Cannon Fodder Counterattack: BOSS, you follow me

Chapter 222
The abbot nodded. Although Lan Ling already knew the answer in her heart, she still felt a little lonely.

There was a smile on her face, and she got down to business:
"Abbot, I'm here to tell you this time. Tomorrow will be the night of the full moon. It will be my weakest time, but I will not die. There is only one thing that can cause fatal damage to me—"

She paused, not knowing whether to continue.

A look of pity appeared on the abbot's face, he patted her head and said:

"The poor monk knows, it must be Qingyuan's blood."

Lan Ling nodded and stopped talking.

The abbot began to knock on the wooden fish and recite Buddhist scriptures. The tea was smoky, and an atmosphere of compassion circulated in the room.

Lan Ling slowly backed out, she had to direct and act in a play by herself.

Qingyuan's mind is too pure and benevolent.If he didn't make him loathe her or even hate her from the bottom of his heart, there was no way for him to do it.

She is his love thread, and only when she dies can he succeed in crossing the tribulation in this life.

Rather than dying in the hands of those monster hunters, it would be better to die in Qingyuan's hands.Lan Ling touched the position of the heart, and she could feel the remnant soul of the original owner in that drop of heart.

This time, only death is the best way to complete the task.

Lan Ling smiled bitterly, shook her head and stopped thinking about those messy things.Looking up, it turns out that I have already walked into the small courtyard in Qingyuan without knowing it.

She turned into a little fox, and jumped over his window with a "bass".

Qingyuan turned his face in response, Lanling saw that he had seen her, grabbed a piece of clothing and ran outside.

"Little monk, come and chase me—"

Qingyuan was shocked, and hurried to catch up: "You little fox, stop for me!"

Lan Ling ran fast and sometimes slow, just when Qingyuan thought he could catch her as soon as he stretched out his hand, he suddenly speeded up, letting him go in vain.

Finally, he ran to the place specially prepared by Lan Ling.

She ran into the grass and disappeared.

Qingyuan was stunned for a moment, "You little fox, you stole my clothes and quickly take them out!"

Six crows flew in the sky: qua-ga-ga-

Qingyuan was messed up in the wind alone.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound in the grass.Qingyuan searched in the direction of the sound, pushed through the grass, but screamed "Ah—" and backed away step by step.

At this moment, Lan Ling, who was wearing a black dress, had a lot of blood stains on her clothes. There were some bright red blood stains on the tip of her nose, cheeks, and corners of her mouth, making her look extremely dangerous and enchanting.

A potbellied but benevolent old man was barely lying on her bed. His face was black and blue, and it was obvious that he was infected with the plague.

There are two rows of clear blood holes on the old man's neck, which are still dripping drop by drop.

Seeing that someone heard the voice, Lan Ling stood up from the ground, and the fox behind her raised her tail high, sticking out her tongue and licking the blood at the corner of her mouth bewitchingly.

"Hey, here comes the little monk! It seems that my mother can improve the rations today? Hmph."

Qingyuan's eyes widened, he stepped back step by step, and stammered:
"Bitter... The sea of ​​suffering has no limit, if you turn your head and keep going, donate, why do you have to create evil fate, the heaven will punish you."

Lan Ling raised her head proudly, took the tail in her hand, sniffed the blood on the tip of the tail, and snorted in enjoyment.

"Heaven? Hahahahaha!" She laughed like she heard some joke.

(End of this chapter)