The beauty is charming and strong, and the cold Buddhist son is deified

Chapter 2 Lost to Beauty
When the masked man saw that something was wrong with Song Qingwan, the brutal butcher, he immediately attacked again with his knife.

But Song Qingwan was unconscious, so this time only the beautiful monk had to step forward. Severely injured and poisoned, he staggered a few steps, then flew forward resolutely to fight.

Here, not long after, the pain in Song Qingwan's head gradually eased, and she finally understood her situation.

After her death at the end of the world, she traveled through time to ancient times and became the eldest daughter of a seventh-rank minor official in the capital. She had five younger brothers and sisters, and the eight members of the family lived in a narrow courtyard, relying on the meager salary of Father Song to make a living, and their life was very tight.

Seeing that the seventh child was about to be born from the mother's belly, the sensible and powerful original owner disguised himself as a man and secretly went up the mountain to hunt, hoping to use the prey to nourish his frail mother.

Unexpectedly, he was suddenly attacked by a masked man on the mountain. Even though the original owner was strong, he was no match for a martial artist. He was soon hit hard on the head and died on the spot.

After waking up, the soul was replaced by her own. Song Qingwan felt complicated for a moment. The original owner was too pitiful.

"Don't worry, you can return to your body once it's safe." Song Qingwan was of course referring to getting rid of the masked man in front of her. Since they had the same name, she decided to send him off.

Although she also wants to live, Song Qingwan will not steal other people's lives. Stealing life will always make her feel uneasy.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she finished speaking, she felt her body becoming more and more relaxed, as if the original owner's soul was leaving.

"Hey! Don't go." If possible, Song Qingwan wanted to leave by herself, but she had no idea how to do it.

"You are the only one who can take good care of my family. Please." A gentle voice sounded in Song Qingwan's mind, as if she was talking to herself, and the voice became softer and softer until it disappeared.

Song Qingwan knew that the original owner had passed away, and asked her to take good care of her family in exchange for her health, which was exactly the same as her own personality.

You can sacrifice yourself for the people who are important to you.

"Okay, I will take good care of them." Song Qingwan promised solemnly, showing the original owner's filial piety and love.

But first, she had to get out of here alive.

There were flashes of swords and sabers on the opposite side. The group of masked men were determined to kill the weird monk, and they didn't care even that she killed three of them.

Seeing that the beautiful monk was about to collapse and a sharp sword was about to chop off his head, Song Qingwan quickly picked up the knife of the dead man in black and threw it out quickly.

There was a sound of breaking air, and the next moment there was a 'puff' sound, and the sharp sword pierced through the masked man's waist, narrowly saving the young monk's life.

Without waiting for the masked man to react, Song Qingwan quickly rushed forward and pulled the beautiful monk to her side to protect him.

He didn't forget to tease, "Tsk, you really don't know how to be gentle with women. How could you bear to hurt such a beautiful woman?"

After that, Song Qingwan threw a coquettish glance at the beautiful monk and said in a scoundrelly tone, "Beauty, let me protect you."

She was covered in blood and her clothes were torn. Her eyes were lively but also extremely cold and murderous, as if she was the devil of death crawling out of hell, making the masked man feel cold all over.

Even though the man was teased by a wild boy, his face remained calm. It was just that she didn't know if it was Song Qingwan's illusion, but the coldness around him seemed to have thickened.

The man was like a motionless iceberg, which made Song Qingwan feel bored. She picked up a scattered sword and easily broke the hard sword in the middle with her bare hands.

He took the broken sword with the handle and used it as a dagger, and immediately wielded it in his hand very smoothly, and was ready to kill the enemy.

"You want a dagger? I have a sharper one." The deep and clear voice of the beautiful monk suddenly came from behind. Song Qingwan turned her head and saw the man handing her a very delicate dagger with the tip facing downwards. The blade did look very cold.

Seeing this, Song Qingwan burst into laughter, "Okay, okay." She killed people and he handed over the knife. They were really a good partner.

However, Song Qingwan's voice was deliberately lowered, making it seem neutral and indistinguishable from male or female. The original owner disguised herself as a man to go hunting in the mountains, presumably to conceal her identity, and when she killed someone, she had to hide her true identity even more.

The two bloodthirsty lunatics here obviously looked more like killers than the masked man, which made the opponent feel uneasy, but he did not retreat at all.

It can be seen that this group of people are clearly professional killers, which makes Song Qingwan feel that those who were killed are not innocent.

There were eight other masked men, who surrounded and attacked the two men swiftly and aggressively at the same time. The scene was as dangerous, exciting and thrilling as an ambush from all sides.

Song Qingwan licked the corner of her mouth, gathered her strength, clenched the dagger in her hand, and rushed forward like a bomb, determined not to let anyone pass by her.

Behind him, the man stared at the agile figure in the battle with his eyes intently, feeling slightly startled.

The wild boy looked weak, but he had great explosive power. After just a few encounters, the boy took a person's life silently.

His Kung Fu was vigorous and powerful, his techniques were simple and neat, fast, fierce and accurate without any unnecessary frills, and every move was lethal and fatal.

He seemed to be born for the battlefield. His agile skills were probably honed among the dead, and he was full of murderous aura.

It didn't take long for Song Qingwan to get rid of the eight men in black, but she herself was also in a miserable state and looked like a tortured beggar.

On the other hand, the handsome monk, even though he was in a disheveled state, did not affect his beauty at all, which made Song Qingwan very envious. This man was truly blessed.

But isn't it a bit of a pity? Why be a monk if you have nothing to do? Is this colorful world not exciting enough?

"Have you become a monk?" If not, why is he wearing a monk's robe? But if so, why does he have long hair?

Oh, it seems that I heard that there is a kind of lay disciples in Buddhism. The curious baby in Song Qingwan's heart has been restless.

However, the beautiful monk just glanced at her calmly without saying anything. It was obvious that he didn't want to pay any attention to her and was extremely cold and aloof.

Song Qingwan let out a "tsk" sound, having witnessed this man's indifference. Even if she hadn't saved his life, they had been comrades-in-arms who had fought against the enemy together, right?
Can't you be more gentle? How about politeness?
Song Qingwan was also feeling uncomfortable with injuries all over her body, so she decided not to serve this old man. She turned around and left without even looking at the man again.

She is a hot-tempered nympho.

The man just frowned when he saw this. There should be pursuers nearby, and his people were nowhere to be found.

But he was not used to asking for help, so he remained silent.

At this moment, the sound of a wolf howling suddenly came from a distance, forcing Song Qingwan to stop.

Damn! She lost to the damn kindness. If the beautiful monk was eaten by the wolf, she would feel guilty for the rest of her life, right? She would never admit that she lost to beauty.

(End of this chapter)