Oops, the vicious supporting actress stole the role of the villain

Chapter 76 The Proton, the Eunuch He Overturned the Imperial Power (9)

The little Taoist looked in the direction she pointed, and although he didn't understand why, he still replied, "It's a Bodhisattva."

The girl withdrew her gaze and looked straight at the little Taoist priest, "The little Taoist priest is wrong, this is definitely not a Bodhisattva."

The little Taoist didn't understand, but as long as she didn't kill someone, he was still willing to chat with her. "Then what are you talking about?"

A smile of unknown meaning suddenly appeared on the girl's face, "I don't know what it is, but what is certain is that it is definitely not a Bodhisattva."

The little Taoist was even more puzzled, and he asked, "Why are you so sure?"

The word slave at the end of the girl's eyes turned a little red, and she said sarcastically, "Because you are a Bodhisattva, the Taoist priest, the Buddha in this temple has the same image as the Taoist priest, so naturally it cannot be a Bodhisattva."

The little Taoist frowned when he heard the words, and his face was full of disapproval, "My merits and virtues have not yet been completed, so I hope the little benefactor will show mercy and don't desecrate the Buddha statue."

"What an idiot, can't you hear that I'm scolding you?" The girl folded her arms around her chest, and the sarcasm in her eyes grew even stronger.

The little Taoist did not become angry, he looked serious, and said word by word, "I will not give up, because it is my destiny to eliminate demons."

The girl felt bored for a moment, she spread her hands, with a fearless expression on her face, "Then you can continue to follow, anyway, I..."

Before she finished speaking, a human voice came from the direction of the temple. "A monster—"

Everyone looked over.

The girl saw the man's past, a pair of furry ears appeared on her head, and her eyes changed from dazzling purple to hollow pure black.

The man who fled in a hurry was dragged back by an invisible hand. He knelt on the ground, looked at the girl in front of him in horror, his body was shaking non-stop.

The girl's black eyes were bottomless, her gorgeous red lips were slightly parted, and she asked casually, "Do you have any last words?"

When the man heard this, he kowtowed in fright, "Master Demon God, there is an 80-year-old mother on the villain, and a three-year-old child on the bottom, please let the villain survive."

The girl hooked her lips, "80-year-old mother?"

She raised her hand slightly, and the black energy turned into a big hand, grabbing the man's hair and forcing him to raise his head.

She smiled and asked, "Didn't your 80-year-old mother be thrown into the deep mountains and old forests by you when the mountains were covered by heavy snow? Didn't she come back from the dead?"

The man was stunned at first, but when he realized it, his expression was flustered. He shivered and denied, "No, no, how could the villain hurt his mother? The villain's mother is still at home waiting for the villain to go back. You, my lord, have a lot. Just let the villain go."

"I originally wanted to eat your heart, liver and lungs, but now it seems unnecessary."

The man was overjoyed.

In the next second, there was a layer of black air all over his body, and the tearing pain made his face extremely distorted.

"stop!"

With the sound of the sound, a long sword flew over. The long sword engraved with Buddhist scriptures was extremely sharp, and quickly cut off the connected black air.

The girl was shocked by the golden light and took a few steps back.

She raised her hand to wipe off the blood from the corner of her lips, and looked over with a smile still on her face, "This sword is not bad."

At some point, a red lotus appeared on the forehead of the little Taoist priest, and a ball of golden light was still wrapped around his fingertips. He approached "Buddhist magic weapon, you can't match it."

The girl clicked her tongue twice, and said regretfully, "You still want to persuade me to surrender and purify me, what a pity..."

Before she finished speaking, she raised her hand and waved at the little Taoist priest, so fast that it was hard to see clearly.

A long sword with Buddhist inscriptions appeared out of thin air and blocked the little Taoist priest.

The word slave at the end of the girl's eyes became redder, she smiled wantonly, and the black energy from her body gushed out lightly, enveloping the long sword forcefully.

The little Taoist seemed to realize something, he raised his hand and slapped it, trying to disperse the black air on the sword.

However, things went against his expectations, he was backlashed by the black energy, and he staggered back several steps before he managed to stabilize himself.

At the same time, a mouthful of black blood spat out from his mouth.

The smile on the girl's face did not diminish at all. She raised her hand and shook it lightly, and the long sword turned into bright yellow scraps of scriptures and fell to the ground.

She stood still in front of the little Taoist priest, raised his chin, and said provocatively, "Congratulations, your magic weapon is gone."

The little Taoist was silent.

She looked down from above, and continued, "Why do you say this, I have persuaded you many times, this is all right, the magic weapon is gone."

The little Taoist pulled away the girl's hand, and stood up with difficulty, "I can practice again without you, no matter what, I will not let you continue to harm the common people."

The smile on the girl's face disappeared, and her eyes were ruthless, "How dare you be tough when the life-saving magic weapon is gone, are you begging for death?"

The little Taoist was not afraid, and met her gaze directly, "As long as I am alive, I will never sit idly by."

A trace of confusion flashed across the girl's face, but she suppressed it quickly, and her eyes were still fierce, "Then I will fulfill you today."

The black air completely surrounded the little Taoist priest, the girl raised the black air-wrapped hand, as long as she gently grasped it, the person inside would turn into a pile of flesh.

The little Taoist looked at the girl through the thick black air. Even at this time, his eyes were as firm as ever, "As long as I don't die, I will always follow you until the day you are purified or killed."

The girl's hands slowly retracted, and the black air circle also became smaller.

The little Taoist couldn't hold on anymore, and half-knelt on the ground, blood began to ooze from the corners of his eyes.

The black air disappeared, and a girl's voice sounded beside him, "Even if you practice for another hundred or eighty years, you may not be able to touch the corner of my clothes."

The little Taoist raised his head, he casually wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, and said with some difficulty, "Then I will follow you until that day comes."

"Then you have to work hard, because I'm going to kill people in front of you now."

After speaking, the man lying on the ground turned into powder, and the breeze blew, and the powder was blown away, as if this person never existed.

The girl turned and left, the little Taoist stood up and followed after seeing this.

The scenery kept changing, and the little Taoist priest following the girl also changed, becoming stronger and stronger.

One day, the little Taoist's sword lay across the girl's neck, and he asked, "I'll ask you one last time, you..."

"Don't ask, never look back."

……

"who are you……"

In the darkness, the man lying on his back on the bed opened his eyes, and a touch of red flashed in his brown eyes.

Chu Yan raised his hand to cover his face.

I had this dream again...

From the day he met Chu Nanchen, he has been having this dream.

In the dream, he was a little Taoist priest.

He used that body and said disgusting words.

Chu Yan lifted the quilt and got out of bed, he pushed the door and walked out in a white jacket.

The guards standing outside knelt in a row. Their bodies were shaking so badly that none of them dared to look up.

The bright moonlight shone on Chu Yan, and he showed a cruel smile, "Chu San."

As if he had gotten used to it, Chu San quickly pulled out his saber and handed it over.

Chu Yan took the knife and walked up to one of the guards.

Just when the other guards breathed a sigh of relief, they waved their long knives.

They felt a gust of wind blowing, and before they had time to react, they died.

A row of guards fell to the ground together, their eyes wide open, the bloodstains on their necks were very conspicuous.

Chu Yan threw away the long knife, took the silk scarf embroidered with real dragons and wiped his hands, "Old rules."

"Yes."

(End of this chapter)