The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 119 The cannon fodder of the sadomasochistic girl, she collapsed (14)

  In ancient times, a man looked at a girl’s feet and wanted to marry her.

  The white-clothed monk lowered his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes, and looked away slightly uncomfortably.

  "Qinghuan benefactor, after the rain stops, I will take you to the town to find a female doctor. You can quickly put on your shoes and socks and show the man's ankle... It is always bad."

  "……"

  What a fool.

  Su Qinghuan sighed inwardly.

  The little fox cheered up and retorted directly.

  "Master Zhan Chen said that his family is compassionate, and people who practice medicine should not pay attention to the difference between men and women!"

  "The sickness of the patient is gender-neutral. Whether there is a female doctor in the nearby town or not, it is said that if the rain keeps on going, will my feet remain dead?"

  Su Qinghuan looked aggrieved, and even pulled the monk's wide sleeves with her small hands, and the drama began to sell miserably.

"And master, you must know that the more delayed, the more difficult it is to treat this kind of disease. In case I am a good girl, I become a lame man because of you. If I can't marry in the future, no one wants to marry me. I What should I do?"

  "……"

  The monk in white clothes only felt that he was forced by Su Qinghuan's questions to make his heart hurt.

  Even if he knew that the little fox was making the worst hypothesis, he was willing to take the bait.

  Zhan Chen reluctantly squinted his eyes, the sternness in his eyes dissipated, turning into a bit of unconscious pity.

   "Okay, Qinghuan donor, you let me go first, so I can show you how your foot hurts."

  Su Qinghuan didn't dare to push him too tight, but just like a little lark, she sat aside obediently, her porcelain-white slender ankles lying in front of the man, like the most beautiful painting.

   "Master Zhan Chen, your face was so bad just now, and it scared me. Do you hate me?"

  "……"

  The monk in white clothes who was busy showing Su Qinghuan’s legs stagnated, but felt that the girl’s ankle was also soft and grasped in his hand, causing his hand to start to heat unconsciously.

  The monk lowered his eyebrows uncomfortably and his voice was deep.

   "It should be...not annoying."

  He has cultivated Buddhism all his life, even if the ruined temple has been desolate for many years, but the gods and Buddhas are on top, he will naturally not lie.

   "Since you don't hate me, then Master Zhanchen do you like me?"

  A little raindrops spilled from the small skylight at the top, and the wind blew into the ruined temple, and Su Qinghuan had a strange look. The girl’s crisp laughter accompanied the sound of wind and rain, which was very pleasant.

  "……"

like her?

  Zhan Chen was confused for a moment. He really didn't know what to do with this little fox, so he could only stop the diagnosis and treatment seriously and salute Su Qinghuan with his hands together.

  "Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate, and Buddha loves all people. Naturally, Zhanchen also likes everything in this world. To me, the benefactor of Qinghuan is no different from a plant and a tree."

   The man said every word, sonorous and powerful, this time it was the little fox's turn to look dazed.

  "……"

  Obviously, this temple is full of spider silks and has been abandoned for many years, but because of the pitiful smile of the white-clothed monk, even this ruined temple has a sense of solemnity that people dare not look at.

  Su Qinghuan was startled, she finally understood how to write the four words Peng Xun Shenghui.

  ……

  If you change to an ancient girl who has just started to sit here, and is compared to something like a plant, she will definitely be blown away and she will have no self-esteem, she can only cry.

  But who is Su Qinghuan?

  She still just looked at each other with a smile, her face as thick as a city wall.

   "It turned out to be like this. I was worried that Master Zhan Chen would hate me, but now it's good to hear the Master admit that he likes me. I am easily satisfied."

  "……"

  This reaction is different from what he thought!

  And he obviously didn’t mean that!

  The white-clothed monk originally wanted Su Qinghuan to retreat, but seeing the eager excitement on the girl's face, Zhan Chen sighed.

  His long eyelashes moved slightly and changed the subject.

  "Qinghuan donor, please concentrate your attention, I am going to lay the bones for you, maybe...it will hurt a bit."

  The bone setting was naturally heart-piercing for a moment, and there was also a long-term dull pain. This time Zhan Chen was prepared that Su Qinghuan might cry and even hug him for comfort.

  ……

  However, after the click, the white-clothed monk raised his head without crying and hugging as expected.

  The girl just looked at him quietly.

  The eyes are clear.

  It's as if I can't perceive pain, and I don't even wrinkle my eyebrows.

Seeing Zhan Chen looking at herself in surprise, Su Qinghuan smiled slightly.

   "Master Zhan Chen, are you doing your bones?"

  Obviously, I should be glad that Su Qinghuan did not pester herself as before, but the white-clothed monk only felt that his heart was hurting somewhere.

  He stood up for no apparent reason, and looked down at the girl who was still sitting by the campfire in front of him, with a look of compassion.

  "Qinghuan benefactor, you don’t actually have to endure it, just say the pain."

  ……

  Perhaps it was because he was used to the most playful side of the little fox. The monk in white clothes saw her stubborn appearance and was a little uncomfortable.

   was originally a little girl of sixteen or seventeen. It was normal to act like a baby and shed a few tears and complain.

  Hearing Zhan Chen's words, the little fox just smiled lightly and understated his voice.

   "It's just a bone, what's so painful? This is less than one ten thousandth of the time when my poison attacked."

  God knows, just now in Zhanchen that he would do anything for her, the girl's whole body was full of blood, and there was really an impulse to directly make the white-clothed monk in front of her completely violate the precepts.

  But, he didn't want to.

  Naturally, she will not be overwhelmed by others.

  ……

  Zhan Chen's expression was slightly stagnant, he tightened his thin lips, and the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows seemed to be as red as blood.

   "What kind of poison is that?"

   "Master Zhan Chen has heard of Qiluoxiang? A kind of poison that emits a strange fragrance when it strikes out completely, and makes people sane."

  "……"

  Zhan Chen's hand shook suddenly, and the lobular red sandalwood beads that had originally turned suddenly stopped.

  "You are talking about love?! Who gave you such a vicious worm?"

  No wonder!

  No wonder she just wanted to kiss herself!

   turned out to be because of poisonous chaos.

  The mind of the monk in white clothes is completely confused.

  His thoughts turn quickly and his voice is deep.

   "So the half-sister you mentioned is the benefactor of Liu Mei's son and daughter who asked my temple for help last month?"

  Isn't that Su Qinghuan...

  The daughter of the owner of Forgotten Dust Valley? !

  The monk in white clothes had seen that Liu Mei'er. The female demon was wicked and charming, and her eyes were not clean. When she saw him, her eyes lit up. She took a mouthful of a little master, almost sticking upside down like a water snake.

  Zhan Chen felt nauseous after thinking about it. When she lowered her head and swept across the girl’s gray cheeks, she couldn’t imagine that these two people would be sisters...

  He is not the kind of person who is surprised, but at this moment, can’t help but want to see what Su Qinghuan’s face looks like under the dust...

  (End of this chapter)