Has the heartthrob villain collapsed today?

The damp and cold cave, the piles of bones and skeletons on the ground, the ghostly candlelight, and the lingering blood in the air.

The monsters on Baigu Ridge can eat the flesh and blood of living people, they are vicious and cruel, and those who go up the mountain will never return.

Tang Seng could feel his heart beating slowly faster, it was a kind of fear and tension of peeping about to be discovered, accompanied by this emotion, there was also an inexplicable palpitation.

The hand by his side unconsciously clenched into a fist, and just as he was about to step out of the stone blocking his figure, the young man in red suddenly smiled.

Suddenly charming and boneless, three points of beauty.

The boy was smiling at Zhang Sheng.

After discovering this, Tang Seng was slightly relieved, the boy did not see him.

"My... name is Zhang Sheng, and I found you." Zhang Sheng blushed with excitement, and stared at Fu Zhenhong with obsessive eyes.

"so what?"

Zhang Sheng smiled slightly, with a stubborn madness and distortion in his tone: "I am willing to sacrifice everything to you, I know you are a monster, you eat me, so that my flesh and blood can completely dissolve into your bones."

Tang Seng was startled when he heard that, even though he couldn't see the dark color on Zhang Sheng's face now that his back was turned to Zhang Sheng, he could still feel a kind of crazy love from these few words.

He still remembered that when he met Zhang Sheng, he could tell from his words that he was a man who had read a lot of poetry and books. Although he was only a child of the Ping family in a village, he talked gracefully, rationally and calmly.

Completely and this time are two extremes.

For a moment, Tang Seng suspected that the young man had used a demon technique, otherwise, how could a rational and steady person suddenly become so crazy and distorted, lose his composure, and even sacrifice his life?

But the young man's eyes were calm and cold, which was like a deep cold pool. Except for the faint smile at the beginning, he faced Zhang Sheng, who was crazy and admiring him, and there was nothing superfluous on his gorgeous face. any expression.

This is a kind of silent contempt and arrogance. Tang Seng has a feeling that this arrogant and indifferent young man may not even bother to use that kind of seductive means.

Monsters are good at bewitching people's hearts, and this young man's attitude all shows that Zhang Sheng is nothing more than an ant in his eyes.

Maybe even looking at it is already stingy.

Tang Seng was thinking about it, but Zhang Sheng suddenly took out a knife and cut his wrist hard.

In an instant, bright red blood gushed out and splashed on Zhang Sheng's face.

Tang Seng was startled, and regardless of being discovered, he hurried out and grabbed Zhang Sheng. The wound on his wrist was too serious. If he didn't stop the bleeding and bandage it in time, Zhang Sheng would bleed to death soon.

Zhang Sheng threw Tang Seng away. With a ferocious face, he threw the knife and walked slowly towards Fu Zhenhong who was on the soft couch: "Can you drink my blood?"

Tang Seng wanted to hold him, but was caught by the little spirits who suddenly rushed in.

"Zhang Sheng!" Tang Seng tried to stop him.

However, how could a person who has completely lost his mind listen to his persuasion.

Zhang Sheng walked towards Fu Zhenhong step by step, murmuring obsessively: "You need mine, right?"

"Go away."

Fu Zhenhong kicked him away directly, and glanced at Zhang Sheng indifferently with a dirty look: "It's disgusting."

Casual contempt, at this moment, is like the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

Zhang Sheng covered his head and started laughing. The gushing blood dyed his body wantonly. He looked crazy and distorted like a lunatic. He raised his eyes and took a deep look at Fu Zhenhong, then jumped into the funnel-like furnace .

The raging fire on the furnace wall quickly melted his flesh and blood, and turned into bones rolling down.

All this in just a few minutes.

A living person just turned into a pile of bones in front of Tang Seng, an inconspicuous one among the many bones in this cave.

And the boy who caused all this, from the beginning to the end, just glanced at him lightly when kicking Zhang Sheng away.

The boy is a monster.

It is a cruel, cruel monster without any human emotions.

At this moment, Tang Seng realized this deeply.

He seemed to understand the legend.

The monsters in Baigu Ridge are beautiful and beautiful, but the only difference is that maybe the missing people in the village were not eaten by this monster, maybe those people, like Zhang Sheng, jumped into the abyss on their own initiative and used their flesh and blood as sacrifices .

But even if it was not eaten by the young man, it is undeniable that he indirectly killed Zhang Sheng.

As if he had guessed what he was thinking, the young man walked up to Tang Seng unhurriedly, "I am a monster, and a monster has no heart, so how can anyone show mercy?"

Tang Seng was tied up with a rope by the goblin, unable to move his body, he could only look at him with disapproving eyes.

Fu Zhenhong thought his expression was very interesting, but it was more vivid than when they first met.

Fu Zhenhong waved his hand to signal the little ghost to go down first, and then he squatted down in front of Tang Monk just like a few hours ago, his eyes were level with the eyes of the monk in white.

In the same scene, this time, the monk's eyes were no longer as calm and peaceful as before.However, the loftiness and gentleness that seemed to be integrated into the bone marrow did not change at all, even if the body was bound now, at least there was no panic on that clear face.

Fu Zhenhong smelled the faint white sandalwood on his body again, and the peaceful fragrance poured into the tip of her nose, as if it could calm all restlessness.He gently used his fingers to wrap up the Buddhist beads around Tang Monk's neck, and his white and round fingertips slowly rubbed the Buddhist beads made of agarwood.

Tang Seng frowned slightly, and his eyes fell on the young man's hand playing with the Buddhist beads. This hand is slender and well-proportioned, soft and dexterous, and it is more beautiful than a woman's hand.But he knew that it was such a pair of good-looking hands that could turn countless people into undead corpses with just a wave of hands.

Obviously, he should be afraid, because of the coldness and danger of this hand.However, at this moment, looking at the young man who was slowly stroking the Buddhist beads with his fingers, Tang Seng felt an absurd feeling of being molested.

He quickly recited the Purifying Mantra silently in his heart, absorbed all six of them, and then recited one after another, turning his dazed mind around.

It's the scent on the boy's body that's causing the trouble!

When the young man approached him, he could smell the fragrance emanating from the young man's body. It was a kind of cold fragrance coming from the bone marrow.

It is probably the case that the bones are fragrant.

He is also a layman, so he fell into the trap the moment the fragrance poured into his nose.

Thinking of this, Tang Seng looked at Fu Zhenhong with more vigilance.

Fu Zhenhong pursed her vermilion lips lightly, and looked at Tang Seng with a half-smile: "Elder Tang, we meet again."

"You are the boy in white." Although the words were questioning, Tang Seng's tone was affirmative, perhaps because he had already guessed in his heart, and at this moment he was not surprised when he heard the boy say that.

Monsters are good at disguising and have thousands of faces, and this young man is no exception.

"Elder Tang, although I didn't see you in real face at that time, I really wanted to go west with you."

Tang Seng shook his head: "Your mind is impure."

Fu Zhenhong sneered: "Don't you monks pay attention to the equality of all beings? What you said is biased. As for your impure thoughts..." He paused, and then continued: "I see you are so big. In the beginning, the apprentice didn’t really want to protect you to go west to learn Buddhist scriptures; let alone your second apprentice, maybe you are missing now, and he is looking to share the luggage and prepare to break up. "

Tang Seng pursed his lips and remained silent.

Fu Zhenhong went on to say: "They can be with you with such thoughts, why do you refuse when they come to me?"

Tang Seng's eyes flickered, and he actually started to think about Fu Zhenhong's words.

Fu Zhenhong stared closely at Tang Seng. At this moment, there seemed to be brilliance in those beautiful eyes, and it was no longer the kind of indifference and coldness that she faced Zhang Sheng.

His ink-like eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he said very seriously: "You Buddhists say that all dharmas are equal, all living beings are reincarnated in the three times and six realms, all living beings have Buddha-nature, flowers have Buddha-nature, plants and trees have Buddha-nature, But flowers and plants have no heart."

"Since flowers and plants have no heart, and they all have Buddha-nature, then even ruthless monsters should also have Buddha-nature. So..." Fu Zhenhong's voice slowly softened, and there was a hint of lingering in her seductive voice. Bewitched by some kind of temptation: "Monk, although I am a heartless monster, I can still possess Buddha nature. Why don't you come and save me?"

When Tang Seng heard this, his expression relaxed a little.

Then he lowered his eyebrows and thought for a long time.

Time passed by minute by minute.

But just when Tang Seng was about to agree, the young man suddenly brought his lips to his ear and said slowly, "I lied to you."

After speaking, the young man smiled viciously, playing with people's hearts in a playful, surly, and wanton way.

The breath from the boy's lips and teeth was so warm, but when it sprayed onto Tang Seng's earlobe, it only made him feel cold, "What you said just now were all lies?"

"Otherwise?" Fu Zhenhong patted Tang Seng's cheek lightly, with a slight disdain and pity in her tone: "I went west with you to learn Buddhist scriptures, how can I be at ease now? I am not restrained in this Baiguling, so how can I Will you come to ferry me? But I just want to tease you."

Tang Seng's complexion rarely darkened.

"It is said that you are an eminent monk, as long as I eat your meat, I will live forever." Fu Zhenhong smiled lightly: "Now you take the initiative to deliver it to your door, how interesting, I will eat you soon."

The ending of the last sentence rose slightly, and Fu Zhenhong's tone was filled with obvious joy.

[Wow!Xiaohong, how do you want to eat him?I'm blushing! ]

[Braise it. ]

[? ? ? ]

"Wukong and the others will find the poor monk soon."

Even now, Tang Seng didn't panic much.

"Are all monks so naive?"

[Let me tell you, Xiaohong, Tang Seng has a background.Backed by the mountains, fearless. ]

Fu Zhenhong ignored the weak chicken system, but continued to say to Tang Seng: "Why do you think you came to me without encountering any dangers along the way? You must know that I am not the only monster on Baihu Ridge."

Tang Seng frowned: "Are you using Zhang Sheng to lure me here?"

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows, and said in disapproval: "When you find Zhang Sheng, you can call your apprentices, instead of going up the mountain alone. So in the final analysis, what really attracted you here is your own heart."

Tang Seng's lips moved, thinking that if he had chosen to go back and call Wukong and the others, Zhang Sheng would definitely not be there when the master and apprentice came together.However, the fact now is that even though he chased Zhang Sheng, the fact of Zhang Sheng's death did not change, and he even fell into danger.

Thinking this way, Tang Seng didn't say anything in the end.He just looked at Fu Zhenhong with a playful face, and thought to himself that this young man was really just like other monsters, cunning, sinister and full of tricks.

"You don't need to worry about these anymore, I will eat you, and when your apprentice finds you," Fu Zhenhong pointed to the pile of wreckage on Tang Seng's right side: "You will become the same as these The white bones, and with the passage of time, will eventually be forgotten, buried in dust, and annihilated among all living beings."

Tang Seng was not frightened by Fu Zhenhong, he raised his eyes and looked at him calmly, "If the poor monk is really eaten by you, it will be my fate in this life."

"Monk, you think clearly." The corners of Fu Zhenhong's eyes twitched slightly: "You are not afraid of death, so I will start enjoying you slowly."

At this moment, it was obvious that he should feel fear, but Tang Seng didn't have a wave of emotion similar to this in his heart.He looked at the young man's exquisite eyebrows, and found that the shape of the monster's eyes was extremely beautiful, with a light and faint red at the end of the eyes, like a beautifully blooming peony.

In the terrifying and cold atmosphere, the word "enjoy" came out of the monster's mouth, which made Tang Seng feel an inexplicable strangeness.

[It would be great if I could show the degree of favorability, so that you can know the progress of the strategy, Xiaohong. I don’t know if this will make Tang Seng’s favorability toward you lower and lower. ]

[Under the premise of not breaking the human design, it is indeed difficult to attack Tang Seng. ]

[In order not to collapse the character, I can only use another language to tease him.Wuwu Xiaohong, you are too difficult. ]

[Yes, because the weak chicken system can't help. ]

[... Hello, Xiaohong, goodbye, Xiaohong. ]

Fu Zhenhong put her face in front of Tang Seng again, his cold fingers slowly slid down from Tang Seng's smooth forehead, the fingertips went down the straight bridge of the nose to the tip of the nose, and then soft and warm lips, Then to the beautifully lined jaw.

His fingers were too cold, without a trace of warmth, as cold as the most remote glacier. As he slowly traced down Tang Seng's face, Tang Seng's body trembled uncontrollably.

Not from the trembling of inner fear, but from the instinct of the body.

The monk named Sanzang simply closed his eyes, waiting for the next fate of being eaten by the monster.