Taoist Temple: I was broadcast live when I preached to animals

A thought flashed through Cheng Fan's mind.

What kind of weird prince is this?

Still wearing perfume?

like a woman...

woman!

Cheng Fan's pupils shrank slightly.

Under the violent thunderstorm, a girl in a long red dress was lying inside.

Rumo's long hair hangs down her body, her white face is flawless, her skin is shatterable, her facial features are exceptionally delicate, her vermilion lips are slightly parted, her slender eyelashes are trembling slightly, and those beautiful eyes seem to open at any time.

"..."

Cheng Fan squeezed the thunder to disperse it, and then shot out a burst of mana to protect the girl and prevent her from being hurt by the scattered lightning.

It never occurred to her that inside the coffin was not some vassal prince who had failed in rebellion, but an unidentified girl!

That's another matter.

At least what I saw was not a mummified corpse, nor some resentful ghost, but a beautiful girl... maybe there is some secret in it.

cough cough...

The consciousness and the eyes of the sky were opened together, and the pale golden light fell on her delicate body.

Skin, palms, bones, appearance...

Everything shows that she is a human girl.

In particular, her bone age is surprisingly only 16 years old!

Tianyan encountered Waterloo again.

A ray of brilliance faintly flowed from this girl's body, completely hiding her karma and making it impossible to see through.

Although Cheng Fan doesn't know what this brilliance is, he can be sure that the girl's bone age is locked at 16 and it is inseparable from this brilliance.

At this time, the girl's slender and fine eyelashes fluttered slightly, her eyes slowly opened, a pair of bright and pleasant eyes looked at Cheng Fan, and her slack pupils slowly focused, with a look of confusion appearing in her eyes.

Seeing the girl raised her arms a little jerky, trying to make herself sit up.

Cheng Fan shot out a burst of mana and helped her up.

The long hair like a waterfall spilled down the red dress, fell to the waist, and even grew a little longer.

The girl looked around blankly, as if she was at a loss, her bright eyes were full of panic.

Cheng Fan suddenly realized that he was using his spiritual sense to investigate, and the hall was completely dark.

Snapped!

Cheng Fan snapped his fingers, beams of brilliance flowed, illuminating the hall named "No Return".

"Om-!"

Chapter 484 Mysterious girl, I guess you draw?

Suddenly saw a ray of light, and then slowly became brighter, the girl's eyes gradually took on color, giving birth to a sense of a world away.

Cheng Fan no longer wanted to kill at this moment, he wanted to know more about the secret of the girl and this Hall of No Return.

Just when he was about to ask something, he suddenly turned his head slightly, and there was a thunderous sound of drawing a knife.

I saw those iron bumps stood up at some point!

It was facing the coffin, no, to be precise, it was facing Cheng Fan.

Swords, guns, sticks, axes, hooks and forks, all the weapons floated up, even the only piece of broken iron art floated up, aiming at Cheng Fan!

Wisps of black smoke gushed out from the armor, quickly condensed into a shape, propped up a set of armor, and held tightly the weapons floating in the air.

Two spots of scarlet light up on the eyes of the Xuantie Buddha's mask, like one after another red-eyed warriors.

Three hundred black iron armors, three hundred Dawson's cold killing intent!

Cheng Fan's face was calm, and he smiled lightly.

This level of killing intent and aura can threaten the stage of enlightenment, but to him, it's just a palm effort.

The only thing worthy of praise is their ignorance and fearlessness, and the thought of protecting the Lord wholeheartedly.

Even after a thousand years, it still remains in my heart.

Black smoke billowed, and all the soldiers of the Xuantie Futu floated quickly, and the cold and iron-blooded killing intent invaded.

Without the restriction of a mortal body, they can even exert ten times, a hundred times more combat power!

Cheng Fan looked indifferent, slowly left the coffin, turned around, and faced the three hundred black iron pagodas!

His eyes lit up, shining like stars, and the torrent of mana in his body was surging, ready to go!

At this moment, the girl in the red skirt frowned slightly, a trace of panic flashed in her bright eyes, and she staggered to stand up and climb out of the coffin.

Perhaps it was because she had been in this coffin for thousands of years, and she had already forgotten how to act. When her feet hit the ground, she instantly collapsed and collapsed on the ground with a snap.

Cheng Fan's consciousness caught this scene, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Fortunately, he was a little serious just now, but he didn't expect that there was a weak and boneless girl inside, and he immediately classified her into the category of powerless.

But at this moment, right in front of Cheng Fan, three hundred black iron stupas swarmed towards him, their blades attacking with fierce blood.

Cheng Fan lightly raised a hand, mana was about to gushe out.

At this moment, the girl in the red skirt pursed her lips, clenched her teeth, quickly got up from the ground, and staggered towards Cheng Fan with bare feet.

Under Cheng Fan's surprised gaze, he stretched out his arms to protect Cheng Fan, his delicate face was full of firmness.

The wide red dress was blown up by the strong wind, and several sharp long knives were frozen in front of her eyes, only an inch away, but not an inch in!

All the black iron armor seemed to have lost their power and stopped moving forward, and there was a dead silence in the Hall of No Return.

Cheng Fan clearly read doubts and incomprehensions from their scarlet pupils, and he himself did not understand why this girl would desperately defend herself.

That dark iron sword is not a toy, but a murderous weapon that cuts iron like mud.

"Lie Yuan!"

Strange and vague syllables spit out slowly from her mouth.

As if it was an irresistible order, the three hundred black iron pagodas receded like an ebbing tide and returned to their original positions.

With a bang, the armor returned to its place.

All the black shadows dissipated, the scarlet pupils dissipated, and all the armor turned back to the original cold iron bumps, motionless.

Cheng Fan slowly frowned.

What he cares about is not why these armors will retreat, what he cares about is...

What did she just say?

Why can't you understand?

When the armor returned to its place, the girl breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and looked into Cheng Fan's eyes without saying a word.

The girl stared at Cheng Fan's face, narrowed her eyes slightly, like a beautiful crescent moon, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a sweet smile.

The vigilance in Cheng Fan's eyes gradually dissipated, he looked directly at her bright and beautiful eyes, and asked softly:

"who are you?"

"Forehead……"

The girl opened her mouth slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she could only utter some syllables with unclear meanings, which were completely inaudible.

Cheng Fan smiled helplessly, and pointed out a flash of spiritual light towards her, intending to communicate with her using his spiritual sense.

The aura lightly fell on her head, but a brilliance emanated from her body, the aura was blocked, and it slid down her long hair like a waterfall to the ground.

The two stared blankly at the aura on the ground, speechless for a while.

"Ahem, so, you don't know how to speak because you haven't spoken for a long time, right?"

The girl in the red skirt nodded hurriedly, a sweet smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Cheng Fan thought for a while: "Then let's play a game, you draw and I guess."

"?"

The girl tilted her head, her face full of doubts.

The corners of Cheng Fan's mouth turned up, and considering her ancient identity, she changed into a brush that shone with golden light, and explained with a smile:

"The rules of the game are very simple. I will give you a question, you write or draw the corresponding answer, and I will guess what the answer is about."

"The rules of the game are so simple, do you understand?"

The girl looked at Cheng Fan blankly, shaking her head left and right.

"..."

The corner of Cheng Fan's mouth twitched, he stuffed the brush into the girl's hand, and pointed to the ground.

Whether you understand or not, the painting is over!

The girl held the brush and looked at Cheng Fan hesitantly.

"First question, who are you?"

The girl suddenly realized, she held the writing brush in a very standard posture, waved it lightly, and golden glows appeared out of thin air on the tip of the brush.

Looking at the three vertically entangled fonts in front of him.

Except for one word "er", he can recognize it, but he really can't recognize the other two characters.

He is just a well-behaved medical graduate, and he has not yet comprehended the agile, elegant and mysterious brushwork of a senior doctor.

"Can we stop using cursive script? Do you know italics?"

Cheng Fan was speechless.

The girl nodded and started writing with a smile.

A burst of golden light flashed by, and three big square characters appeared - Lu Xin'er.

"Lu Xiner?"

Cheng Fan asked tentatively.

The girl nodded happily.

Cheng Fan then asked, "What dynasty are you from?"

Lu Xin'er picked up the pen, and wrote down a word—Tang.

A strange look flashed in Cheng Fan's eyes, everything was not beyond his expectation.

The brilliance on her body has protected her for more than 1000 years.

In the prosperous Tang Dynasty, there will be a Taoyuan built to avoid the chaos of war.

"Do you know how you entered this hall and entered the coffin?"

Hearing this, Lu Xin'er shook her head blankly, apparently even he himself didn't know why he was in the coffin, let alone why he could live for so long.

Cheng Fan rubbed the center of his eyebrows, looked directly into her star-like eyes, and asked:

"Then...why did you protect me just now?"

Chapter 485 No matter when, what women always care about is...

Lu Xin'er hesitantly picked up the pen, a trace of hesitation flashed across her face, as if it was difficult to express.

She pointed to Cheng Fan, and drew a golden circle with a brush.

"Mmmmmmmmmm!"

A big question mark appeared in Cheng Fan's mind.

Realizing that Cheng Fan didn't seem to understand it, she gestured to draw a small circle, which was only the size of the palm of her small hand.