The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 118 The cannon fodder of the sadomasochistic girl, she collapsed (13)

  The time of the onset of affection is inherently unpredictable, and it is extremely susceptible to mood fluctuations.

  Seeing that the white-clothed monk nodded without hesitation, Su Qinghuan’s throat was dry, she suddenly raised her head and pressed directly towards Zhan Chen’s pale lips——

  "Master Zhan Chen, this is what you said.

  Zhan Chen’s eyes were very clear, and there was even a faint compassion that was willing to sacrifice himself for others. He had no idea what he had just promised.

  Until the girl’s lips hit, a piece of warmth and coolness——

  The eyes of the man in the white monk's clothes were wide.

  "Qinghuan donor, you--"

  The exclamation was drowned by the girl's lips.

  He has first-class strength, deep internal skills and dedicated practice will, far crushing his peers, and he can push Su Qinghuan away as long as he stretches out his hand.

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

  ……

  Zhanchen's lips are very pale, like the first early cherry blossoms blooming in spring.

  Su Qinghuan’s hair hung on the monk’s shoulders, and she smelled a faint scent of sandalwood around Zhan Chen, which smelled very good, and she couldn’t help but greedily hug him tighter.

   Seeing Su Qinghuan still continue this undesirable closeness, Zhan Chen was shocked and pushed Su Qinghuan away.

  "Qinghuan donor! I am a Buddhist disciple, please respect yourself!"

"pain!"

  The little fox was unprepared for a while, and fell to the ground all of a sudden, her eyebrows were a little bit painful.

  "……"

  The man in the white monk's clothes saw her in pain, and felt a little unbearable. He wanted to reach out to help her up, but when he thought of the shocking kiss just now, he was restless.

  He looks good. Even 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 Buddhist scriptures, and even taking the initiative to hug him.

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

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

  ……

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

  She slumped on the ground without caring about the image, looked at one foot with a sad face, and performed a bitter drama with great precision.

   "Master Zhan Chen, you are so cruel! My feet are hit, you still refuse to help me up."

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

  The blue veins on his forehead jumped up and down, and the original clear phoenix eyes seemed to be smeared with ink, becoming deep and bottomless.

   "I...I will help you, but you must not be like just now."

   "Which? I don't remember, how about you describe it to me, Master?"

  Su Qinghuan blinked with big beautiful and smart eyes, even if the whole face was gray, he couldn't conceal the cunning aura.

  "……"

  Zhan Chen looked at her helplessly, feeling that Master’s words were right for the first time, and the women under the mountain were more terrifying than tigers.

   But even if he closed his eyes, there was still a burst of impetuousness in his heart, and the appearance of Su Qinghuan who had just sneaked on his lips while he was not paying attention quickly appeared in his mind.

  Because of the height difference between the two people, she even half-sitting in his arms, with her slender arms around his waist, her long hair floating, and some hair strands falling down, making his ear tips a little itchy.

  Her lips are soft, she is obviously embarrassed, her clothes are ragged, but her hair has a faint plum fragrance.

  ……

  The more you suppress yourself not to think about it, the clearer the picture.

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

  The white-clothed monk pursed his lips, his face sinking like water, his always gentle face, but now his face became expressionless because of his upset.

  -Obviously, there are countless female donors who have embraced him in the past, and there are no lack of that kind of girl with beautiful clothes, beautiful facial features, and extremely delicate makeup.

  But looking at the beauties who are wearing jingle bells, he can feel like water, but now he is upset because of a gray beggar. What's wrong with him? !

  ……

   Seeing Zhan Chen's expression on a serious face, but acting as if she couldn't help it, the little fox smiled more and more, and she blinked unconsciously.

   "What is wrong, did the fault break the precept for you?"

  "……"

  Zhan Chen has never seen a faceless and skinless woman like Su Qinghuan!

  Even the female customers who were fond of Zhan Chen in the past were mostly shy and replied, how could they be so...straightforward.

  Zhanchen has a splitting headache, his mind is simple, he can only look as serious as possible.

   "The little monk has violated the precepts. After returning to the Fanyin Temple, I will confess everything and be punished by the temple rules."

  "How does Master Zhanchen plan to punish himself? It is to be hit by the board, is this not enough? After all, some people will want to commit the precept even if they are beaten..."

   "Or, the master feels that going down the mountain is too terrible, and wants to simply retreat for three or five years? I will not see all women in the future, but I will be a tortoise to comfort myself. It is also a practice not to enter the world?"

  Little Fox’s skill in articulation is too strong. Looking at her sly face, Zhan Chen only feels that the rules and disciplines she has practiced over the past two decades are buzzing in her mind.

  He closed his eyes, trying to clear himself up.

  "Amitabha, the benefactor of Qinghuan does not have to shake my Buddha heart..."

  Su Qinghuan was still lying on the ground, she stretched out her hand, her eyes idiotic.

   "Master Zhan Chen said that form is emptiness. If your Buddha's mind is firm enough, why don't you dare to look at me?"

   "And my feet are really broken, don't you monks be compassionate?"

  "……"

  The white-clothed monk couldn't, so he opened his eyes again, he sighed, and finally reached out his hand and pulled the little fox up.

   was thrown directly into the arms by the opponent.

  The plum blossom scent that you just smelled hits directly and diffuses in the air, making people feel dazed.

  Zhan Chen's eyes were empty for a moment, and he recovered his rationality, and soon wanted to push Su Qinghuan away, only to hear the girl's innocent and soft voice.

  "Master, do you know how to straighten your bones? My feet are really broken... don't you believe me?"

  "……"

  The little fox kicked away the shoes and socks consciously, and soon revealed a pair of slender and porcelain-white ankles.

  Because of her gray dress, her ankles are more exquisite as silk satin, looking very delicate, like a kind of speechless bewitching.

  Zhan Chen's ear tips were red, and he hardly dared to take a closer look.

  The white-clothed monk watched his nose, nose, and heart. After taking a deep breath, he could only quickly sweep the position of the heel of the little fox, where it was really red and swollen, and it was very pitiful.

  ——Is he really so ruthless just now?

  As a monk with kung fu, Zhan Chen will of course be able to do basic trivial things like bone sculpting.

  But he hesitated.

  ——Even if the children of the rivers and lakes are more free and easy, but according to the common customs, a man sees a woman’s feet and has to make physical contact, most of which are responsible for marrying her.

  But he is a monk...

  What should Su Qinghuan be responsible for? !

  (End of this chapter)