Beautiful men stay: Hundreds of seductive lines

Chapter 118 Hoshino Landlord Fu Li 6
In troubled times, I stared blankly at the hazy face of the corpse woman under the moonlight, and she said hesitantly: "I know it, Fu Li."

The cool moonlight was scattered in front of the bed, and the words of the dead mother-in-law fell silent.

The deep pool at the bottom of my heart seemed to be thrown into a big rock suddenly, and after a moment of silence, I suddenly turned around and met the gentle eyebrows of the dead mother-in-law under the moonlight.

That soft smile, who didn't know where to look, softened the years.

"It was already 80 years ago. At that time, I was only 16 years old." She spoke slowly, the old man's hoarse voice contained the sweetness of memories, which was fascinating.

"At that time, the rivers and lakes were also in a period of troubled times, and the heroes of the rivers and lakes were fighting for hegemony. It was about to have a showdown in the Shaolin Temple by the Xiling Lake..."
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The loving memories of the dead mother-in-law——
In the Shaolin Temple, the young monks in common clothes stood respectfully behind the abbot, and those who were a bit bold showed their heads timidly to look at the guests.

Some are dressed in white like snow, some in red are enchanting, some in green are gentle, and some in black are eerie.

The rivers and lakes of that year were said to be the most beautiful rivers and lakes, and the heads of the various sects were born extremely beautiful, just like the peach blossoms by the Xiling Lake that year, falling gracefully on the surface of the lake.

Every one of the people standing in the temple is soul-stirring, and every one possesses unique skills, and they are the overlords of one side.

Abbot Jie'an, who was only [-] years old, looked at the people in the temple with a light smile: "This martial arts competition, so far, Shaolin is an important place of Buddhism, and I hope everyone will give me three points, so that I will not see blood in Shaolin."

The crowd echoed for a while, occasionally snorted a few words of contempt, and were also uncomfortably glanced at by Jie An's comfortable eyes.

Shaolin has this kind of vigilance, who would dare to behave wildly in Shaolin Temple? If it weren't for Shaolin's ambition to dominate the martial arts world, the world would have been owned by these bald monks long ago.

"The time is up. If there is no objection, let's start." Jie'an said softly, picked up the bamboo slips on the side, and untied the gray cloth rope on the bamboo slips: "I also forgot that everyone is thinking about the common people in the world. This time I have Shaolin Prove it with all the sects in Jianghu."

"Okay! I'll come first!" A man in red slid down the field, and his neat and unrestrained movements caused some female disciples of the sect to gasp in surprise: "That's not Hong Rao Jun of the Hong Luo Sect!"

"I'll answer!" The young man in white on the left responded with a folding fan...

(End of this chapter)