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1332. No less than 73

Zhen Shan looked at them, and when she received the looks from her reborn parents, the four of them were excited, showing off their best acting skills in their lives, and cursed angrily: "Mingkong, you damn nun, let go of Miss Ashan, let us...

…”

Ah, no, "You are a neither-male nor female monster, what do you want to do? If you become a monk, all four elements are empty. Fornication is a major sin. There are gods above your head. Aren't you afraid of retribution?"

Mingkong frowned, and while squeezing the body of "Zhen Shan", he impatiently ordered the monster, "Throw them to the monastery in the backyard."

The four people who were scolding happily were dragged away by the monsters again, "..."

Is this guy dragging a pig to death?

Mingkong "ate" a lot of tofu and squinted his eyes with satisfaction, "This female benefactor is too obsessed, so I brought her to the nun's monastery. The nun wants to save this female benefactor personally."

After Wuchen came out of Mingkong, his eyes became colder and colder, and a strong dark aura appeared on his body, which was strange and compelling, like a bloodthirsty Shura leaning over, the beads between his fingers were disconnected, and the originally sacred beads were actually infected.

With bloody murderous intent, it seemed that in the next moment, he would cut Ming Kong into pieces.

This was the first time that Zhen Shan felt such a cold and cruel aura from the young monk. At this time, he was no longer the compassionate Wuchen Master, but just like that person, who could manipulate people's hearts and do whatever he wanted.

The devil who determines life and death.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she couldn't help but want to stay away from him. Even though she had recovered her original memory and her mortal heart had dissipated, the shadow that Lu Zhong left on her would still remain. Even if she refused to admit it, she had to say,

She hated and feared that man.

Even though she won't flinch from this, she can't avoid heart palpitations.

Wuchen felt her uneasiness, his breath disappeared, and the darkness all over his body dissipated completely. He looked at Zhen Shan, his thin lips slightly pursed, a little uneasy, and as stubborn as a child.

Zhen Shan frowned slightly, held his hand, and said slowly: "It's just a clown, why get angry?"

Wuchen lowered his eyes, covering up the strong and cold killing intent in his eyes, not wanting to scare her anymore.

But for the first time, he wanted so much to turn a person into a powder!

But how could a disgusting thing dare to covet his kindness?

Even though Mingkong didn't really meet Zhen Shan, Wu Chen couldn't tolerate the fact that he dared to lust after her.

If it were not for the affairs of the Buddha Mother Hall to be handled by Shanshan, it would be most beneficial to her, and Wuchen would not still have such a disgusting thing.

However, it’s coming soon. When the time comes, he will personally save me, Amitabha!

Zhen Shan saw Wu Chen's long and thick eyelashes trembling slightly, casting a fragile shadow, and pursed her lips, looking rather childish and pitiful. She was a little amused, and at the same time, the uncomfortable concern in her heart also dissipated.

The same tree will also bear different fruits. Although Wuchen and Lu Zhong belong to the same soul, they have been separated and reincarnated as different people, which are independent individuals. Lu Zhong is a dog and has nothing to do with Wuchen

of.

She already owed this little monk, and she shouldn't have forced her dissatisfaction with those bad men on him. It was too unfair to him.

She stood on tiptoes and kissed his eyes, "I promise you, I won't let Mingkong have an easy time in the future. Don't be unhappy, okay?"
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