Zhen Shan and Wu Chen stood in the rain, quietly watching the four people rushing into the monster group, and said calmly: "The mountain road is muddy on a rainy day. It should be difficult for these monsters to go up the mountain."

Wuchen's eyelashes trembled slightly, "Well, Mingkong was anxious and used enhanced spells on them."

Zhen Shan looked at him and said softly: "Wuchen, if possible, I hope that we can go on forever in the future, so don't lie to me, and don't hide from me. I'm not a weak woman, and I don't need anything."

I'm good'."

Wuchen's pupils shrank, he hugged her almost in a panic, and explained hurriedly, "Shanshan, I didn't deceive you. If you believe me, I really didn't!"

Suddenly, the little monk's "poor monk" came out again!

Zhen Shan felt helpless, but her eyes did not soften at all. She looked at him steadily, "But you are hiding something from me, right?"

"Poor monk..."

"Wuchen, it's not that I don't tolerate my partner having secrets, but this secret won't affect our relationship, it's not a conspiracy, and it won't do any harm to you. Can you understand?"

Zhen Shan looked at him seriously. In fact, she could have used her soul power to test him directly, but she gave up because she understood that this was not a sign of her distrust of him.

Having experienced emotional entanglements in many previous lives, she knew very well how fatal this kind of distrust was, and once it started, it was basically difficult to go back.

Zhen Shan really wanted to accept the pure-minded but dull little monk, and she didn't want them to end up in tragedy, so she thought about trying to communicate with each other, without testing each other, but to be honest with each other.

Wuchen's eyes were trembling and his throat was dry, "No, I don't want to hide it from you, Shanshan. It's just that I don't know how to tell you."

Zhen Shan raised her hand and gently stroked his pale and handsome face, "Just tell me if you are feeling well?"

Wuchen closed his eyes and rubbed her palm gently. The warmth made him nostalgic. Why didn't he want to accompany her like this all the time?

However, there will eventually be punishment for betraying gods and Buddhas.

Fortunately, this time all the costs will be borne by him, so that's good!

Zhen Shan's eyes were solemn, "Wuchen!"

"Shanshan, I..."

Wuchen pursed his lips, wanting to say something, but he didn't know how to say it. At this time, it was very satisfying to show off his anger, but the four people who had their limbs restrained by the monster and dragged down the mountain were also very sour.

"Hey, Miss Ashan, can you discuss it with them? We can go down the mountain by ourselves. If it doesn't work, we can just tie it up with a rope!"

Zhen Shan glared at the four funny guys who interrupted their conversation, "Won't you discuss it with them yourself?"

The four people burst into tears, "They are too stupid to understand human language!"

Zhen Shan asked back: "Aren't you stupid?"

Four people: "..."

Are you still not our reborn parent?

The unkind concubine said: I have never had such a stupid son or daughter!

The last four people were still dragged down by the monsters. If the physical fitness of the pioneers hadn't been baptized by the game, they had become much stronger. They were dragged down the mountain, and they would have been knocked to death by the sound of rocks being knocked from time to time.

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As for Zhen Shan and Wu Chen, in the eyes of the monsters, they were dragged down the mountain, but in the eyes of Lin Feng and the others, they just walked down the mountain leisurely. From time to time, the master would find a place for the eldest lady to rest, making it difficult for them not to think about lemons.

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However, Zhen Shan didn't feel very comfortable either. Being surrounded by a group of monsters with an even worse smell made her feel quite depressed. For the time being, she no longer cared about what Wu Chen had hidden from her.

It's not the right time to talk now, let's wait until she resolves the matter at the Buddha Mother Hall.

Wuchen saw that she didn't look very well, her eyebrows were furrowed and she hesitated several times, and there was a little uneasiness in her eyes.

"Good, poor monk..."

Zhen Shan looked at him helplessly, "Okay, don't be a poor monk, I won't ask you anymore."

When she said this, Wuchen did not relax at all, but became even more nervous. He held her catkin in his hands and said, "Shanshan, don't be upset. The poor monk told you everything."

Zhen Shan's eyes softened, "I'm not annoyed."

Wuchen: "Then..."

Zhen Shan sighed softly, "When this matter is resolved, we can have a good talk when we get back."

Wuchen pursed his lips and whispered: "I originally wanted the poor monk to tell you everything after you deal with the Buddha Mother Hall."

Zhen Shan raised her hand and stroked his cheek, "Little monk, will you always stay with me?"

Wuchen bent down and kissed her forehead, "Shanshan, except for you, I have nowhere to go."

Zhen Shan felt a little relieved and smiled softly, "That's good."

The four people over there were so stunned that they caught a glimpse of the two people making out again, and their resentment was soaring to the sky. Can they have some conscience?

Zhen Shan glanced at them lightly, "Well, if you're still in good spirits, then it's okay. Just keep knocking, just to shake the water out of your head."

Four people: "..."

We were wrong, really!

…

Until they were dragged to the Buddha Mother Hall, the four bodies were lying on the ground, motionless, like dead fish.

Mingkong opened the door, his face no longer had a compassionate smile, it was so charming and eerie, no different from the legendary Painted Skin Ghost.

only……

"Zhen Shan, I didn't expect that you would fall into the hands of a poor nun again, right? The poor nun has already said that only I can save you."

Four people: "..." Huh?

Seeing Mingkong's smug and evil smile on the air in front of them, the four of them were no longer dizzy and their bodies were no longer sore, so they just sat up and watched the show.

They turned to look at the two big guys not far behind, and then looked at Mingkong, who was smiling and touching the air, with a look of intoxication and nausea on his face, and the corners of his lips twitching.

At this time, if they were actors at the level of movie kings, they should show an angry expression in cooperation, and then curse Mingkong, a dead monster, for dying a good death, but they really couldn't get angry and wanted to laugh.
Chapter completed!