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She must be the first nine-tailed fox in the history of the fox clan to be smashed into a meat pie because of a male color jumping off a cliff. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Mo Li could even think of the scene where the patriarch of the fox clan would use her as a negative example to educate the younger generations when he gave a lecture in the future.

"You must remember that men are intestinal poisons, don't be like Moli's nine-tailed fox, and lose the face of my fox clan."

Hey, the other nine-tailed fox is a hundred years old, and she is a stench for thousands of years.

The most important thing is that he is about to be smashed into a meatloaf, but he still hasn't seen the true face of the male god.

However, what the hell is a male god?

"The so-called male god is a general term for men who are out of reach, generally referring to the objects or idols that girls like, and generally describing good-looking boys who are neat and good-looking." Xiaoyu, who was in the consciousness of the silent glass, began to popularize the science of the silent glass at a glance.

"Shut up for me." Mo Li really didn't want to hear this strange thing speak, besides, shouldn't she be most worried about falling into a meatloaf now, why was she still thinking about these things.

Sure enough, he must have been blown stupid by this cold wind. Mo Li will never admit that his IQ is inherently flawed.

Hmph, Chenghui is really iron-hearted, she jumped off the cliff and was about to fall into a meatloaf, and she didn't see him come out.

As the best beauty of the fox family, Mo Li is about to bury this little life to beauty.

The speed of the fall was very fast, and it had already landed when the silence was shattered.

"Eh, who put a protective light film underneath this, thank goodness. I silently swear by the fox of the nine-tailed fox, and I will definitely turn a blind eye to beauty in the future. ”

Mo Li raised her little paw and swore an oath, but this oath was forgotten by her when she turned around.

"What a beautiful little monk." Mo Li looked at the little monk in front of him who was wearing a simple monk's robe and couldn't hide his nobility, and his mouth was about to drool.

It turns out that the monks are so good-looking, you must know that she did not come all the way to this spiritual mountain to find the living Buddha of Chenghui.

However, why is this little monk so familiar?

Actually, it's no wonder that Mo Li can't remember it, but in fact, the portrait of the fox clan naturally painted the majesty of the little monk a little bit for respect, as if he was inferior to his generation.

"Little monk, my name is Moli, what's your name?" At present, Mo Li has long forgotten the oath she just spoken.

In front of beauty, everything is a floating cloud. Besides, the nine-tailed fox clan is only one of her, what is the use of the fox.

The brisk little monk made Chenghui's heart tremble.

"Donor, life is precious, don't mess around." Chenghui clasped his hands together, Amitabha, and said lightly.

No matter how much she looks, she is not her.

After saying that, Chenghui was about to turn around and leave, but Mo Li used all her strength to feed, and quickly grabbed the hem of her clothes.

Cheng Hui coldly glanced at the blood stains on the monk's robe from the claws on the hem of the monk's robe, and his face was instantly gloomy.

Mo Li withdrew her claws in a sneer, and looked up at Chenghui with some apologies, but said unadmittedly, "Isn't it just a monk's robe?" I'll accompany you for one hundred and eighty pieces. ”

Mo Li's original intention was not like this, but as soon as the arrogant temperament spoke, it made people feel brutal and willful.

The little monk's brows furrowed, and then he smiled bitterly. How could he think that she was similar to his little fox just now, her little fox knew that she was wrong and changed it, even if it was a joke, the scale was very good.

Yes, the sky and the earth are big, and there is only one little fox of his, no matter how much others look like her, it will not be hers.

The little monk who had been cold and rejected thousands of miles away from the moment he appeared, but at this moment he bent down and straightened his waist, chanting a mantra and gently brushing away the blood stains on it with his hand, until there was no trace of others on it.

"Little fox, your clothes are going to be torn, why haven't you come back?" The little monk looked at the clean clothes, his eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and he smiled shallowly.

This smile can be called a smile of the world, which amazed the world of Moli.

"It's beautiful." Mo Li's relatively poor vocabulary could not describe the impact of this smile on her.

Mo Li's subconscious muttering broke the little monk who fell into his own world.

The little monk quickly smiled, then stood up, glanced at the glowing eyes of Mo Li, and frowned slightly.

"You leave, don't step into the realm of Lingshan in the future."

"Are you the Living Buddha of Chenghui?" Mo Li is not stupid, he can use spiritual power and spells to clean a half-old and not new, looking at a simple monk's robe with a sense of age, there will only be a living Buddha of Chenghui in this spiritual mountain.

"This monk's robe was made by the ancestor of Mingzhu himself, right?" Although Mo Li's words were a question, the tone was extraordinarily affirmative.

The only one who can make Chenghui, who does not eat the fireworks of the world and rejects people thousands of miles away, take care of it so carefully is the ancestor back then.

However, I don't know why, looking at Chenghui's appearance of caring so much, not only is she not angry, but she can also be pantothenic, but she is distressed and sad for him.

The pain in his heart was severe again, and that pain made Mo Li's face pale in an instant, and she was in a cold sweat.

"Little monk ......" Mo Li, who was confused, blurted out these three words subconsciously, as if she had called him like this for thousands of years.

The little monk's body stiffened, and he turned his head violently, is she her?

Mo Li's heartache came and went suddenly, and when the little monk turned around, the feeling of heartache that he was about to faint had disappeared cleanly.

In addition to the fact that his face was still pale, the cold sweat had not fallen.

"Can you call me a little monk again?" The little monk, who has always been indifferent and noble, and who is detached from external objects, actually begged, and looked at the silent glass that was shrunk into a ball on the ground with great nervousness.

Mo Li first flashed a trace of surprise, and then quickly realized that Chenghui missed the ancestor of Mingzhu.

"Little monk." Mo Li spoke, calling.

"No, it's not like that, in the same tone you just had, okay?" The green tendons on the back of the little monk's nervous hand burst out.

However, no matter what, the little monk could no longer hear the sound that made his soul tremble just now.

Great hope, but also great disappointment.

"You stay here to heal your injuries, and then leave Lingshan, don't step into it in the future." The little monk tidied up his sleeves, his face was calm, and he said in a cold voice.

If it weren't for the green tendons on his hands that were still so obvious, I'm afraid no one would know the forbearance in his heart.

"Little Monk ......"

"Master Chenghui......" The little monk corrected quietly, except for his little fox, no one in this world is qualified to call him a little monk.

She is his own little fox, and he is just a little monk of hers. Between them, there will never be a third person. (To be continued.) )