He and It

Yan Huan couldn't help but be moved and shouted softly: "Fu Guang..."

Liu Fuguang shook his head.

"Come on," he said, "let's get this done. But do good and don't worry about the future."

Following the original process, they saw Jin Cuixu walking in and out of Luoxian Temple, his expression becoming more sleepy and his complexion becoming more depressed. They solved four extremely troublesome monsters for her one after another - all related to women, and all of them were haunted by a mysterious monk.

Finally, Jin Cuixu never came out after completing the last task.

"Okay," Liu Fuguang decided, "We have completed all her disasters, and it's time to go in and find out."

Chapter 215 Ask Here (Forty-Three)

This time, they successfully entered the gate of Luoxian Temple.

From the outside, the Taoist temple has an air of immortality and awe-inspiring purity, which perfectly fits the impression of "immortality in the world" in people's minds. However, when you walk in, the surrounding light and shadow suddenly become sticky. Liu Fuguang looked around and felt that all the scenery and people were covered with a sticky sheen of oil. There was a thick smell of oil floating in the air, which made people feel like they were falling into a quagmire and made them feel uncomfortable both physically and mentally. .

He was still thinking, but Yan Huan was already extremely impatient, roaring deeply from his throat, and the dark tentacles were like waves, rippling under the skin. He stared at Liu Fuguang, his horns itching, wishing he could rub them all over his lover's body so that he could use his breath to violently drive away this greasy smell.

"What is this smell?" Liu Fuguang asked.

Yan Huan was silent for a while, then reluctantly replied in a low voice: "...Lust, this is the smell of lust."

How could he allow his lover to be contaminated with the aura of desire that did not belong to him? The evil dragon's nine eyes turned rapidly, and he was already looking for the person who made the decision in this illusion. For this covetousness, he had to skin the other person alive and let him choke to death with his own entrails!

But after Liu Fuguang heard this, he immediately searched for Jin Cuixu's whereabouts. According to Yan Huan, her return to Luoxian Temple was the same as returning to Longtan Tiger's Den?

As he was thinking this, several flashing arrows suddenly appeared on the ground, winding along the path and deep into the building, which seemed like a guide.

"Let's go," Liu Fuguang pulled the irritable Yan Huan away, "go and have a look."

The two of them followed the arrow. The Taoist servants they encountered on the road all had vague faces, like faded puppets, and their movements were terrifying. The puppets turned a blind eye to them, and Liu Fuguang and Yan Huan regarded them as nothing and walked straight in the direction of the arrow.

Finally, they stopped outside the main hall and heard voices inside.

"... Yingchan, you have done very, very well. I would like to ask everyone in the school, who can compare with your famous achievements? Alas, we at Luoxian Temple are increasingly unable to keep you!" One of the middle school students said: The angry male voice sighed, "I think, as we said before, Beihai Biyun Palace also values ​​you very much, and they are a famous sect..."

"Yingchan" should be Jin Cuixu's Taoist nickname, because the next second, Liu Fuguang heard her panicked young voice: "Uncle Master, you have broken me! Although the Taoist temple never gave birth to me, it is still strong She really raised me, how could Yingchan be such an ungrateful villain and abandon Taoism?"

The uncle laughed twice, and the laughter was all lonely: "Yingchan, you have this intention, and the uncle accepts your kindness, but how can the uncle not consider you? Your uncle has been in seclusion for many years, and you are not an outsider. I'm going to tell you something treasonous... Your master left early, and my cultivation is of no use. Now you don't know whether your uncle is alive or dead. How many people are there who can take the lead in Luoxian Temple? You have to take advantage of it as soon as possible. Make plans, my uncle is also thinking about you..."

Jin Cuixu stamped his feet and almost cried in anxiety: "Uncle Zhenyang, don't say that. Luoxian Temple is my home. Are you trying to kick me out of the house?"

"We cultivators are originally meant to cut off all ties with the world and be at home all over the world," Zhenyang's tone suddenly became stern, "Yingchan, please control your childish temper!"

Jin Cuixu cried and shouted: "I am just a child! I will never leave here until I die. Master, please stop talking!"

What else were they arguing about? Liu Fuguang was too lazy to listen. Yan Huan was more direct than him and said irritably: "That's bullshit!"

This is indeed nonsense.

Zhenyang kept saying "I am doing this for your own good" and "It is our Taoist temple that is not worthy of you". It seemed that he was sincere in his words, but in fact he was retreating in order to advance. He kept forcing Jin Cuixu to confess and state her loyalty and love for Luoxian Temple, until she swore and said such radical words as "I will never leave until I die."

...What kind of bad uncle?

Liu Fuguang stepped into the main hall and walked towards Jin Cuixu.

Although he knew Jin Cuixu's true gender, out of respect and propriety, he had never seen the other person's true appearance. Standing next to him and looking at him at this moment, he couldn't help but be surprised.

——The simple Taoist robe and jade hairpin made her beauty look more beautiful, her lips redder, and her eyebrows darker. Her eyebrows do not need to be dyed, but they are already beautiful and fresh; her cheeks do not need rouge, but they already have a blush like mutton-fat jade.

This is really a girl with a flower soul and a moonlight soul. Any unnecessary ornaments will make her look ashamed and lose all her glory in front of her.

At this time, Zhenyang seemed very moved. He strode down from his seat and held Jin Cuixu's hand.

"Okay," Zhenyang said with tears in his eyes, "With Yingchan's words, my uncle will feel at ease even if he dies!"

As he spoke, his fingertips pressed closely against the back of Jin Cuixu's hand.

Liu Fuguang looked at his face and his heart sank immediately.

——Behind Zhenyang's flashing tears, there was a voyeur full of desire, a salivation full of greed, and a hunger soaked in calculation.

This person is like a man possessed, wanting to possess and destroy the talented and beautiful person in front of him, the proud son of heaven.

Time and space suddenly stagnated.

Everything around her was still, except for Jin Cuixu who could still move. She was startled and looked left and right in panic, but her hand was tightly grasped by Zhenyang and could not be pulled out.

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