The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 115 Sadomasochistic Girl Cannon Fodder She collapsed (10)

  Su Qinghuan did not expect that she was dressed so gray, that the leader of the human head and pig brain could see that she was a beauty.

  Just as she was about to take a shot, the system 233 sounded coolly.

   "Host, you are less narcissistic. I haven't seen other people's eyeballs as if they were glued with glue, and they have been following Master Zhan Chen."

  "……"

  Su Qinghuan had a sudden chill.

  It’s not that she looks down on men who like men. As long as she truly falls in love, she would bless her, but this fat-eared leader, with this obsessive look, will make anyone feel like vomiting when she looks at it, right?

  ……

  The pig-headed leader with the coveted color on his face stared at the white-clothed monk. He only felt that he had never seen such a good-looking person in his life. It really made his halazi shed!

"The beauty master, come with me? My grandson promises that you will be delicious and spicy in the future. What's the point of being a vegetarian every day in a ruined temple? Hey, hey, follow me, and you will be happy in the future!... …"

  Even if she knew that this person was not targeting herself, Su Qinghuan still heard goose bumps all over her body and was uncomfortable anywhere.

  The little fox narrowed his pupils, and quietly sat a little closer to Master Zhan Chen.

  ——She has all kinds of poisonous powder in her hand. As long as she is not a first-class master in the martial arts here, then she can protect this white-clothed monk.

  However, the little fox glanced at the cold monk beside him, but saw that he lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, his fingers were only placing the Buddhist beads intently, it seemed that the foul language of these people did not let him hear them.

   "Tong'er, Master Zhan Chen is too big-hearted, right? He is not afraid of being taken by a man, and then..."

  Su Qinghuan had a chill, and she couldn't say it anymore.

   "Host, what do you know? This is called the concentration of a monk. You can learn something when you are in danger."

"……I do not want it."

  In Su Qinghuan’s life dogma, whoever bullies her must bully her back, pretending to be a gentleman is the most boring.

  ……

   And the fat-eared leader saw that the white-clothed monk ignored him at all. He was angry and couldn't bear to destroy the beauty easily, so he cast all his anger on Su Qinghuan's head.

  "Little beggar! What are you doing so close to this beauty master? Let the labor and capital stay a little bit further, and leave you with a low life!"

  Speaking, the fat pig's head instantly came out of its sharp sword, and placed a blood-stained long sword horizontally in front of Su Qinghuan.

  ……

  Su Qinghuan was not surprised, but she was stunned when she saw the mark on the blood-stained sword.

   "Hey, are you from the Celestial Demon Sect?"

  Because she saw the red red lotus pattern on the hilt held by the leader of this human head pig brain!

  As we all know, the red red lotus is a sacred object of the Celestial Demon Sect.

  Moreover, many of the members of the Demon Cult, many weapons and daily necessities, will also be specially engraved with the red red lotus pattern, for fear that others will not know that they are from the Demon Cult!

  ……

  The fat-headed leader saw Su Qinghuan stunned, thinking she was scared.

  He snorted proudly.

   "I didn't expect you to be a little beggar with this kind of knowledge, do you know that you are afraid? Get out quickly, or I will kill you!"

   "Okay, there is something for you to come."

  Su Qinghuan smiled brilliantly, as if provoking.

  Several demons present at the scene suddenly became mad, and the leader was furious on the spot.

  "Beggar, you are looking for death!"

  Su Qinghuan had already added some materials to the bonfire when these people were talking, and they would soon lose everything inside, worse than ordinary people.

   However, this level of poison is useless for super masters and people who have been taking medicinal baths like Su Qinghuan since childhood.

  ……

  The black-clothed men went crazy and pointed their swords. Su Qinghuan counted one, two, three, and was smiling and preparing to watch them fall, but the monk beside her moved.

  "Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful."

  As soon as the name of the Buddha came out, a jade flute appeared in the hands of the monk, and he didn’t know how fast he used it to kill those people with lightning speed!

  The group of black-clothed men stared with their eyes widened almost nonchalantly. Before they understood what was going on, they fell one by one, without even a drop of blood coming out.

  ……

  Su Qinghuan's eyes widened in amazement.

"so hot……"

  Fog Grass, Master Zhan Chen looks so vulgar, but martial arts are so good?

  ……

  "Qinghuan benefactor, so handsome, why do you mean it?"

   just solved five miscellaneous white-clothed monks, and turned around a little puzzled.

  The jade flute in his hand is slanted horizontally, making this man more and more beautiful like a jade tree facing the wind, and a graceful fairy who descends into the world.

  Su Qinghuan coughed twice.

  "It means to praise your martial arts, but Master Zhanchen, will a monk like you kill people?"

   "I never kill."

  ? ? ?

  Su Qinghuan's eyes widened in amazement. She was not blind just now, and these five people could not be killed by her powder.

   "Those who just killed are not humans, they are all beasts."

  The white-clothed monk has compassion and kindness. He smiled lightly, and then sat down cross-legged. His gorgeous and indifferent face made people want to worship even more than the gods on the mural.

  "Qinghuan benefactor, do you want to recite "Death Mantra" with me? Although it is a group of beasts, it should also be overwhelming."

  "……"

  Su Qinghuan was speechless.

  ——Master, when you scold someone, why do you still give people a sense of holiness without dirty words?

   Seeing that the little fox did not answer, the white-clothed monk only smiled, and soon began to turn the Buddhist beads and began to recite the scriptures of death.

  "Nammo Amitabha Ye..."

  ……

  Su Qinghuan listened to the Buddha's words that the other party closed his eyes and chanted, and suddenly realized that he didn't know enough about the white-clothed monk in front of him.

  She originally thought that Zhan Chen was called the most disciple of the Buddhism in a hundred years. It was only because of the predestined relationship with the Buddha and the profound Dharma. Now it seems that it is also related to this high force value.

   "Tong'er, I was suddenly a little curious about how Zhan Chen's martial arts compare to the original master's great brother Yun Miao and the demon leader?"

   "Host, you will know right away."

  ? ? ?

  Su Qinghuan was taken aback, and she thought that when the system was talking about the Jiangnan Martial Arts Conference, Zhan Chen would be on her side.

  Unexpectedly, there was a burst of laughter from his palms.

   "Wonderful! I didn't expect Zhan Chen, the most famous disciple in the Fanyin Temple, to be such a murderous figure."

   "It's really...interesting."

"Who?!"

  Su Qinghuan was shocked, and when he looked up, he saw that, at some point, there was already a majestic figure standing in front of the ruins of the temple.

  It was a man in a red robe, with a folding fan in his hand and half of his face covered with a golden mask, but from the exposed eyes and jaw, it was not difficult to imagine how delicate the facial features were.

  Su Qinghuan was shocked all over, and a resentment that belonged to the original owner struck her, almost causing her to lose control of her sanity.

   "Are you, the leader of the demon cult?!"

  (End of this chapter)