The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 122 The cannon fodder of the sadomasochistic girl, she collapsed (17)

  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.

  The girl's long hair like splashing ink fell on the monk's robe of the monk in white clothes, and it became more and more fascinating.

  Zhan Chen blinked slowly, but the always clear phoenix eyes were in a daze at this moment.

  He even couldn't help but glance at the reflections of the two on the window paper.

   was very close at first, but now it’s hard to separate, as if they should be together.

  ……

   Zhan Chen's heart burned invisibly, but his expression was still restrained and cold.

   "Qinghuan donor, you can get up."

  "……"

  The little fox fell on his monk robe, she could easily feel the heat in the man’s arms, but she did not expect Zhan Chen to be so calm.

   Looking at the white-clothed monk's icy and snowy expression, as if he was just a dust in the other's eyes, Su Qinghuan suddenly became a little unhappy.

  When was her charm so weak?

  She bent down unconvincingly, wanting to hear the man’s heartbeat,

   "Master, your heartbeat is really fast, it's like drumming."

  The girl's face is approaching, her beautiful eyes are clouded with water, which makes people want to bully.

  ……

  The white-clothed monk looked at her deliberately making a fuss, and his throat flicked imperceptibly.

  ——This is really a vixen, or the kind God sent specially to quell him.

   "Can't you go down?"

   Zhan Chen scolded again with a cold face, his voice was intriguingly muffled, but Su Qinghuan was anxious to listen to the man's heartbeat, and did not notice what was wrong with the white monk at the moment.

   "I won't go down! Master Zhanchen, your heartbeat is really fast! Your ears are also red!"

The girl’s cheeks are against the monk’s robe, and there are clearly two or three layers of clothes thick, but Zhan Chen feels that the girl’s cheeks are like touching his skin, with hot heat, which can’t be ignored and occupy all of him. attention.

  Zhan Chen was really annoyed at the moment.

  He looked at the girl's triumphant smile, and suddenly he felt a little heartless to hate her.

  ——If you provoke others, you can laugh so openly.

  ……

  A monk should not have these delusions, but Zhan Chen could not control his heart.

  He was angry, and turned the girl around.

"Hey you--"

  The little fox exclaimed and felt the posture reversed. The white-clothed monk's eyes were slightly red, and the pure white monk's robe was a bit messy, and the cinnabar between the eyebrows was extraordinarily weird.

   "Now know that you are afraid?"

  In an instant, Zhan Chen became the one who had the upper hand.

  The little fox was trapped between his arms.

  Perhaps he was concerned about the difference between men and women, Zhan Chen did not compact, and his legs did not lean against Su Qinghuan.

  But this posture is indeed a bit more thoughtful.

  ……

  Su Qinghuan's eyes widened in amazement. The expression in the eyes of the monk in white clothes at the moment is difficult to describe. It is still that holy and gorgeous face, but the temperament of the whole person has become a little different.

  Maybe, it's because two people are too close.

  Or maybe, it's because even Zhan Chen's breathing has become a little heavier.

  The strong masculine breath sprayed on Su Qinghuan’s face.

  Neither of them spoke. Su Qinghuan’s eyelashes were shaking slightly, and she finally couldn't stand the atmosphere at the moment, especially the feeling of being stared at by the other party.

   "Zhan Chen, master?"

   "Can you let me go? I won't bother you."

  ……

   Seeing the little fox confess, Zhan Chen's irritation was not lost at all. He pressed down his thin lips and instantly passed the girl's ears.

  The white-clothed monk’s lips did not fall on the spot, but the hair that ran through the girl’s eartips was also particularly deceptive, causing both of them to tighten their palms and sweat a little.

  Zhan Chen's eyes are deep.

  "If it is not me who is here today, but other men, have you ever thought about your fate?"

  The little fox's jade-like face was stained with a light red, and she stared at each other unconvincedly.

   "Aren't you also a man?"

   "I am a monk."

   "You can return to the vulgar."

   "I have sworn to the Buddha all my life and save the common people."

  Zhan Chen is the most disciple of Buddhism in a hundred years, so when Master Kong took him, he was a little taboo about the child's too strong appearance.

  Even the simplest dress, a monk's clothing, is the first object that thousands of girls will look at.

  If he is willing to go back to vulgarity and grow long hair, it will make countless people cry and shout to marry him.

  Master Liaokong made Zhan Chen a weak crown at the age of twenty. Under the watchful eyes of the Buddhas, he swore an oath. He knew that this child was sincere and would not easily break his promise.

  ……

  It seemed that thinking of the promise he had made in the main hall of the Fanyin Temple, the face of the monk in white became stiff.

  Although this is a ruined temple, you can still see the gods and Buddhas once you look up, as if you are watching yourself with compassion and love.

  Zhan Chen quickly stood up, dusted the dust, his hands gripped the Buddha beads tightly, and his finger bones were slightly white.

  "Qinghuan donor, sorry, I have offended you just now, and I hope you will talk less about infinite things in the future."

  Cultivating Buddhism is his lifelong faith-admiration, and no one can be shaken.

   And Su Qinghuan, the meteor that strayed into its orbit, was able to put it down precisely because it had to be picked up.

  ……

  Zhan Chen didn't know whether this was comforting himself, or that his Buddha's mind was still extremely strong and there was no wavering, but he was unwilling to think about it.

  Su Qinghuan couldn't help but wink his eyes when seeing the official talk of the monks in white clothes.

   "Hey, don't say everything is so sure, and who said that you need to be a monk to save the common people?"

  “It’s like a doctor with a good hand and a kind heart, hanging a pot to help the world, like an honest official performing his duties and improving people’s livelihood. This is a good thing for the country and the people, and it’s not more useful than reciting scriptures in a temple?!”

  In terms of reasoning, few people really can beat the little fox.

  Zhan Chen hesitated, and wanted to say that he could ward off demons and defend the Tao, but if you think about it carefully, even if you are not a monk, as long as you are a righteous martial arts person, you can still see injustice and draw your sword to help!

  In the end, he closed his mouth and offered a Buddhist gift to Su Qinghuan.

   "No matter what Qinghuan donor says, the little monk will not change my will."

  Smelly stones that do not enter into oil and salt.

  Su Qinghuan rolled her eyes.

  ……

  "Qinghuan benefactor, please take a break. The little monk will go to the town to buy two horses. Let's go to Jiangnan Ling's house together."

  Su Qinghuan really questioned whether a monk had money. Seeing Zhan Chen's appearance of indifferent fireworks, she still took out two silver tickets and handed them to the other party.

  "Buy two good horses, go and return quickly."

  Zhan Chen wanted to explain that he was not short of money, but looking at the girl's suspicious expression, he accepted it and nodded.

When Zhan Chen came back, she saw Su Qinghuan changing her clothes, the rain had stopped, and the girl's clean face turned slowly.

  The white-clothed monk's breath suddenly choked...

  (End of this chapter)