I Really Like That Guy!

A Luo's master, Hongsha, is a real demon girl.

There are not only members of the Xuanyin Sect, but also many lovers raised by Hongsha.

Xuanyin Gong is to strengthen one's own evil skills by cultivating with others. Almost every Xuanyin woman who has left the school will have a few guests who enter the curtain. As the leader of the sect, Hongsha is surrounded by the most men in the sect. Her bedroom is often lit with lights and singing every night.

After seeing a lot of master and various men rubbing their ears, Arlo has long been accustomed to love between men and women, and he never knew what to avoid.

Master once said that if you are a demon girl of the Xuanyin Sect, but do not want to cultivate with others, then you are not a qualified demon girl.

Arlo took it seriously, and has always regarded this sentence as the truth and carried it out conscientiously.

"Monk, your inner strength is so warm, when did you agree to double cultivation with me?"

Bathed in the warm water like a hot spring, Arlo subconsciously confided what was on his mind when he relaxed physically and mentally.

As soon as the voice fell, the warm and hard body in the dark trembled suddenly, and the big hand that was in the palm of Arlo also curled up, as if it was scalded by something, and quickly retracted it.

The Buddhist beads "Kika" collided a few times, and a force came from A Luo's shoulder, and the monk pushed her away from him.

The heat source suddenly disappeared. Sitting in the car with his hands out of sight, with his back against the cold car wall, Arlo's sanity returned a little.

The wet clothes on her body have dried out, her groggy head seems to have improved, and even the painful wound on her arm is no longer uncomfortable.

The originally cold hands and feet were warm, but now, there was no excuse for wanting to get close to him.

Inexplicably, A Luo felt that the monk sent her internal force just to stop her from going up.

What a stingy monk! Relying on it will not lose him a piece of meat! The internal strength he passed on to her just now was not too small, and it would take at least half a month for her to practice. This monk paid such a high price just to distance himself from her?

A Luo slandered in his heart, but he didn't dare to say anything.

She can feel the coldness emanating from the person next to her. If the martial arts master's mood changes, the momentum on his body will also change. A Luo has known him since he knew him, and he has only felt a gentle aura like a river and sea. The broad and gentle river seemed to be surging with turbulent waves, becoming deep and dangerous.

Even in the dark, it made her a little restless and worried.

The little demon girl, who was bullying the soft and fearing the hard, decided to stay calm for the time being. If it wasn't for the monk being a monk, she wouldn't dare to be so presumptuous.

On the next road, Arlo was silent, as quiet as a chicken, and obedient.

Inside the small carriage, you can only hear the sound of the wheel rolling over the ground, the driver twitching the whip, the wagon's "squeaky" swaying, and the "click" sound when the beads collide.

Fortunately, the road was not long, so Arlo held back for a while, and the carriage stopped.

A Luo closed his eyes and pretended to be in a coma again. After thinking about it, he whispered to the silent figure: "Monk, will you protect me?"

Although Arlo guessed that the blood-clothed sect was at most a group of rabble, but just in case, there was a difficult character in it?

When he hadn't met a monk before, A Luo's newborn calf was not afraid of tigers, so he dared to explore the blood-clothed sect alone at night, and wanted to experience the power of the blood-clothed sect leader.

This will be Tan Wu by her side, and all the blood-clothed religions are left behind by her, and only this monk is left in her heart.

Master said that men like delicate girls, and showing weakness will arouse their desire for protection.

A Luo secretly thought that she would not take any action, regardless of whether the blood-clothed sect leader was powerful or not, and just pretended to be a weak woman, so that the monk could protect her.

The little abacus in the little demon girl's heart crackled, but reality was always skinnier than imagined.

The blood-clothed sect in Li Laosi's mouth is just a few broken houses in the mountains. The blood-clothed sect leader is a thief-eyed old man who wears bright red robes. The old man heard that Li Laosi brought back a beautiful girl. He was so happy that he ran out of the house and wanted to come. Meet your thirteenth concubine in person.

Li Laosi said: "Sect Master, there is a dumb monk in the car."

The leader of the blood-clothed sect is named Huang San, but he has always called himself a blood-clothed guest, thinking that this name suits his temperament, "What dumb monk?"

Li Laosi said with a bitter face, "I don't know where the monk came from. He said he wanted to see you, so I brought him here."

Blood-clothed guest: "I can see my blood-clothed guest if I want to see him! No matter what monk he is, he killed me!"

Saying that, the blood-clothed guest split the carriage with a palm, and the broken wooden boards were scattered, revealing the two people inside.

One was a girl in red, lying on the car, and the other was the dumb monk Li Lao Si said.

The dumb monk was wearing a dark blue robe and sat there quietly. The night was hazy and dark, and there were people around holding torches. The firelight reflected on his face, and the interlaced light and shadow made the lines of his face more clear.

The monk raised his eyes silently, a pair of black eyes without waves, quietly looked at the blood-clothed guest.

The blood-clothed guest suddenly gasped, knowing that this person must be a bad person.

He has been in trouble here for many years, and it's not that he hasn't met people who come to punish evil and promote goodness, but since Yunqi Town is remote, and secondly, he also pays attention to proportions, and there has been no major trouble in these years.

It can be seen that at the first glance of the monk, the intuition of the blood-clothed guest told him that this monk is very strong, and he is completely unable to deal with it.

The blood-clothed guest was dripping with cold sweat on his forehead. He bent down and bowed to the monk. He forced a smile and said, "This master, why did you come here?"

The blue-clothed monk said nothing, and pulled out a black wooden sign the size of a palm from his sleeve, laying it in front of the blood-clothed guest.

The blood-clothed guest took a closer look and saw a few big characters written in bright white on the black wooden sign: "Put down the butcher's knife, abandon evil and follow good."

The blood-clothed guest stared at the eight characters, almost thinking that he was dazzled.

Li Laosi was illiterate, but seeing the leader's expression, he thought he was afraid of the monk, and hurriedly said: "Leader, this dumb monk doesn't kill people! Our brothers wanted to kill him, but we just told him to hit him. Stop, go up and give him some color!"

Don't look at Li Laosi's simple and honest appearance, he also has his own calculations behind his back.

This monk seems to be very powerful. Li Lao Si has already had enough of the pressure of the blood-clothed guest. When the blood-clothed guest didn't come a few years ago, he was so handsome. If this monk can kill the blood-clothed guest, how many of them are brothers? But you are free!

The blood-clothed guest heard the words, and the expression of horror on his face slowly disappeared. He looked at the monk in surprise, and saw that he really didn't make a move, as if he just wanted to persuade him to be kind.

Such a pedantic person has not been seen for a long time by the blood-clothed guest. Generally, only young people who have not seen the sinister rivers and lakes will have a chivalrous heart and full of sincerity and blood.

"Hahaha, the master is really joking, put down the butcher's knife, abandon evil and follow good? You say this to a tiger, do you think the tiger will eat rabbits?" The blood-clothed guest laughed and said, "This Jianghu is who is strong in the first place. Whoever is right, whoever has the bigger fist will have a better life, the master should just leave here, I will not be difficult for you."

The monk shook his head slowly, bowed his head silently, and recited the Buddha's name.

Just as he bowed his head and lowered his brows, a blood-red shadow struck instantly. The red shadow was as fast as lightning, sprang out like a ghost, and pointed straight at the back of the monk's neck.

The cool night wind seemed to stop at this moment, someone held their breath, and the atmosphere became tense in an instant!

The red shadow came to the blue clothed monk, but the monk still didn't raise his head, but he flatly stretched out a hand, and his bamboo-like fingers turned slightly, and in the blink of an eye, he caught the red shadow abruptly.

At this time, someone saw clearly that the red shadow turned out to be a blood-colored machete held by the blood-clothed guest.

At this moment, the bright red blade seemed to be stained with blood by two fingers. The fingers were as white as jade, slender and straight, as if holding a leaf, and the blood-colored blade was easily clamped between the fingers.

The blood-clothed guest clenched the handle of the knife tightly, sweat dripping from his forehead.

He wanted to pull out the machete, but he could use all his strength, but he couldn't shake those two mediocre fingers.

I think he is also a second-rate master in the arena, and even because of the sinister practice of practice, he can still fight against first-class masters.

But in front of this unknown dumb monk, he had no power to fight back!

Who is this man holy?

The blood-clothed guest was shocked and frightened in his heart, but he was obedient. Seeing that he could not win, he immediately changed his mind and begged for mercy: "Master, spare your life! Master, spare your life! If the master wants anything, just tell me! All can be dedicated to the master!"

The **** holding the machete jolted gently, and the blood-clothed guest slammed back several steps and rolled to the ground like a heavy blow.

Seeing that the sect master was no match for the power of a single blow, everyone was as quiet as a cicada, looking at the monk with his eyes lowered and chanting silently.

Under the watchful eyes of the public, the monk moved and raised the black wooden sign with eight characters written on it again.

Blood Clothes: "..."

other people:"…………"

Has been watching quietly by the side, secretly poking at the lively A Luo: "…………"

The blood-clothed guest got up from the ground, squinted his eyes, took a few steps tremblingly, and said, "If the master wants me to be kind, it's not impossible..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a crisp and delicate female voice.

"Great monk, it's not your way of persuading people to be kind!"

The blood-clothed guest was stunned for a moment. Before he could understand who said that and what it meant, his eyes were occupied by the scorching red.

The girl, who should have no knowledge of personal affairs, jumped up from the car inadvertently, and her slender and flexible waist made a graceful arc in the air, like a butterfly fluttering towards him.

The blood-clothed guest also wore red, but his red clothing only reminded people of sticky blood, but the red clothing on the girl's body was bright like a blooming begonia flower.

Under the flickering firelight, a sweet smile spread across the girl's bright and charming little face. Her dancing posture was extremely beautiful, but her speed was not slow at all. At the moment when the blood-clothed guest was in a trance, she quickly rushed to him. before.

In the dark night, the snow-white and slender hand seemed to glow with bright white light, gently caressing the chest of the blood-clothed guest.

In the next instant, a sharp pain spread down his chest, the blood-clothed guest shouted, and the whole person flew out. At the same time, he finally wakes up from the beauty of the girl and realizes that he may be in big trouble.