Supreme Killer Concubine: Feng Po Jiuxiao

Zhuge Canglan→_→

"I also know that there is no free lunch in the world. What do you want to do? What is your purpose?"

"Hey, why does the little benefactor think of people so utilitarianly? The poor monk really wants to help you, and there is absolutely no other meaning."

Zhuge Canglan really wanted to help her, but his eyes were fixed on Jin Mi.

This meaning... is obvious.

This monk... is not a good thing!

Jin Mi was so frightened that she hid behind Zhuge Canglan, crying: "Wuuuuuuuuuu Master, this monk is so annoying..."

"Don't worry about her, give me medicine."

When Jinmi went to undress Zhuge Canglan, Chenkong turned away and said "Amitabha" once.

"Little benefactor, I don't know where you got this little girl."

The bruised and bruised body that was pumped by Zhuge Liuxiang was very miserable. The blood was stuck to the surrounding wounds on the clothes, and her body trembled when she was pulled lightly.

While carefully uncovering it, Jin Mi smeared honey on it, with tears streaming down her eyes.

Enduring the pain, Zhuge Canglan tried to divert his attention, and then chatted with the monk: "Don't take it for granted, she signed a servant contract with me, and she is my...uh,...a fairy."

"The little benefactor is so lucky... The poor monk has always wanted to have such a one... What a pity..."

"Shouldn't monks have no desires, no desires, no desires, and no sexual desires? Such a little fairy, even if she is not a human, she is still a woman..."

Chenkong sighed: "So... the poor monk just thinks about it!"

Zhuge Canglan...

If he is not a monk, he will definitely raise a "golden honey".

It took a full two hours for Zhuge Canglan's injuries to be healed by Jin Mi.

Wandu honey is indeed a good healing medicine, and the wounds with flying flesh will heal within a moment, leaving a light pink scar.

Such a miraculous effect made Zhuge Canglan feel emotional, but luckily he accepted Jinmi back then.

Otherwise, this time, she didn't know how much she would suffer.

Dust Kong seemed to have eyes behind him, Jin Mi just stopped when he turned around.

"Little benefactor, do you want to know why you can't use spells now? Is the spiritual power in your body restricted at this moment, no matter how hard you try, you can't summon it?"

"How do you know?" Zhuge Canglan narrowed his eyes, hiding a cold murderous look in his eyes.

"This... poor monk knows a thing or two."

"Then tell me." This is what Zhuge Canglan needs to know most now. The spiritual power in her body is like a stone sinking into the sea. If it continues like this, how will she take revenge.

Chenkong lifted the monk's robe and sat down directly in front of Zhuge Canglan.

"There are three reasons for this. Alas, the poor monk went down the mountain to ask for alms, but he still hasn't reached the point..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhuge Canglan raised his left hand, with a spar between each finger, a total of four spars, shining brightly.

Chen Kong's eyeballs suddenly seemed to be stuck to her hands, such a handsome face with such an expression, it's really... not good-looking!

Under Chenkong's hook-like gaze, Zhuge Canglan loosened the gap between his little finger and ring finger, and a piece of spar fell into Chenkong's pottery bowl.

when--

Dropped with a bang.

Chen Kong suddenly smiled happily: "It's easy to say, easy to say, the little benefactor planted a good relationship, the Bodhisattva will definitely bless you, and the poor monk must know everything without saying nothing..."