The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 140 The cannon fodder of the sadomasochistic girl, she collapsed (35)

   "Kill the witch, kill the evil spirits, and seize the treasure!"

  Human greed can't stand the test at all! If there is the first person to draw the sword, there will be the second and the third!

  Liu Mei'er laughed like crazy, and the face that had become beautiful because of the medicine was also distorted, and the crazy state was even more infiltrating than before.

   "Su Qinghuan, what if you are better than me? It's not the same to death!"

  She looked at the white-clothed monk who stood in front of Su Qinghuan with disgust. If she said how much she liked Zhan Chen in the past, then this kind of liking has doubled into a paranoid desire that will be destroyed if not obtained!

   "Master Zhan Chen! Look, are you still protecting her now?"

  Choose to stand with Su Qinghuan, that is to be the enemy of the whole world!

  The white-clothed monk swept past Liu Mei'er with a cold eye, and directly confronted everyone with a jade flute, making the most silent and direct expression!

  ——He once promised to protect Su Qinghuan for life, this promise will never change!

  Liu Meier's face turned pale when he saw the desperate style of the white-clothed monk. He would rather die for Su Qinghuan than give up protecting this woman!

  She swept through the battle with hatred, and could only maliciously curse the Fanyin Temple and the actions of these people protecting Su Qinghuan as moths fighting the fire and destroying herself!

  ……

  Fanyin Temple is indeed a famous temple on the rivers and lakes, but it can't stand so many martial arts forces who are fighting each other with swords!

  It is said that the Buddha is crossing the world, but now that the mud bodhisattva is difficult to protect himself from crossing the river, not all monks have the consciousness of sacrificing themselves and will willingly die for others!

  Sure enough, the monks resisted for a while at first, but looking at the dense crowd, finally some Buddhist disciples hesitated to throw away the exorcism sticks, and chose to retreat silently.

  Only a small number of monks who are not afraid of death stand in front, sticks and tigers, so that everyone does not dare to step forward.

  ……

  For a while, the situation is a bit rigid.

  The martial arts people who took the lead in drawing swords actually didn't want to shed blood and sacrifice, some of them shouted.

  "Master Lichen, we respect you as a respected senior in the world. Are you sure you want to protect this enchantress?"

   "That's right! Master Chen, are you not afraid of being laughed at by the world?"

  Master Liaochen swept past the retreating Buddhist disciples, and looked at Su Qinghuan's firm face. He couldn't help but put his hands together to make a Buddha's horn, and sighed.

  "Qinghuan benefactor, today’s situation is unsolvable. It's not that I don't want to help you, but can't help you."

  He is the abbot of the Fanyin Temple, and he cannot take the future of the entire temple for an outsider.

  If today is destined to be a big battle, it would be better to sacrifice Su Qinghuan alone than to let the whole Fanyin Temple bleed thousands of miles.

  Su Qinghuan can understand that most people in the Fanyin Temple did not choose to stand up. Faced with the temptation of the treasure, at this time they did not become the accomplices of the perpetrators, and it was already a kind of speechless nobility.

  She nodded in relief and gratefully looked at the monks who had resisted her.

  "Masters of the Fanyin Temple, you don’t have to protect me anymore. Today’s grace is enough, Su Qinghuan will remember it in my heart!"

  The monks looked at the girl’s empathetic cheeks, and felt a little ashamed for some reason.

  They have cultivated the Buddhist way since they were young, but in the end they gave up upholding justice and became cowards who gave up halfway, and they were a little afraid to look directly at the girl's eyes.

  Those greedy people in the martial arts heard this conversation, they were all overjoyed, and some even clamored!

   "It's good for the Fanyin Temple to give up sheltering the demon! Those who know the current affairs are the masters! Quickly hand over the demon!"

  Several monks are also bloody. They gritted their teeth and almost wanted to pull out their sticks.

   "You guys, don't deceive people too much—"

  Just as the atmosphere was tense, there was a person who resolutely stopped the monks and signaled them not to act rashly!

  The white-clothed monk opened his thin lips lightly, making a loud voice.

   "Any disciple of my Sanskrit Temple, no longer allowed to participate in this battle!"

  "Big brother...Aren't you the most protector of Qinghuan's little benefactor?"

  The monks were startled, not knowing what Zhan Chen wanted to do.

  ……

  The white-clothed monk walked towards Su Qinghuan step by step.

  The distance between the two people is very close, but step by step, it seems to be stepping on the top of everyone's heart, and it is very depressing.

  Su Qinghuan faintly guessed what Zhan Chen wanted to do. She shook her head again and again, and her starry eyes flashed unbearably.

   "Zhan Chen, you go back..."

  You don’t have to be enemies of the world for me...

not worth it.

  There was warmth in the girl's eyes.

  She murmured with thin lips, and suddenly thought of the paper signed at the Fanyin Temple for the verdict, and her heart ached.

   Seeing the girl’s tearful eyes, the white-clothed monk just smiled faintly, and silently stretched out his slender hand, holding Su Qinghuan in his arms.

  "Qinghuan donor, no need to say more, I will be with you."

  No matter what happens, I am here.

  ……

   "A monk, but he is pulling and pulling with a woman in public! What does this look like!"

   "Master Zhan Chen is just bewildered by the enchantress!"

   "Kill the witch! Demon evil!"

  Many people in the martial arts heard the voices of comments, sentence by sentence.

  The old monk with gray eyebrows couldn't hold his face, glanced at Zhan Chen sternly, and yelled!

   "Zhan Chen, come back!"

  He is a great disciple, with excellent roots and outstanding xinxing. It can be called the future of Buddhism for a hundred years. After all, Master Liaochen could not bear to let a white-clothed monk bury a woman with him.

  At this time, the young white-clothed monk bowed deeply to Master Chen. There were countless emotions rolling in those dark phoenix eyes, but there was no trace of regret.

   "The disciple is guilty, but even if the whole world is an enemy of Su Qinghuan today, the disciple will have to fight!"

  In order not to affect the Fanyin Temple, Zhan Chen pressed his lips tightly, he directly untied the bunch of small leaf red sandalwood beads in his hand, placed it solemnly on the ground, and knelt down!

   "Let me call out Master again, your kindness of nurturing will be reported in the next life!"

  This string of small leaf red sandalwood beads is actually an important treasure of the Fanyin Temple in the past. Only the next abbot can wear it!

"you--"

   "To ruin the future for a woman, confused!"

  Master Liaochen saw that his beloved big disciple was so ridiculous that he almost breathed out blood.

  ……

  Su Qinghuan said, reaching out to push the white-clothed monk next to him.

   "Zhan Chen, you can go back."

  He has done this for her, and he has done his best. Zhan Chen has suffered internal injuries, and the battle with the demon leader consumes too much energy!

"Do not!"

  The wind was violent, and the white-clothed monk swept across the martial arts people proudly, and he suddenly ran out the jade flute.

  "Today, I Zhanchen turned out of the Fanyin Temple. Even if the flag was erected as a demon, thousands of people would hinder me, and I would die without regret!"

  ……

  Liu Meier fell to the ground unwillingly and jealously. She looked at Zhan Chen and couldn't help but sweep Yun Miao and Ling Ziche who were already crazy ahead. The ankle bones that she had trampled off were still aching.

  In the past, the affectionate promises seemed to have become jokes, which seemed particularly ironic in comparison with the actions of the monks in white clothes.

  Liu Meier suddenly burst into tears.

  ——The same woman, why can Su Qinghuan have such good luck?

  Being so silently loved and guarded by a man? !

  Why!

  Heaven is unfair!

  (End of this chapter)