Has the heartthrob villain collapsed today?

Fu Zhenhong rested his hand gently on Tang Seng's shoulder, smelling the unique white sandalwood on Tang Seng's body, he slightly raised his eyes to look at this clean-faced monk in white.

The simplest monk's uniform wears on him with a lofty and calmness that is not stained by the world. His dark eyes are like glass washed by the clear stream water. Because of the current disadvantaged situation, a peaceful face emerges There was a rare tension.

Fu Zhenhong thought of the blushing look on the monk's cheeks again, that expression of helplessness, shame and embarrassment intertwined, like a high and cold moon falling into the abyss.

Fu Zhenhong buried her head on Tang Seng's chest, thinking about what she was going to do next, a slight arc of extreme pleasure overflowed from the corner of her lips.

[The monks are so pitiful! ]

Tang Seng's footsteps subconsciously paused due to Fu Zhenhong's movements. He lowered his head and lowered his eyes, but he couldn't see Fu Zhenhong's expression at this time. He could only see the three thousand black hairs that were as thick as ink.

"Hurry up, don't dawdle!" The Golden Horn King followed behind Tang Seng, urging impatiently.

On the right is a very empty room with only a bed and a few candle lamps.

Tang Seng hugged Fu Zhenhong on the only bed.

"You go up too." King Golden Horn said.

[This Golden Horn God assists, I love it! ]

After Tang Seng went up, he lowered the bed curtain.

The thin red veil can cover the face but not the outline and figure.

King Golden Horn stood at the door of the room and looked at the side of the bed, lest Tang Seng and Fu Zhenhong would make any small moves behind his back.

Fu Zhenhong lay on the soft silkworm ice mat, her soft and black hair spread out on the sapphire incense pillow, the candlelight shone on the red veil, and the halo diffused through the light veil into the warmth of the tent , making Fu Zhenhong's charming face even more coquettish and flirtatious.

Tang Seng looked at the young man lying quietly on the bed. The white clothes wrapped his elegant figure. It seemed that he had lost strength due to the effect of the medicine, and he was lying softly. The slight trembling of his eyelashes made one feel a Weak and soft, as if anything can be done to him at this moment.

The Golden Horn King a few meters away was still urging.

Under the signal of Fu Zhenhong's eyes, Tang Seng lowered his eyebrows and reached out to caress Fu Zhenhong's collar.

But it's just a change of clothes. If the object is Wukong or Bajie, Tang Seng can change it for them without changing his face, but this person is just that stubborn and naughty boy who likes to disturb his mood so that he can't calm down.

Tang Seng leaned down slightly, and the fingertips that touched Fu Zhenhong's collar trembled slightly.

Maybe it was because the narrow space was too tight, or maybe the candlelight was too dazed. At this moment, Tang Seng met Fu Zhenhong's eyes, which gave him the illusion that he was in the wedding room.

At the moment when this kind of consciousness came into being, Tang Seng's ears were flushed with blush.

He is nervous.

After Fu Zhenhong realized this, a slight smile appeared in his eyes, he opened his lips slightly, and said a few words with his lips: "You lean your body down."

Tang Seng thought of the young man's winking at him just now, so he obediently pressed down his whole body at this moment. When his chest was about to touch Fu Zhenhong's chest, Fu Zhenhong supported Tang Seng's shoulders and turned over neatly. The confrontation between the two was reversed.

King Jinjiao frowned: "What's going on?"

No one answered him.

The King of Golden Horn was vigilant, took out his weapon and walked towards the bed step by step.

Fu Zhenhong sat on Tang Seng's body, and the smile in his eyes became more intense. His eyes were raised slightly, and the faint redness at the end of his eyes became more and more lively because of this small arc, like the morning light. The begonias are in bud, and with a gust of wind, the veil floats, revealing a touch of intoxicating charm and charm.

Hearing the sound of Jin Jiao's approaching footsteps, Fu Zhenhong put one hand on Tang Seng's ear, and stroked all the hair that was hanging behind him with the other hand. He lowered his head slightly, and moved his backhand slowly from the back of his neck. Slowly pull out the spine.

Tang Seng just watched the slender joints emerge from the young man's shoulders bit by bit, one section after another, cold and cautious, it was the coldness penetrating from the bone marrow, bitter and cold, shudder.

At this moment, he could clearly feel the flexible body of the person on his body, and the tip of his nose was filled with a familiar and strong suffocating fragrance. He didn't feel the slightest discomfort or fear from the creepy bone whip, but had a strange feeling The feeling of rapid heartbeat.

Seductive and seductive, but cold and cold, two contradictory temperaments are mixed on this person, making people unable to look away.

King Jinjiao didn't stop until he was one meter away from the bed. He said coldly, "Don't play tricks."

There was still silence in reply to him.

The King of Golden Horn held his breath immediately, swung the Seven Star Sword and was about to lift the veil, but before the tip of the sword touched the veil, a piercing silver cold light suddenly flew out from the bed veil accompanied by a thick murderous aura, The Golden Horn King's whole body flew away in an instant.

The Golden Horn King's back hit the hard stone wall with such force, and there was a muffled sound. He covered his chest and coughed, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Fu Zhenhong who came down from the bed with all his guard: "Who the hell are you?"

Holding the bone whip in her hand, Fu Zhenhong said calmly, "It's the one who wants your life."

It was obviously a casual tone, but it instantly made King Jinjiao's scalp tingle, and he inexplicably felt a kind of eerie chill, and a strong crisis instinctively rose in his heart.

It was only at this time that he realized his carelessness and underestimation of the enemy. Whether it was the murderous intent in the young man's eyes or the bone whip in his hand, it was enough to show that although a beauty is beautiful, she is not an ordinary person who can be manipulated arbitrarily .

King Golden Horn clenched the Seven Star Sword in his hand, trying to use other methods to divert and warn: "You took that elixir, and that elixir is not only for ordinary people, if you fight me forcibly, it will only make the effect of the medicine worse Faster!"

Fu Zhenhong chuckled, he was really afraid that he would not say this.

Seeing Fu Zhenhong's smile, King Golden Horn tensed subconsciously. This was an instinctive vigilance that he didn't even have when facing Monkey King.

"Don't you have a lot of magic weapons?" Fu Zhenhong gently parted her lips, "Come on."

The Golden Horn King's eyes froze, he turned the candle placed on the stone wall beside him with his left hand, and rushed towards Fu Zhenhong with the Seven Star Sword in his right hand.

Fu Zhenhong waved his whip to meet them, the bone whip full of chilling aura hit people with cold light, carrying a fierce wind and collided with the seven-star sword blade, between lightning and flint, there was a "bang", and the sharp and sharp sword broke into two instantly Cut off on the ground.

The King of Golden Horn was shocked, and quickly used the technique of moving mountains and seas, calling out a five-meter-long boulder to roll towards Fu Zhenhong by chanting mantras.

Fu Zhenhong didn't dodge, the other empty hand condensed a blue halo and split the rolling stone in half.

"My lord, here we come!"

At this time, a group of little demons rushed into the room aggressively with weapons.

"Little ones! Give it to me!" The Golden Horn King waved his hands and gave orders, and dozens of little monsters charged towards Fu Zhen Hongkan with their swords in hand.

Fu Zhenhong rolled up the stones on the ground with a bone whip, and swiped the whip in the air. The huge stones instantly turned into dozens of sharp weapons in the shape of ice sculptures, and in the next second, they rushed towards Chong with a gust of wind. Little monsters here.

The sharp stone sharp directly hit the hearts of these monsters like lightning, accompanied by painful wailing, glaring blood flowed on the cold ground.

Tang Seng heard these screams, his heart tightened, and he pulled back the red curtain.

At the moment of entering the goal, the thick blood and corpses all over the place made him almost think he saw hell.

Fu Zhenhong didn't care about Tang Seng behind him, he flew forward, swung the bone whip again to wrap around Jin Jiao who was running out of the cave, and pulled Jin Jiao back with all his strength.

Jin Jiao fell to the ground, chanting the mantra non-stop, and a huge stone wall appeared in the room out of thin air, completely blocking the space in front of Fu Zhenhong.

Jin Jiao looked at the stone wall in front of him, he was slightly relieved that the safety was temporarily lifted.

However, in the next second, he held his chest and stood up, and when he was about to run away, the stone wall collapsed at a speed invisible to the naked eye, breaking into small stones, and then, a bone whip flew out like lightning.

Fu Zhen wrapped the end of the red bone whip around Jin Jiao's neck and twisted it hard. Before King Jin Jiao could even utter a scream, his head and body were separated. Blood gushed out from the side of his severed neck, and his head rolled down onto the Behind Fu Zhenhong, a drop of blood spilled onto Tang Seng's face.

Fu Zhenhong's bone whip was not stained at all.

He turned to look at Tang Seng, and the bone whip disappeared in his hand. He walked up to Tang Seng, looked at the frowning monk in white with an unbearable face, and sneered, "These monsters don't deserve your sympathy."

"They followed the golden horns and silver horns to do their best on this mountain, eating countless people, plundering those beautiful people and forcing them to submit. They are several times more evil than those little demons when I was in Baihuling." Fu Fu Zhenhong walked up to Tang Seng while talking, "If I were an ordinary person, do you know what will happen to us?"

Tang Seng was silent, but there was a slight looseness between his brows and eyes.

"There are purple, gold and red gourds in the golden corner and silver corner. Do you know how many innocent people turned into a pool of pus in that gourd? There was no corpse left, and it slowly melted in the airtight gourd. Isn't this crueler than me now? ?" Fu Zhenhong lightly stroked Tang Seng's cheek, and wiped away the splashed blood on Tang Seng's cheek with her cold fingertips.

"Monk, do you know that both the purple-gold and red gourd and the golden rope come from the Taishang Laojun, how can the monsters who can possess these magic weapons die so easily?"

Tang Seng subconsciously looked at the head that fell not far away, "What do you mean..."

"What I mean is that they may belong to the Taishang Laojun, and they will eventually return to the heaven." Fu Zhenhong did not intend to elaborate on the rest.

"You..." Tang Seng wanted to ask another question, but Fu Zhenhong suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Tang Seng was startled, and supported his shoulders, only to see a thin blush on Fu Zhenhong's fair and fair face.

[Come on, come on, Xiaohong is about to start pretending! ]

"It's the medicine just now..." Fu Zhenhong fell on Tang Seng's body, and put her arms around his thin waist.

Tang Seng thought of what Jin Jiao said, and there was a hint of worry in his tone that he didn't even realize: "Aren't you a bone spirit, can the elixir really affect you?"

Tang Seng knew that the young man was transformed from a pile of white bones. The real original form was just a cold, temperatureless skeleton. It stands to reason that even if he was not completely immune to the drug, he should be able to slowly resist the effect of the drug and then healed it from the body. Dispel completely.

At first, he thought that the weakness shown by the other party after taking the medicine was just to make King Golden Horn relax his vigilance so that he could recover mana faster, but the young man's current appearance made him doubt whether his guess was correct.

"I don't know why it works..." Fu Zhenhong buried her head in Tang Seng's chest, her voice was low, soft and light.

Tang Seng lowered his eyes and looked at the young man who was hugging him tightly. He couldn't see the expression on the other side at the moment, but he could feel the heat from the other side.

This young man's body has always been cold, without a trace of human warmth, but at this moment, he can clearly feel a wave of heat through a layer of clothes.

Tang Seng's expression suddenly became a little complicated: "Should I believe you?"

It is said that monsters are full of tricks, and this young man is also a monster, even more ruthless than ordinary monsters, and even more deceptive.When he was in Baihuling, he was full of lies, and he couldn't tell the truth from the fake.

"After walking out of Baihu Village, how did I lie to you again?"

[You are lying to him now. ]

[The weak chicken system shut up. ]

Fu Zhenhong rested her chin on Tang Seng's shoulder, turned her head slightly to look at Tang Seng, her dark eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist, and there was a bit of confusion, "I'm so uncomfortable now..."

Tang Seng pursed his thin lips, suppressed the inexplicable throbbing deep in his heart, and pushed Fu Zhenhong away: "Let's go find Lengquan."

"It's useless," Fu Zhenhong shook her head, "It's too late..."

"I..." Just as Tang Seng said a word, Fu Zhenhong hugged him again. He gently rubbed against Tang Seng's body, and slowly breathed in Tang Seng's ear: "Monk, help me Okay..." There was a hint of impatience and longing in his provocative voice, with a kind of irresistible temptation: "I am not a woman, and we don't have feelings between men and women, don't you Buddhists? Do you pay attention to self-sacrifice and fearlessness...All sentient beings are exhausted to realize Bodhi, you are saving me...you are also crossing this test..."

Tang Seng was silent.

The body and mind seem to have become two completely opposite extremes at this moment.

He could clearly feel that the body temperature was getting higher and higher with the young man's rubbing, and the heat from the other party's body seemed to be transmitted to his body little by little through a layer of clothing.

He thought of the advice of Master Avalokitesvara, the entrustment of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, the Mahayana Bodhisattva, and seeking the scriptures. They all dispersed in no time.

He subconsciously wanted to touch the Buddhist beads that would allow him to meditate, but found that the quiet and ancient Buddhist relics had already been taken away by Jin Jiao.

Fu Zhenhong noticed his movement, and continued in that light and lingering voice: "Monk, do I still remember those Buddhist scriptures you recited in the Bone Cave? If you want to prove this body...you must get rid of all suffering for a long time All beings, I am suffering right now...and I need you right now..."

Tang Seng lowered his eyebrows when he heard the words, closed his eyes and thought for a long time.

The candlelight shone on his clear face, the long and thick eyelashes were like crow feathers, and the black shadows cast under the eyelids swayed with the flickering halo, revealing a sense of depth and emptiness.

When he opened his eyes again, there was no lofty and tranquility in those dark pupils.

"what do you want me to do?"

The bright stardust hanging high in the sky, after all, still fell from the clouds, stained with ordinary love and desire, and turned into a stream of sparkling spring water.

It's an agreement...and a compromise...

There was a very shallow arc on the corner of Fu Zhenhong's lips. He swung his right hand, and the blue halo from his palm swept away all the corpses on the ground, and the broken stones were gathered together again to block the room. mouth.

After doing this, Fu Zhenhong's lips became a little pale due to the consumption of mana. He just took Tang Seng's hand and pushed him onto the bed, then sat on Tang Seng's lap, hugged Tang Seng's neck, and said softly Whispered: "I want you to use your hands...to help me get it out..."