The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 130 Sadomasochism Girl Cannon Fodder She collapsed (25)

  The white-clothed monk had cold eyes, he lowered his head and saw the pitiful big eyes of the little fox, he knew what kind of horrible idea he might be playing in his heart that would kill people.

   "How do you think I can help you?"

  Zhan Chen didn't wait for Su Qinghuan to answer, and took the initiative to take the piece of paper and the small porcelain bottle, feeling that he had been damaged by the little rogue in front of him in just a few days.

He took a look at the small porcelain bottle, and only felt that he had never seen this tool for filling medicine. Although there were many kinds of porcelain, the bottle seemed to have a bit of metallic luster, and he didn't know what it was made of. .

  ……

   "Master Zhan Chen is the best!"

  Su Qinghuan saw that the white-clothed monk took her bottle of "Advanced Polypill" and knew that Zhan Chen was willing to help her.

   In excitement, she stretched out her hand directly and hugged the thin waist of the white monk.

   "I love Master Zhan Chen the most."

  "……"

  If Su Qinghuan had been on the first floor of the inn before, and Su Qinghuan had to open the same room with him, Zhan Chen was very helpless.

  Now that the little fox is still holding his waist actively, it really makes Zhan Chen have no choice but to take her.

   "Let go, or I will regret it."

   "Don't, Master, you are the best. People like you are always eloquent."

  Su Qinghuan continued to hold Zhan Chen's waist shamelessly, and the two of them got close, Zhan Chen could almost smell the faint plum scent of Su Qinghuan's body.

  The scent is very good, but to him who is a Buddhist cultivator, it looks like a magical charm that led him to hell.

"let go."

  The white-clothed monk pursed the corners of his lips, and finally pulled away Su Qinghuan's messy little hand with his fingertips a little bit.

   is just the moment when two people’s hands meet, as if electric current is coming.

  Fingertips are hot.

  Zhan Chen took back his hand in a sudden, his ears were red, his eyelashes were hanging down, but his expression was cold and dust-free.

   "Ahem... Qinghuan donor, you can tell me what this is."

  Some monks in white clothes dared not face Su Qinghuan, and asked himself, is he really not fascinated by this sly and smart girl like a fox in front of him?

  Zhan Chen dare not think deeply about the answer, sometimes, no answer is the best answer.

  If it comes out, it is all five internal combustions.

  He is a monk, and he will seek Buddhism wholeheartedly in the future, and save all living beings. Naturally, he cannot promise Su Qinghuan any future.

  It's good for everyone to cut off the love thread as soon as possible.

  Zhan Chen made up his mind silently.

   and others helped Su Qinghuan solve the problem of love, and exposed the true colors of Ling Ziche, Yun Miao and others to the world, so he went back to the Fanyin Temple to explain that he had committed the vows and asked Master for sin.

  ……

  The function of the bottle of advanced polypill is really a bit spicy, and Su Qinghuan can only describe it concisely.

  "Master, this is for my sister. It can be regarded as a human being to treat her, I don’t know if the master thinks me vicious?"

  She raised her eyes and looked at the monk in front of her brightly.

"Don't persuade others to be kind without other people's affairs," Zhan Chen's lips curled up with a compassionate smile: "Qinghuan benefactor, you are not a Buddhist believer. According to the morals of the world, there is nothing wrong with revenge and grievance. "

  Zhan Chen is not the kind of White Lotus Father. He believes that the victim must always maintain the victim's posture without revenge, and even actively forgive and ask for peace. This method seems to be too insulting to Zhan Chen.

  ……

  The white-clothed monk quickly followed Su Qinghuan's instructions, using light power to sneak into the night, and without knowing it, quickly sent the bottle of medicine and paper into Yunmiao's guest room.

  He is as light as a swallow, others only think that a white shadow flashes by, and when he wants to look closely, he will mistake him for dazzling.

  System 233 saw that Su Qinghuan took so much time to ask someone to do something, and couldn’t help but complain.

   "Host, why do you send a monk to do this kind of climbing other people's walls? Don't you think it is enough to have me?"

  "Come less, you just miss the 1,000 points I have left. Tonger, you can change your money-demanding personality."

  Su Qinghuan rolled her eyes in disgust, but there was some worry in her heart. Zhan Chen had just agreed to live in a room, but she refused to let her hold her waist.

  He...Is he unable to accept himself?

  The system knows what Su Qinghuan is thinking about.

"Host, you hang up. I know that Liu Meier, like a primary school student, went to Master Kong to report your relationship with Zhan Chen. Zhan Chen was originally a person who respected Master. Dismantle the mandarin ducks."

  Su Qinghuan had expected that Liu Meier would not let herself go so easily. When she heard Master Kong’s name, she couldn’t help but smile.

   "But Zhan Chen and I are not even a mandarin duck..."

  Su Qinghuan murmured, and quickly cheered up.

   "I think at least Zhan Chen doesn't hate me, I will take advantage of the victory and pursue it."

  She is Qingqiu Emperor Ji, let a monk return to the vulgar, I don’t believe it can’t be done!

  ……

  Su Qinghuan had made up his mind, but Yun Miao returned to her room and suddenly saw the extra porcelain vases and letters on the table.

  He was taken aback for a moment, and took out the silk gloves to put on them vigilantly, fearing fraud.

  Unfolded the letter and discovered that it turned out to be an unfamiliar letter.

  ——Quickly return to Lingyun Villa. Although your sweetheart is now free of poison, the remaining poison is still there. This is a bottle of medicine. There are ten pills in total, one one a day, which can temporarily make her life worry-free.

  ——If you don’t believe this medicine is useful, you can throw the bottle away.

  Probably to prevent the notes from being recognized, Su Qinghuan’s left-hand handwritten characters are crooked, just like earthworms.

   Yun Miao's expression became more solemn, saying that there is no impermeable wall under the sky, but Yun Miao really doesn't know who still knows about love.

  The porcelain bottle looked weird, and he didn't know what material it was made of. He opened the porcelain bottle and smelled the pill. There was nothing special about it.

  He knew that Little Junior Sister took medicated baths all the year round. Her blood was different from ordinary people, and it could relieve Liu Meier’s toxins.

  Even if something goes wrong with Liu Meier, the top priority should be to go back to Wangchengu to find a junior sister to lead the blood and save the talent!

  Yunmiao was thinking this way, and he received a letter from the Sixth Junior Brother to the Flying Pigeon.

   "Brother, the big thing is not good! Little sister, she is gone!"

  The blue-clothed boy looked astonished. He held the small porcelain bottle, his eyes looked like wind and rain.

  ……

  On the other side, Ling Ziche of Lingyun Villa has become an ant on the hot pot!

   "What? You don't know where Yun Miao went? Waste! Give me all the inns in the city!"

   Liu Mei'er heard Yun Miao's disappearance, and spit out another mouthful of blood. She looked pale, with tears streaming down her tears.

   "Brother Yun, are you really not Mei'er anymore?"

   Just as these people were anxious, Yun Miao with a haggard face finally stepped into Ling Mansion.

   "Meier, here I am."

  He was holding the small porcelain bottle in his hand and looked hesitant. Now the junior sister is gone, without the blood of the junior sister, is this medicine of unknown origin really useful?

  (End of this chapter)