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Chapter 60 [The Demonic Monk]

In Liu Cui Building, the useless people are nothing more than that.

In fact, Liu Yingying at this time is not at the point where there is no cure for medicine and stones, but what's the use of keeping Liu Cuilou for a girl who can't receive guests?
Liu Yingying died of a sudden death within less than half a year of her lingering illness.

As for the sudden death, who would care?

Even Miss Liu's only sweetheart was married on the day when she died suddenly, and she married her new bride with joy, but the new bride was not her.

Even He Xiucai betrayed her heart and left her, so who could Miss Liu expect to still miss her?

Her miserable and miserable life was just like catkins fluttering and falling with the wind, and eventually returned to dust.

However, the story of Ms. Liu and He Xiucai is different from the stories of most infatuated women in this world. A heartbroken man can't live a peaceful life.

On the day of He Xiucai's wedding, Guiyuan sat on the high hall in the hall with her legs crossed.

He Xiucai lost his father when he was young. Although Sun was the only one left when he knelt down to worship his parents, in order to express his memory, he still placed another chair where his father should have sat on the left side of the center of the hall, next to Sun. The chairs are placed together on the left and right sides.

This arrangement made it easier for her to sit on the empty chair where He Xiucai's father should have been sitting on the day of the wedding.

She was leaning crookedly on the chair, out of shape, but her girlfriend cast a spell, and all the people who came to He Xiucai's wedding banquet thought that there was no one on the chair, but they never imagined that it would cause He Xiucai to be so big. On the wedding day, the culprit who danced the moon dress dance sat casually in this most conspicuous place.

At that time, Guiyuan was lying comfortably on the chair in the hall, and received He Xiucai's big obeisance to the high hall, and then, a second before the couple's obeisance, raised her fingers and cast a spell casually, So He Xiucai ran straight to the courtyard in a daze.

When He Xiucai jumped onto the table in the courtyard, Guiyuan's fingers began to dance rhythmically, and He Xiucai, who was charged, danced along her fingers.

Turning his head, twisting his neck, twisting his buttocks, circling around, exposing his thighs, a frail scholar just jumped out of the smell of a brothel maiko.

And the worst part about boudoir grievances is that he kept He Xiucai, who was accused of dancing on the moon and dressing clothes, awake the whole time, and let him, the most face-saving teacher, watch himself make a fool of himself in public. But helpless.

She made the heartless He Xiucai go through the pain that he should have endured in another form.Let him bear the punishment for the sins he committed, and for the betrayal of Miss Liu.

Therefore, when the boudoir resentment was accepted by the monk, he would yell out loudly that he was right.

It's just that she did nothing wrong, she is doing justice for the sky and eliminating harm for the people!
There are so many heartless people in the world, shouldn't they be punished?Is it possible to let them live a good life with peace of mind?
Boudoir resentment, a resentful spirit that gathers the resentment of women in the world, will never be convinced!
Several hours later, it was already dusk, and the monk woke up from this mixed dream.

What Sun said to him is a story, and He Xiucai and Liu Yingying in this dream are another story.

But the monk is open-minded, these two seemingly completely different stories are actually just one story.It's just that the same story has different appearances in the eyes of different people.

Obviously, the story in Sun's eyes is simpler.

His son got married, but he went crazy on the day of the wedding for no reason. He sought medical treatment for half a year but failed. It wasn't until he met a monk that he realized that it was the work of evil spirits.

As for Guiyuan, the evil spirit who is considered to be causing trouble, the story in his eyes is obviously much more complicated and complete than Sun's version.

He Xiucai, the only cultural person in the village, turned out to be a genuine heartbreaker. After taking off his hypocritical face, he was really a selfish and villain at root.

Romance, love, love, he also covets these things, but in his eyes, they are no match for fame, fortune, gold, silver and treasure.

During those days in Liucuilou, he seemed to be deeply affectionate towards Liu Yingying for the rest of his life, but he was actually a hollow person inside.

What He Xiucai really cared about from beginning to end was himself.

And should such a ruthless scholar be punished?

The method of dealing with boudoir resentment was too radical. Although the monk had just accepted her, his answer to this question was yes.

It's just that monsters like boudoir grudges deal with problems simply and rudely. This monster, the monk asked himself, was right.

Seeing that the monk finally woke up from the dream, Guiyuan lay on the magnified plush futon with her legs crossed and said proudly, "How is it? Silly monk, should you let me go now?"

"Don't let go." The monk's voice was cold, but undeniably decisive.

But these two short words were still very angry to her boudoir. She stood up abruptly, her voice seemed to penetrate the mustard seed and resounded in the monk's eardrum: "Don't let go? Why don't you let go? I'm a scapegoat You good monster! Why do you stupid monk catch me?"

The boudoir resentment was raging in the mustard space, but the monk didn't seem to have the slightest temper, and even his voice was still unhurried: "Why do you think you are right? Casting spells on people without authorization, being violent and impulsive, how to punish others? By one's own will."

Monk Luo listed a long list, and his head ached when he heard the grievances, so he hurriedly raised his hand to tell him to stop: "Stop, stop, I'll make He Xiucai, a heartless guy, pay the price. ?”

The monk shook his head, this little demon is stubborn, but since she is about to be born and she has no debts, he should be patient.

The monk's voice revealed a little solemnity, but it was a bit like the old abbot in the temple: "Little demon, don't argue, this poor monk won't punish you this time, just follow me and practice hard."

After the words fell, the monk paused for a while, and then solemnly made a promise: "I will save you."

However, the monk's attitude was serious and sincere when he said these words, but the resentment in the mustard seed turned his eyes to the sky.

She twitched the corners of her lips, full of disdain: "Damn, it's just you? Do you still want to save me?"

Until the two of them stopped talking, and the mustard space became completely silent, Boudoir lay on the plush futon and thought of the handsome appearance of the dull monk, which was much better than a frail scholar like He Xiucai.
She licked her bright red lips, and thought with some evil intentions: "Hey, this stupid monk still wants to save me, let's see how my old lady eats him."

(End of this chapter)