I Really Like That Guy!

The monk carried the basket on his back and passed in front of Arlo without the slightest sluggishness.

Arlo stared at him, her beautiful almond eyes burning with fire.

"Smelly monk, you put me here alone, so you are not afraid of bad people coming over to see me, a beautiful and weak woman, will you hurt me maliciously? If this wild wolf in the mountains finds me, go to I can't even move, I'm afraid I'll be eaten by wild wolves!"

"You monks don't all talk about compassion, how can you treat me like a weak girl like this!"

Arlo was eloquent, and after saying this, he actually told the monk to stop.

The blue-clothed monk turned around, with sympathetic eyebrows in the bright sky, looking warm and merciful. He put his palms together in front of his chest, bowed his head slightly towards Arro, and silently recited a Buddha's name.

Arlo: "???"

Immediately afterwards, I saw him raise his hand, and the palm of which was carved like jade turned lightly. The string of brown buddha beads hanging on his wrist collided with a crisp sound, and he let go out of his hand inadvertently, made a circle in the air, quickly came to A Luo, and hit her on the shoulder lightly.

A Luo's whole body loosened, and his strength softened, and he almost fell directly to the ground.

The bead escaped with a single blow, as if there was a rope behind it, and it flew back to the monk's hand.

After doing all this, the monk turned around indifferently, stopped looking at A Luo, and walked out the door.

It seems that he saved A Luo, just a trivial matter, like saving an ant or a butterfly, without asking for anything in return.

After holding one movement for too long, Arlo's body froze. She would finally relax. She didn't dare to relax. Seeing the monk's back disappear behind the door, she quickly jumped up and chased after him.

Tan Wu can't walk fast, his footsteps are always gentle, one step at a time, and every step is firmly on the ground.

Most of the martial arts people like to use light power to travel. He possesses peerless martial arts, but from the outside, he looks like a normal ordinary person.

When Arlo saw him for the first time last night, he took it for granted that he underestimated him, so that the boat capsized in the gutter.

Even if she hadn't seen the plot, I'm afraid she would have thought that he was an ordinary monk who had learned a little martial arts, rather than the amazingly talented Buddhist son Tan Wu.

But now that he knew his identity, of course Arlo couldn't let him go.

"Monk, where are you going? Yunqi Town is ahead, what are you doing in Yunqi Town?" A Luo followed the monk, looking at him with his head tilted, and talking to him.

Although the monk has been ignoring her, looking ahead without looking at her, she still enjoys it.

"Monk, where did you come from? Which temple? Are all the monks in the temple as good-looking as you?"

"Monk, why don't you look at me? Could it be that I'm not beautiful enough? Master said that I am the most beautiful girl in the whole teaching, and she will be the most beautiful girl in the world when she comes out. You must be a monk who dare not look at me, afraid of falling in love with me, right? ?"

"Monk, you're not actually dumb, you're deaf?"

A Luo was tired when he talked, and the monk didn't answer her. She talked to herself by herself, and her mouth was dry after talking for a long time.

There is also the wound left last night, I don't know if it was not treated in time, and it hurts a little bit.

A Luo's footsteps gradually slowed down. She looked at the back of the monk in front of her and followed behind her headlessly, without the strength to speak.

A gust of wind blows from time to time in the mountains in autumn. A Luo is wearing Xuanyin Sect's clothes and looks beautiful, but unfortunately it is too thin and not resistant to freezing.

Xuanyin Sect is located in a valley in the south, and the climate is like spring all year round. A Luo has been wearing this clothes and never felt cold.

In order to find Wei Zhixian, she came to Weijiazhuang in the northwest, only to find that the autumn wind was so cool.

Originally, it was better to have internal strength to protect her body, but she was chased and killed by Wei Zhixian yesterday. She was injured and her internal strength was consumed a lot.

And in the morning, she also drank a bowl of white porridge, and after walking on the mountain road for so long, her stomach was growling with hunger.

It was the first time that the little demon girl went out, but she had never suffered such grievances. Her little patience was about to run out. The monk walking in front suddenly turned his toes and walked into the woods beside the mountain road.

A Luo supported his waist and watched his figure disappear into the dense jungle. He couldn't help shouting, "Monk, where are you going!"

The monk froze for a while. He heard her voice, but he didn't look back, and went straight to the forest.

Aluo was tired, hungry, and thirsty, and didn't want to chase him anymore. When she saw a bluestone on the side of the road, she sat up directly and lifted her sleeves, revealing a hideous wound.

The girl's snow-white and tender arms were like lotus knots, but at this moment, across the white and tender skin, there were bright scars half a foot long and one finger wide.

The tender skin turned out, revealing the bright red tender flesh inside. The wound no longer bleeds, and a thick scab had formed. The edge might be inflamed, red and swollen.

This is the wound left by A Luo when he was slashed by his sword last night when he approached the offering of the guard. Fortunately, she hid in time, otherwise the sword would have landed on her neck.

She didn't feel anything when she ran away. At this time, A Luo suddenly felt a burst of pain, which made her clench her teeth.

Master often says that rivers and lakes are dangerous, and it is true.

Before, she was ill-considered, and Arlo had already thought about it. She would like to change the task of leaving the school.

Wei Zhixian can't afford to provoke her or hide? Sooner or later, when she becomes stronger, she will definitely seek revenge from him and trample that man under her feet!

She is a little demon, and it is not too late for a demon to take revenge!

As for the new mission target, of course, it is the Buddha's son Tan Wu who saved her. According to A Luo's observation, Tan Wu's skill must be higher than that of the Grand Master, perhaps not far from the Grand Master.

He still looks so good-looking, which completely falls on Arlo's aesthetic point.

The only bad thing is that this person is too elm lump! Soft and hard do not eat, not close to women! Smelly and hard like a rock!

After thinking about it, A Luo was in a bad mood. When he was dealing with the wound, he moved a little bigger for a while, and the pain made her gasp.

A few cloth towels were torn off from the underwear, wrapped around his arms, and finally tied in a knot. Cold sweat covered A Luo's forehead.

Just as he was about to get up and go after the stinky monk, he heard the rustling of grass and trees in his ears. Hearing that, A Luo turned his head and saw that in the verdant green, the blue-clothed monk pushed aside the white flowers. Branches come out slowly.

The quiet mountain forest, full of lush greenery, and handsome and clean monks.

At first glance, it looks like a carefully depicted picture scroll, full of immortal spirit and refined meaning.

A Luo stared at him blankly until the monk came to her and handed over a few orange-yellow fruits in his hand.

His eyes were calm, his calm black eyes were as clear as the surface of a lake, reflecting the clouds in the sky, the green mountains and forests, and the fiery red girl.

A Luo looked down, glanced at the fruit in his palm, then looked up at him: "...for me?"

The monk smiled and nodded quietly.

A Luo took the fruit, and there was still a hint of disbelief in his expression.

It turned out that he left to find food, not to leave her on purpose.

A Luo's originally depressed mood suddenly improved. She raised her eyes and looked at the monk who was not far away. He was also eating fruit, sitting on a fallen dead tree, slowly finishing the wild persimmons in his hands.

Looking at his appearance, Aruo also took a bite of the wild persimmon in her hand, and she couldn't control her bitter face at random.

The persimmon looked at the yellow and orange, and seemed to be ripe, but in addition to the sweetness, there was a lingering astringency in the mouth, and Arlo couldn't open his mouth a little.

But looking at the monk's actions, one bite at a time, and one bite at a time, there was nothing unusual about it.

A Luo couldn't help but wonder, they both eat the same kind of persimmon?

"Monk, how can you eat this thing? It's so astringent!"

A Luo jumped up from the stone, jumped up to him, and stretched out the persimmon in his hand in front of the monk.

She took a bite of the persimmon, revealing the golden flesh inside, which made people appetizing, but A Luo couldn't compliment the taste in the mouth.

The monk looked at her, his eyes as calm as water.

He put down the persimmons in his hand and took the basket behind him. There was a quilt in the basket, and on the quilt lay dozens of wild fruits, all of which were yellow and orange wild persimmons.

A Luo looked at the basket and said tentatively, "Are you letting me choose it myself?"

The monk did not speak, only nodded lightly.

A Luo rolled his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled upwards. He reached out his hand in a lightning-fast manner, grabbed the half-eaten persimmon in the monk's arms, and said with a smile, "Then I want this! Look at what you eat. Xiang, this must be sweet!"

One bite on the persimmon, and I don't know if it's a psychological effect, A Luo actually felt that the astringency was less obvious.

Looking at the monk again, I saw that his always peaceful face froze, his eyes widened uncontrollably, and he looked at her with a dull expression.

After finally breaking his dull face like a Buddha statue, A Luo was in a good mood. She ate the persimmon with a few bites, her eyes narrowed like a crescent moon: "Yours is still sweeter!"

The monk was awakened by her voice, his whole body shook violently, and he stood up with a swipe.

"Monk, are you shy?"

The monk's forehead was bare and not covered by his hair, and A Luo immediately saw that his ears turned pale pink, and the jade-white earlobes were dyed with fresh pink, which diluted his holy and compassionate aura.

The monk didn't say a word, put the basket on his shoulders, and walked forward.

A Luo blinked, and after he walked a few steps away, he suddenly came back to his senses and immediately chased after him.

"Hey monk, wait for me!"

The monk lowered his head, his brows and eyes were slightly drooping, and his eyes did not know where to look. His slender fingertips quickly fiddled with the brown Buddha beads, his lips opened and closed, and he silently recited the scriptures.

A Luo chased after him for a while, and then realized that he seemed to have gone too far.

This monk is not waiting for her!

He walked slowly in the morning so that she could keep up. But now they seem to want to get rid of her, they use footwork while walking, and A Luo tries to chase after her, but the dark blue figure is still getting farther and farther away.