Fengsha Jiangshan

Chapter 86 Wilderness Ghost [8]

Secretly thought, probably the rosary is causing trouble, damn it, with this rosary, how could she get close to the monk.

Chenkong didn't seem to see the strangeness of the female ghost, raised his wine glass and said to Zhuge Canglan: "This wine is not bad..."

Zhuge Canglan raised his eyebrows, was he telling her that among these things, only these wines could be drunk?

It's a pity that she will never drink again in her life.

In the previous life, he actually died from the glass of poisoned wine that was sent off, but in this life, he would never drink a drop of wine no matter what.

The female ghost smiled, charming and charming: "My family forgot, the little girl naturally doesn't like to drink, so come and taste these dishes to see if they suit your appetite."

Zhuge Canglan swept across her face lightly, remained silent, adjusted his spiritual consciousness to the best state, and kept an eye on the surrounding situation at all times.

Seeing that she was not moving, the female ghost asked with a smile, "Little girl, don't you want to try?"

Chenkong drank a glass of wine and helped Zhuge Canglan out of the siege.

"The poor monk has a bad temper. He never likes to eat food cooked by others. Even when he is out of the house, he cooks it by himself. Don't take offense to the female benefactor."

The female ghost smiled mischievously: "Oh...so that's the case..."

She thought angrily in her heart: Don't drink or eat food, so vigilant, it seems that today is not a good start.

However, it doesn't matter, the big deal is to be tough, how can a waste with no spiritual roots and shallow spiritual power be her opponent.

"Since the little girl doesn't want to eat, it's inconvenient for the slave family to force it. The servant girls of the slave family know some shallow dancing skills. How about letting them come out to help?"

Chen Kong swallowed another sip of wine: "Dancing? Okay..."

Zhuge Canglan glanced at him.

How could the abbot of the Xuankong Temple accept this kind of drunken monk.

The female ghost stood up and clapped her hands. Soon, the melodious sound of a pipa slowly floated from the depths of the peach forest.

The six dancers floated out slowly like light smoke and landed on the open space in front of the gazebo.

These six dancers are dressed in the same dress as the female ghosts I just saw in the Earth Temple, a piece of veil as thin as a cicada's wings, wrapped around the body, negligible, delicate~bodied, enchanting like a beautiful snake.

With every gesture, white arms and legs are everywhere. Consciously or unintentionally, she makes movements that make people's blood boil.

Zhuge Canglan watched coldly, at first she was gradually a little bit confused.

But now he is becoming more and more sober, and seems to be able to see the decayed bodies of those ghosts through that layer of false skin.

Zhuge Canglan couldn't help thinking, what kind of disgusting scene would these bewitching, alluring, and glamorous female ghosts have if they didn't have this deceptive painted skin.

Dust Kong is very comfortable, just looking at it, and occasionally pointing out,
As the fragrance of the flowers became stronger and stronger, Chen Kong had already drank every drop of the wine in the jug.

After printing the last cup, he shook his head, "The poor monk seems...drunk..."

After a while, Chenkong lay down on the stone table, the wine glass in his hand gurgled to the ground, turning into a white finger bone.

Zhuge Canglan didn't move, he just watched the alluring female ghost, her charming face was dark and wanton, and her hostility was soaring to the sky.

She stuck out her blood-red tongue, stretched her lips, and lay on Chen Kong's body: "Ah, what a pleasant smell of pure yang energy, I...haven't smelled it for more than 100 years..."

Zhuge Canglan's ice-cold voice sounded: "Let go of him wisely, or... I'll blow your soul away."

(End of this chapter)