently pinching the floating dust with two fingers, she was placed on the soil, and the ring finger moved the soil, burying the roots of the fallen grass in the soil.

"Benefactor, what do you need?" The little monk put his ear close to listen.

Fuchen was weak, "I can't move my legs, it's very uncomfortable." No, it's the roots.Originally, the roots could move and swim a bit, but now they can't even move.

The little monk thought for a while, carefully placed the floating dust and soil on the table, then ran out and brought in a wriggling earthworm.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? Don't come here!" Fuchen was a little anxious, but the other creatures are fine, does this thing have eyes?Is the two holes facing her disgusting, especially when I think of this thing constantly wriggling around or on my feet, I feel disgusting, but she can't move!
The little monk didn't hear it, but saw Xiaocao shaking her body and putting the earthworm on the soil, and the earthworm instinctively burrowed into the soil.

Fuchen was terrified, and pulled out all his roots, "What are you doing, dead monk!"

The little monk's expression remained the same (didn't hear what was said), "Donor, you feel uncomfortable because the freshly poured water has bonded the soil together, and you need earthworms to help you loosen the soil."

Fuchen pursed his mouth——shaking the two leaves, he knew that the monk was right.Looking at the soil wriggling in the seemingly small wet soil, Fu Chen had nothing to say.This small land, not as big as a person's palm, is something she can survive.

If you don't like it, you don't like it. It involves life. There is nothing hypocritical about floating dust. Insert the roots into the soil, and the roots will continue to occupy the deepest and most spacious volume in the soil until they reach the bottom. It hurts, give up.look up at people.

The little monk squatted down to look at the floating dust and asked, "Is the benefactor okay?"

"Hmph." Fuchen turned around, stretched the two leaves, feeling unwell, and shouted at the little monk, "I'm hungry!"

The little monk tilted his head and put his ear close to listen.

Fuchen yelled again, "I'm hungry!"

"Oh." The little monk's voice reached Fuchen's ears like a mountain cry.

Shaking the leaves, dust instinctively reduces discomfort in this way.

The little monk held the soil with both hands and put the floating dust on the window sill.

Fu Chen rolled up a leaf and signaled the little monk to come over.

The little monk is very interesting.

"Clap clap."

"Tell you to yell at me! Tell you to yell at me! Tell you to yell at me!"

The floating dust swung two leaves and slapped them, and a crisp sound sounded.

The little monk didn't feel much, he just felt itchy, quietly waiting for the benefactor to vent.

"Almsgiver, the poor monk knows." The little monk didn't speak until Fuchen was so tired that he was paralyzed and standing slanted in the soil.

The floating dust raised a green leaf and pointed at the little monk tremblingly, speechless.

Damn, why are you so angry?Only at this time?If you beg for mercy early, you will die?
The little monk still lowered his head and folded his palms together, and was very sincere to the finger-sized grass like Fuchen.

He only felt: This grass is too humane.

Fuchen stood on the window sill, bathing in the sun, she felt very comfortable and very strong (photosynthesis).

"Ah, this is the real comfort." Fuchen sighed, and turned to look at the little monk sitting cross-legged in the room knocking on the wooden fish and chanting sutras.

Fuchen stared blankly at the person, very comfortable, very comfortable.

In a daze, it was dark, and the last ray of sunlight could no longer penetrate under the horizon, and the floating dust woke up.

She fell asleep.

Unconsciously question: Are Buddhist disciples so comfortable?That peaceful and indifferent appearance inadvertently infected people's hearts.

Floating Chen pulled out the roots from the soil, felt no discomfort for a while, and ran down the wall patter. Because there were many roots and good grip, he didn't fall down.After running to the ground, he ran towards the little monk again. Seeing that he was approaching, his body became more and more chaotic, and he fell to the ground with an "eh".

inside the house.

The little monk opened his eyes, stretched out his hand to pick up a small piece of green grass from the ground, held it up in front of him, and said with a smile, "Benefactor, what's the matter?"

His voice was deliberately slowed down and lightened.

Floating Chen raised the green at the top, "I feel very comfortable here with you, I want to get closer."

The little monk smiled, "The donor is a spiritual herb baptized by the Buddhist scriptures, so he is naturally more sensitive to the Buddhist scriptures. This is why the poor monk put the donor in the house."

Fu Chen smiled, "Then wouldn't it be better for me to sit on your shoulder?"

The little monk stopped smiling for a second and said, "Okay." He put the floating dust on his shoulders.

With big shoulders, Fu Chen imitated the little monk and coiled his roots into a circle to stabilize his body, listening to the little monk chanting scriptures.

It's not the scriptures, it's not the scriptures that make her comfortable.It doesn't matter where the scriptures are heard, but this is different.The closer you get, the more you enjoy, the more you desire, the more you want to plunder...

Fuchen stayed beside the little monk quietly, unexpectedly, she didn't feel any discomfort anymore.

At night, the little monk lay on the bed and slept.The grass is hardcovered in a bowl and placed by the bedside.

Fu Chen looked at the little monk, who had already slept peacefully.Pulling out his own roots, he gently climbed on the edge of the bowl, watching the movement of people.It's all right, keep going.Jumping out of the bowl, the roots are poking forward, and the grass head is wary of people.

It's easy to get there.

A body as big as it was during the day, but now when I lie down, I find that it is about the same size as myself.

The human body is very soft, so soft that she suspects that it can pierce the skin and go through the flesh and blood.

She didn't dare to climb up on her face, her face was a little sensitive, and she had many roots, if Mu Shen felt itchy on her face, she would be punished if she slapped her face.

Fuchen carefully grabbed his clothes and climbed up.Although this guy is a monk like a "child prodigy", his clothes are still rough, and there are dense gaps on them so that the roots of floating dust can get in and stabilize his body.

Be careful running on clothes.Keep wandering and finally settle on a location.

heart.

This is the heart of the little monk.

She wants his heart.

In the dark room, she was startled by her own thoughts.

I walked back and forth, and I was sure that it was right here.

The floating dust simply penetrated the roots into the clothes, and the roots quickly elongated, touching the skin.After thinking for a while, the roots groped in the chest, feeling incredible.

There's an earthworm hiding here!Undulating and wriggling.

Floating Chen dealt with earthworms, and was most familiar with this guy.Maybe, she wanted that earthworm to turn the soil for herself.

Yes, that's right.She wanted to help the little monk pull out the earthworms.

The next day, Mu Shen opened his eyes and stared at a void in a daze. After a few breaths, his mind became clear, and he stood up, noticing a strange thing on his chest—a small grass.

Mu Shen gently pinched the grass and pulled it lightly, and found that the roots were completely embedded in the clothes. The white, tender and slender roots were intertwined, and pulling hard would tear the roots off.Mu Shen chose to give up, crossed his legs and closed his eyes, reciting scriptures silently in his heart.

Fuchen stretched out his leaves in a daze, yawned and stretched.Open your eyes and see a flesh-colored sky.

"Hi." Fuchen greeted.

"Benefactor, get up early." The little monk Mushen greeted politely.

"Ah."

"Then can the benefactor move his feet?"

"Oh." Fu Chen directly lifted his foot and landed on the ground.A little pain.Um?Fuchen opened his eyes, and his mind was a little fuzzy.

Mu Shen picked up the floating dust and placed it in his palm, "How is the benefactor?"

"Yeah." Fuchen replied reflexively, his mind was still in a daze.

The wood god put the grass into the bowl, and put the bowl into the window to bask in the sun.There was a hole in the bottom of the bowl, and a hole in the edge of the bowl.The edge of the bowl that was knocked off was placed on the bottom of the bowl, bowed, not only to ensure water leakage and prevent the roots from soaking, but also to prevent the soil in the bowl from falling down.Mu Shen casually dipped some water on the grass and fetched water to wash himself.

The sun rises, and the floating dust is refreshed.There was no sign of the little monk in the yard.

"Ah." Fuchen stretched himself, crawled out of the ground, and jumped off the wall.Run into the grass in the yard.

"The sun smells so good." You whispered.

Eh?
Floating dust tilted his head.

"It would be great if I listened to more Buddhist scriptures. Hey, the little monk is going to do morning classes."

Fu Chen understood, it was the grass talking.

"Hey, hello." Fu Chen shouted.

"Huh? Can you move?"

"Grass that moves."

Suddenly there were many small voices around.

"Grass moves."

"Heterogeneous."

"Could it be a monster?"

"It will move."

"It will move."

……

Sensitive words like "monster" and "heterogeneous" suddenly came to mind, and Fuchen felt very uncomfortable.

Her uncomfortable way is to hit the grass!

"I'm a monster? I'm your king!" Fu Chen swung two leaves and brushed the grass.Wherever you pass by, it's full of "oops".

The floating dust became fierce, and it was swiped three times.

She has a sense of proportion, if she shoots it, it will definitely die.Brushing is different, the grass itself is flexible, and the injury is painful for a day, and it takes about three days to raise it, and it will not cause serious injury or death.

After finishing brushing, Fuchen smiled viciously, "Tell me, is I a demon?"

"Aren't you a demon or a god?"

Fu Chen was stunned for a moment, the speed of brushing with his hands became faster, and he stared at the piece of grass and brushed repeatedly.

She might really be a god.Those who grew up in the temple must be gods?Hahaha.Fuchen was inexplicably happy.

"Do you think so?" Fu Chen asked the fallen grass.

"Yes, yes, my lord, spare my life, my lord, spare my life."

The grass howled.

god?
Floating dust looks at its white fibrous roots.I couldn't leave the soil yesterday, but I can run on the ground today. This progress can be said to be extremely fast.

The reason is to spend one night with the little monk.

If she was close to the little monk all the time, would she be able to transform?
She is going to find the little monk!Fuchen ran happily.

Running and running, the sun came out.The whole body is warm and lazy, the floating dust takes root on the spot, slowly stretches the leaves, and stands in the sun to enjoy the selfless gift of the sun.

It's so comfortable.Comfortable enough to sleep in.Fu Chen quietly closed his eyes.

"Oops!" Fu Chen was awakened by a burst of pain.Fuchen stepped in and cursed, "You don't have eyes? Didn't you know there was grass under your feet?"

"Benefactor, I'm sorry." Very forceful voice.

(End of this chapter)