I Really Like That Guy!

Since he has destroyed her dual cultivation, then use him to make up for it!

Such thoughts appeared in Arlo's heart, and he became more and more determined.

It was Tan Wu who recommended Yu Xiao to her, and deliberately let Yu Xiao lose when she competed with Yu Xiao. This time, when she visited Yulou at night, he should have followed behind, trying to obstruct her actions, right?

A Luo will not be self-motivated. With her understanding of the monk, he will stop her, probably just because she doesn't want to see her absorb other people's skills.

No matter what, she won't let him go this time.

A Luo knew in his heart that if he really attacked him, he would probably hate her in the end.

But so what? It was he who made the first move and ruined her mission.

Big deal, big deal After this time, she no longer appeared in front of him, only guarding him secretly.

Thinking of this, A Luo has already made a decision in his heart. She looked at Murong Xue's terrified face in silence. He obviously heard her words and realized that he was about to die here, and his eyes showed a desperate madness.

This time it was a decisive battle, and Murong Xue didn't hide his clumsiness any more, and used all his tricks and cards.

A Luo also took advantage of the situation to watch a real master battle. As soon as the two raised their hands and waved their palms, the bamboo forest beside them collapsed piece by piece. A leaf or a gravel can become a killer in their hands.

A quarter of an hour later, without any accident, Murong Xue was defeated.

He was defeated so quickly, beyond Arlo's expectations. The handsome-looking man was lying on the ground covered with dead leaves, surrounded by crushed bamboos, and the clothes on his body were stained with mottled blood.

Murong Xue coughed twice, her beautiful brows closed slightly, blood dripping from her pale lips.

Tan Wu did not kill him, he has always been like this, even if it is a wicked person, he will not kill him.

Accompanying him all the way, A Luo has long understood the monk's temperament. She grabbed his arm. Because of the serious loss of physical strength, she seemed weak when she spoke: "Monk, you take me to him."

Tan Wu's figure paused for a while, as if hesitating.

While A Luo secretly scolded him as a "stupid monk" in his heart, he said weakly: "I won't kill him, I'll just give him a worm." What a shit!

Tan Wu believed her words. As soon as he came to Murong Xue with A Luo, A Luo summoned a Gu worm. The worm came out of her palm and landed on Murong Xue, biting his skin at once. , get into the meat.

In the next instant, Murong Xue's eyes widened, and the whole person was like a ghost, screaming violently.

This worm is the same as the worm that Arlo had on other wicked people before. Tan Wu has seen many such scenes, so he has no doubts. But he ignored that Arlo could manipulate the worms and let them kill the host.

Murong Xue rolled on the ground while howling in pain, begging for mercy intermittently: "You said, don't kill me! Buddha, help! I will definitely reform in the future—"

The voice came to an abrupt end, and Arlo gave instructions to the female worm in his head, and the daughter worm immediately self-destructed.

As soon as the rolling motion of the man in white stopped, he curled up on the ground, stiff and motionless. His eyes were bulging, his face was pale, and there was no breath in his nose.

Arlo clearly felt that the arm that was wrapping around his waist suddenly tightened, and the person behind him was breathing chaotically.

"Monk, I'm a demon girl, how can the words of a demon girl be taken seriously?" she said with a chuckle.

As soon as the voice fell, the hand that held her was released, and Arlo suddenly fell to the ground.

She finally saw his expression clearly. On Qing Jun's face, there was no peace and tranquility in the past. His frowning eyebrows and sharp eyes clearly conveyed his disapproval of her behavior.

His eyes were cold and stern, with a faint trace of disappointment and scrutiny. This was the first time Arlo had seen him look at her with such eyes.

A Luo had a smile on his face, but there was a slight tingling in his heart: "You don't believe me? Do you suspect that the crimes I said about Murong Xue were false?"

Of course it was impossible for Tan Wu to speak, she could only judge his thoughts from his expression.

The blue-clothed monk had a straight posture, bathed in the cold and frosty moonlight, and his perfect face seemed to be covered with frost and snow. Residual cold frost-like indifference and cold.

A Luo looked up at him, and did not speak for a while, there was only deathly silence between the two.

After a while, she laughed suddenly, raised her hand softly, stretched out to him softly, and said in her mouth: "Buddhist with a good heart, please help me and send me out of this forest? Otherwise, if the people in Suyulou find out , I'm afraid I'm going to die."

After a pause, she said slowly: "Buddha, you don't actually have the right to decide a person's life or death, you are a human being, not a god. Murong Xue deserved what he deserved. You have asked anyone who was hurt by him, but no one was there. If you don't want him to die, why do you think he should live?"

Tan Wujing stood for a while, A Luo had no strength, and when his arm fell, he finally leaned over, and his slender fingertips grabbed her wrist.

This time, instead of hugging her, he carried her behind him.

Aluo leaned on his back, looking at the bare head in front of him, and the back of his neck that was uncovered, with the end of his eyes slightly curved.

She stretched out her hand and touched the soft flesh on the back of his neck with her soft fingertips, and the slightly warm body temperature was continuously transmitted through her cool fingertips.

The monk walking on the bamboo was stagnant and almost stumbled.

A Luo narrowed his eyes with a smile and said, "What are you afraid of? I won't eat you again."

However, in the next instant, a multi-colored worm emerged from her fingertips. The worm landed on the warm skin under her finger, and fluttered its wings like a cheer, and then bit the skin and took a mouthful of the flowing out. Blood.

The little bug is the king of the worms, it doesn't feel any pain when it bites, and most ordinary people don't even notice that it is bitten.

Tan Wu stopped abruptly, fell down, fell into the forest, grabbed her from behind, and stared at her sharply.

It was a pity that it was too late, and the little bug ate a bite of his blood, then crawled into Arlo's fingers and into her body.

From that moment on, his **** was in her hands. And her original symptoms of poisoning disappeared with the integration of his blood.

A Luo slowly straightened his waist, and his slender arms were like snakes. Following his hands, he slowly climbed up the monk's neck.

She approached him, sighed like blue in his ear, and said: "Monk, you ruined my apprenticeship mission, I don't care anymore, and then you use yourself to compensate me."

A Luo knew that the reason why he succeeded was because of Tan Wu's trust in her.

She betrayed this trust, but it is conceivable that he will no longer trust her in the future, and the feelings that the two have cultivated before will no longer exist.

But she didn't regret it, it was him who disrupted her plan, so she didn't blame her for attacking him.

The night was getting darker, the bright moon on the sky was covered by a dark cloud at some point, and it was pitch black where you could not see your fingers.

In the darkness, the five senses were infinitely magnified, the scorching temperature rising from friction with each other, the entangled soft and hard bodies, and the layers of clothes scattered on the ground, interweaved a silent game of battle.

No one made a sound, only a quick breath, conveying the intensity of the battle.

With the sound of rustling bamboo leaves, the cool night wind couldn't dispel the heat.

In the drowsiness, the girl whispered softly: "Monk, don't blame me, blame yourself, I let you go a long time ago, and it was you who came together. From now on, you and I will not owe each other. , you take your Yangguan Road, and I take my single-plank bridge."

No one answered, only the sound of the wind passing through the forest beside his ears.

Until dawn was about to break, a girl in red slowly walked out of the green bamboo forest. The girl was pale, her steps were slow, and she seemed unwell, but there was a light and contented smile on the corners of her eyes and brows.

The girl turned around and glanced at Zhulin, then turned and left without hesitation, never looking back.

On the other side of the forest, Tan Wu woke up from a deep sleep. He leaned on a thick bamboo. He was fully clothed, without the slightest mess, as if everything was normal.

Only he himself knew what he was going through.

Sitting quietly for a while with his eyes lowered, the blue-robed monk put his palms together on his chest, opened and closed his lips, and softly spit out two words: "...Good."

Shut up, break.

The monk stood up and walked forward. He didn't distinguish the direction, just bowed his head and lowered his eyebrows and walked straight forward, walking non-stop until he came to a building and saw a group of women who were described as embarrassed.

These women supported each other, their clothes were messy, their hair was messy, and they looked at a loss, as if they had just escaped from somewhere.

Seeing Tan Wu suddenly, everyone was like a bird frightened, and their eyes were full of vigilance and fear.

Even though Tan Wu was dressed as a monk and had a compassionate face, they still did not relax.

Tan Wujing glanced at them, did not move forward, but stood far away, and asked in a warm voice, "Are you in trouble, all the benefactors? Do you need help?"

A girl with a beautiful face came out from the crowd. Compared with the others, her expression was relatively calm, not much panic, and her behavior was not as subtle as ordinary women.

She looked at Tan Wu up and down and said, "This Master, we just escaped from a group of traffickers, can you take us to the local government to report the crime?"

Tan Wu was stunned for a moment, and then returned to normal, he replied: "The donor doesn't know anything, the government here does not accept this case, I can take you to the city master's mansion, rest for a while, and then notify your family members to come and respond. "

These women are all outstanding in appearance, their clothes and decorations are also very exquisite, and the skin on their fingers is delicate and smooth.

It was the woman who was in the lead. She looked seventeen or eighteen years old. She was older than the women around her, and she was calmer. She looked like a leader.

He nodded for a moment and said, "Okay, then I will trouble Master."

On the way back to the City Lord's Mansion, the woman introduced herself and said her name was Shen Tiantian, and told Tan Wu about her experience with those women.

They were originally imprisoned in the building in the bamboo forest, and the guards told them that they would be sent to an island in two days. But for some unknown reason, the guards suddenly disappeared last night, and the women took this opportunity to escape.

Tan Wuruo realized something, and seeing that everyone was still in a trance and full of panic, he told the news that Murong Xue had died.

Hearing what he said, Shen Tiantian immediately believed it, she said gratefully: "Thank you very much, this master, I don't know what to call it, wait for me... When my family comes, I will definitely be a pennant to send Go to your temple!"

The other women were also excited when they heard the words, and the fear in their expressions vanished. With Shen Tiantian in front, everyone boldly confided their hearts.

"It's good to die, such a wicked person, it will be cheaper for him to die!"

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuously my daddy and uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuagely."

"Master is really kind-hearted. Where did the wicked die? If I see it, I have to make up for it with a heart-piercing sword!"

...

Tan Wu silently walked in front, he spoke few words, and kept silent most of the time. Facing the gratitude and praise of the women, his expression was as calm as a fairy who kept fame and fortune out of the picture.

No one saw him, under his slender and thick eyelashes, his black pupils were slightly absent-minded.