Dressed as the villain's cannon fodder daughter

Fu Siming returned to Gong's house from the hospital.

The night is getting darker.

The room was dark.

Fu Siming's whole body fell into the soft black bed, sniffing the quilt that had long since lost Lu Qianxun's scent.

He huddled himself into a ball, alone and helpless.

Chihiro...

After a while, there was a knock on the door.

Fu Siming slowed down for a while, got up from the bed, and opened the door.

Wu Mo looked at Fu Siming. At this moment, half of him was standing in the dark and the other half was standing in the light. His whole body seemed to be divided into two halves.

Wu Mo immediately lowered his head, "Young Master."

"Go to the study."

"Yes."

When he came to the study room, Wu Mo looked at the man sitting on the soft chair with dignity, his whole body exuded a cold and sinister aura, which made people dare not approach him.

Wu Mo's eyes froze, and he said immediately: "About Maika Levine, we have made new discoveries. We found that he has recently been in contact with the Huo family in Southeast Asia. We speculate that he may want to buy a lot of arms from the Huo family. .”

"He didn't dare to buy arms from Ron, and ran to trade with the Huo family, indicating that he wanted to usurp his uncle's power."

"Prince Maika?"

"Originally, Prince McCarthy's current position in charge belonged to McCalvin's father, but that position did not land on himself, but on his uncle. It's just that he has been pretending all these years..."

"Young master, but that position belongs to Prince Maika."

At that time, Prince Macka did not take over the position due to his own reasons, so the father of Prince Mackalev was temporarily in charge, but he passed away within a few years.

"When you really have the evidence, contact Prince Maika and let him personally deal with his despicable nephew."

"Young master, shouldn't we meddle in the affairs of the royal family, will..."

The disgust and gloom in Fu Siming's dark and cruel eyes were undisguised, "That dog is disgusting, damn it."

Wu Mo: "..."

Immediately, Fu Siming raised his eyes, and a sternness floated between his brows. At the bottom of his long and narrow eyes, like ink, was an abyss filled with black mist.

Wu Mo was startled, and quickly lowered his head and respectfully said: "I see, young master."

"The Huo family is really restless. When they go to the Golden Triangle, they don't forget to go back to Europe to develop!"

"Little Lord?"

"How is Hua Guo doing to that side now?"

"My lord, according to our investigation, the Huaguo police and military have already taken action, and we will know the result soon."

Fu Siming's slender fingers were folded and hung on the crossed legs, and his eyelids were lowered. His thick and dense eyelashes covered the fundus of the eyes, making it impossible to see emotions.

*

S City, Lingfa Temple.

After Lu Qianxun dealt with Lu Yin and Song Qi's family, he hurried to Lingfa Temple.

At this time, Lu Qianxun was wearing a beige and simple cool Zen clothes.

She walked up to the gate of Lingfa Temple step by step devoutly, holding a dumpling in her arms, Lu Qi and Chen Zhen followed behind her.

Arriving at the gate of Lingfa Temple, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old monk came to greet him, lowered his head slightly, and clasped his hands together:

"Hello, benefactor."

Lu Qianxun bowed his head slightly, "Hi, I'm here to see you who are hosting."

"I'm sorry, benefactor, our host has gone on a tour and is not in the temple."

Hearing this, Lu Qianxun frowned.

Then a bell rang, and the Sanskrit sound was ethereal.

Then the little monk continued to speak: "Benefactor, the direct disciple of the presiding officer, that is, our elder brother, is in the temple. He is the most clear about the presiding officer. If you want to meet, I can take you to find him."

"Please take me to meet him."

"Okay, the benefactor will follow me."

Immediately, Lu Qianxun was taken to the scripture storage pavilion of Lingfa Temple.

Lu Qianxun was inexplicably taken aback when he saw the words "Zangjing Pavilion" written on the plaque.

Chen Zhen and Lu Qi kept observing the situation around the young monk and the temple in front of them, and there was nothing abnormal.

"This benefactor, senior brother is in the Sutra Pavilion, you need to go in by yourself."

"Okay, thank you."

Immediately, Lu Qianxun walked into the scripture pavilion with the dumpling in his arms, and Chen Zhen and Lu Qi followed immediately.

"Two benefactors, you are not allowed to enter."

The two looked down, looked at the little monk vigilantly, and said coldly, "What do you mean?"

Lu Qianxun ordered in a deep voice, "You don't need to go in with me, just wait outside."

The two were horrified, and frowned: "Miss?!"

They didn't know if it was safe inside, and the young lady went in alone again, they were very worried.

Lu Qianxun turned to look at the two of them, his delicate eyebrows and eyes were filled with a bit of chill.

The two had no choice but to bow their heads: "Yes, miss."

Lu Qianxun walked into the Buddhist scriptures pavilion with the dumpling in his arms, and smelled the cool scent of sandalwood as soon as he entered.

Lu Qianxun walked to the center of the scripture library, but did not see anyone.

After about a few seconds, footsteps came from the spiral staircase upstairs in the library, followed by a gentle voice: "Hello."

Lu Qianxun turned around and saw the man's extremely dark red phoenix eyes.

The man was tall and slender like a bamboo, and was dressed in a dark gray robe.

With a face with sharp water chestnut angles and a pair of extremely deep eyes with an unfathomable light, he is extremely handsome but also reveals a hint of mystery.

But the strange thing is, aren't all monks bald?

Why does he have black and thick hair?

Lu Qianxun frowned slightly, and his cherry lips parted slightly: "Are you the host's direct disciple?"

Tuanzi also yelled, "Meow—"

The man nodded slightly, "Yes."

He stared at her. The girl was only sixteen or seventeen years old, but she had a maturity that did not match her peers. Her eyes were clear, but there was a hint of coolness.

The atmosphere froze for a few seconds.

The man walked down step by step, came to the front of Lu Qianxun, and slightly curled his lips, "Is the benefactor suspicious of my hair?"

Lu Qianxun looked cold and did not deny it, but replied, "A little bit."

The man's deep eyes fell on her slender body, his thin lips lifted slightly, and he explained:

"Because I'm not really a monk."

Lu Qianxun: "???"

"Are you here for my master?"

Lu Qianxun nodded slightly.

"Before the master traveled, he entrusted me with some things. The little girl he mentioned should be you, right?"

Lu Qianxun stared at the person in front of him without turning his eyes, "What did the master ask you?"

"About you."

Immediately, the man walked towards a place, and took out a dark black wooden box from the wall, the outside of which was carved with exquisite patterns.

The man walked towards Lu Qianxun with the wooden box in his hand, "This is what Master left for you before he left."

Lu Qianxun looked bewildered, that teacher's father...

Lu Qianxun put down the dumpling, approached the man, and stretched out his slender hand to open the wooden box.

The man's eyes fell on her white jade-like fingers, and then his eyes moved up. Looking at her delicate and beautiful face, he was dazed for a while.

Lu Qianxun looked at the two strings of sandalwood beads that appeared in the wooden box, what did they mean?

Immediately raising their heads, the eyes of the two collided unexpectedly, and their eyes met.

"Master, why did you leave me two strings of prayer beads?"

The man's brows were pale, and he explained what the master said before he left.

"He only said that these two strings of prayer beads are reserved for the two most important people in your life."

When Lu Qianxun heard the words, his expression froze.