The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 121 Sadomasochism girl cannon fodder, she collapsed (16)

  The monk in white clasped her jaw, breathing staggered.

  As long as they get closer, the lips of the two people will meet together——

  The internal organs are emotionally tumbling, as if thousands of needles have been pierced, and the blood flow will not stop.

  ——This little fox.

  It looks like you like you very much, but you can also say such hurtful things.

  ……

  The white-clothed monk looked at Su Qinghuan for an instant, his slender fingers rubbed the girl's lips.

   "It turns out that the benefactor of Qinghuan is a person who likes to look good. Does that little monk look what you like?"

  His eyebrows are still compassionate, but the two people are too close, and the temperature of the man's palm is still faintly coming from his lips.

  Su Qinghuan's heart is choked.

  The young monk in front of him clearly looks holy and spotlessly clean, but he feels like he is invisible.

  ……

  The little fox's cheeks were red, and his cheeks were hot.

   "Well, Master Zhan Chen is naturally beautiful."

   "How good is it?"

  The white-clothed monk looked at her reluctantly, his eyes traversed Su Qinghuan’s dust-stained cheeks, but his fingers brushed the girl’s lips harder.

   "If you don't answer well, you will be punished. Does the Qinghuan donor understand?"

  The man’s ending sounds like a hook, which rises slightly.

   clearly understands that the appearance of the monk in clothes is cold and dust-free, and can't pick out the slightest mistake, but because his hand is on the corner of the girl's lips, he adds a little bit of anger.

  Su Qinghuan is afraid that if she is pinched like this, she will drool!

  If it were in the hands of men, it would be too embarrassing!

  ……

   At any rate, he is also a few thousand-year-old foxes, but it is the first time that he has harmed a monk like this.

  Su Qinghuan blushes when he thinks about it.

   "Am I wrong?! I don't find anyone else! Men all over the world are scumbags, you are the best looking master Zhanchen!"

  The little fox raised her face grievously, and there were man’s fingers on her lips. Because of her cramped feet, she could only hang weakly in the arms of the monk in white.

  If it were not for Zhan Chen's other hand to support her, I am afraid Su Qinghuan would fall into the bonfire at this moment.

   "Heh...liar..."

   A low laugh came from the air, faintly evil.

  Su Qinghuan was taken aback, but when he looked up, he did not see the man’s smile.

  Zhanchen's expression suddenly returned to the original indifference, he let Su Qinghuan go, his eyes were silent.

  "It’s really uncomfortable for the onset of emotions. The little monk also knows the "Yi Jin Jing" a little, so he can protect you first. You won't have any accidents these days."

   "When Jiang Nan finds my master, I will carefully discuss the specific plan to discharge the poison."

  Actually, Zhan Chen is self-effacing. He is afraid that if he uses the "Yi Jin Jing" to drain Su Qinghuan in a hurry, he may backlash. After all, he has no actual combat experience, so he still needs his master to carefully discuss countermeasures.

  Although Master Kong’s Dharma is good, but the foundation is not good, the value of force is not as good as this disciple.

  That’s why Liu Mei'er got her idea here at Zhan Chen, not to mention that Zhan Chen looks so good-looking, Liu Mei'er also fell in love at first sight.

  ……

  Su Qinghuan looked at Zhan Chen's solemn and unoffending Gao Linghua appearance, and couldn't help but curl his lips.

   "...Hey, Master Zhan Chen, the "Yi Jin Jing" you learned is not a half-hearted, right? You clearly know that there is another way to solve love."

  Su Qing laughed badly, watching Zhan Chen's frightened and holy look, and deliberately teased him.

  The result was only a more indifferent expression on the man.

  Zhan Chen picked up a celestial whip that had been discarded by a member of the demon cult, with a cold expression.

  "Qinghuan donor, if you talk nonsense, do you want to taste the power of my whip?"

  "……"

  Why did this young monk suddenly change his face so quickly?

   was kind to her before, but now she is so indifferent.

  Su Qinghuan pouted her lips and could only sit upright.

   "Okay, let me suppress it first, otherwise I'm really afraid of doing something to you."

  "……"

  It's okay for Su Qinghuan not to mention this. When it comes to this, the monk in white can't control his eyes, and looks at the little fox's red lips that he has abused.

  ——He has tasted her.

  Only once, for a few seconds, but it doesn’t fall.

  The girl’s lips have a faint plum fragrance.

  Like the winter plum that blooms every winter outside the window of his residence in the Fanyin Temple.

  ……

  The white-clothed monk suddenly felt a little stunned. Somewhere in his heart, he was in pain.

  If the poison is not cured, Su Qinghuan will definitely be controlled by this kind of love called Qi Luoxiang in the future. In the end, people will not look like people or ghosts, and they will have to live on men.

  But, even if Su Qinghuan is cured, she will marry a child, right? I will also talk to other men...

  ……

  The white-clothed monk was shocked, because of this terrible thought that popped up in his mind, his palms stiffened when he fell behind the girl.

   "What's wrong?"

  The little fox blinked his eyes and looked surprised.

  The monk in white clothes saw her clean eyes, and there was a kind of indescribable shame in his heart.

Isn’t it normal to marry a child?

  She is not a monk.

  Zhan Chen held his breath and spoke calmly.

   "Nothing, go ahead."

  "……"

what the hell.

  This monk is a deadly arrogant, dull gourd.

  Su Qinghuan curled her lips again, deliberately exasperated, and began to sing a familiar modern song.

   "A Woman is a Tiger".

  "The little monk went down the mountain to Huazhai, the old monk explained

  The woman at the foot of the mountain is a tiger, you must avoid it if you meet it

  Walking through village after village, the little monk thought secretly

  Why don’t tigers eat people, they look cute? "

  Su Qinghuan’s voice is crisp, and when humming this song, she also has a playful and childlike feeling.

  But the white-clothed monk was confused and confused again, and he looked at Su Qinghuan helplessly.

  "Qinghuan donor, are you a tiger? I think you are a fox, I only know the kind that deliberately angers me?"

  "……"

   "Oh, what should I do if you guess it? I am really a fox."

  Su Qinghuan deliberately turned her head and made a fox grinning expression. Anyway, her face was gray, and she was not afraid that it would be uglier to make a grimace.

  This ghostly smile is obviously not beautiful, but in the eyes of the monk in white clothes, it seems to be a kind of thrilling foretelling.

  He couldn't help but think of Su Qinghuan's white as snow ankle.

  There was nowhere to rest his eyes for a while, and the monk could only look out the window.

   However, he saw the paper-papiled window, because the bonfire was shining, the shadows of him and Su Qinghuan were reflected.

  The silhouette of the two people pulls the old man, and in the end it seems to be one-body, the closeness is indescribable.

  ……

  Su Qinghuan saw that Zhan Chen didn't dare to look at him, and was suddenly surprised to find that his ears were so red!

  This monk is really pure-love is deadly!

   "Master Zhan Chen, your heartbeat is so loud!"

  The little fox leaned forward, and the white-clothed monk was unguarded, and the two of them fell directly into a ball.

  Su Qinghuan pressed on Zhan Chen's waist, and the two of them faced each other, and their breathing suddenly became heavier.

  (End of this chapter)