Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

Cui Yan was so angry that his eyes were about to burst, pointing at Su Chen and Nan Xiang:

"Su Chen! How dare you...!"

But when he met Su Chen's calm yet bottomless black eyes, and the faint, heart-pounding aura emanating from his body, the rest of his harsh words were stuck in his throat.

Lu Mingxuan's face also darkened.

Su Chen is the most talented disciple of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, the first sect in Buddhism, and also the number one of the younger generation in the entire world of cultivation. He is not sure that he can escape unscathed.

Besides, things haven't reached that point yet.

Lu Mingxuan involuntarily recalled the green skirt in his memory, and the girl who had eyes only for him, with a dim look in her eyes.

He looked at Su Chen deeply, then glanced at the girl in his arms with lively eyes and a strange golden halo, and finally his gaze fell back to the place where the phantom demon disappeared, with a hint of complexity in his eyes.

He knew that at this point, it was useless to force it, and continuing to argue would only bring humiliation upon himself.

"That's all."

Lu Mingxuan's voice was still cold, but it carried a subtle hint of fatigue and warning.

"The monster has been eliminated, and Yunmeng Lake has been freed of a scourge. However..."

He looked at Su Chen, his eyes like swords, with the sharpness of seeing through people's hearts.

"Buddha's son, demons are demons after all, and their nature is difficult to tame. I hope you will keep the Buddha's heart and not be deceived by appearances and fall into practice."

These words may seem like an exhortation, but in fact they are directed at Nanxiang, with the implication of sowing discord.

"Hey! Mr. Lu! What do you mean?!"

Nan Xiang got furious when she heard this. She leaned out of Su Chen's arms and started to curse at Lu Mingxuan's back.

"What a hypocritical hypocrite! You can't save your nephew because you don't have the ability, so you try to sow discord!

My little monk has a clear mind, why would you fart here? What's wrong with the demon?

Some people look glamorous on the surface, but they are even more filthy than demons in secret! Your "Forgetful Sword Immortal" from Luoshui Sect is indeed forgetful. Is he the one who betrayed the fox demon Qinghe and killed people to silence them? I think your Luoshui Sect is the place where filth and dirt are hidden! ..."

She cursed quickly and urgently, with clear logic and every word piercing the heart, and she included both Lu Mingxuan and Luo Shuizong in it.

Lu Mingxuan's departing figure stiffened for a moment, but he did not turn back, only his pace quickened.

Luo Lin's face turned pale, he glared at Nan Xiang fiercely, and hurriedly followed Lu Mingxuan.

Seeing that both men from Luoshui Sect had left, Cui Yan felt that he was alone and powerless. Facing the unfathomable Su Chen and the sharp-tongued Nan Xiang, he could only spit in hatred and turned away in embarrassment.

Nan Xiang stopped after watching the three people disappear in the mist. She put her hands on her waist and panted slightly. Her face flushed with excitement, and the golden halo around her eyes became brighter.

Su Chen had been listening to her cursing quietly, and instead of stopping her, a faint smile appeared in the depths of his eyes.

When she was tired of scolding him, he spoke softly, his voice carrying a barely perceptible softness:

"Donor lady, they have gone far away."

As if to remind her that the person she was scolding could no longer hear her.

Nan Xiang then turned around, her face instantly changing back to a sweet and smart one, and asked tentatively with a hint of caution:

"Little monk, don't take Lu Mingxuan's words to heart, okay? You don't really think that I'm a demon, so... that's bad, right?"

She looked into Su Chen's eyes nervously, afraid to see a hint of hesitation or alienation in them.

Su Chen looked at her anxious and expectant eyes, and the slight ripples in his heart caused by Lu Mingxuan's provocation instantly subsided.

He shook his head gently, picked up a flower and smiled. That smile was like the first melting of snow on a mountain, with the clarity and determination of seeing through the world:

"The Buddha looked at a bowl of water and saw eighty-four thousand insects. I see mountains as mountains, I see water as water, I see all things as they come from my mind.

Monsters and humans, good and evil, are not determined by their appearance, but by their hearts. Anan’s heart is sincere and pure, and I can see it clearly. "

He did not say directly "I don't mind you being a demon", but used more profound Buddhist principles to express his attitude - he believed in her and believed in her true heart.

Nan Xiang's anxious heart was finally at ease, her eyes burst into great joy, and her smile was as bright as the rising sun over Yunmeng Lake.

She was about to rush over to express her excitement, but suddenly she remembered something, her face fell, and she stamped her feet in pain:

"Oh no! What a loss!"

Su Chen was slightly startled: "What's wrong?"

Nan Xiang pointed at the place where the phantom monster disappeared, looking frustrated:

"What a pity to waste the thousand-year-old phantom demon's blood and hair! They are valuable things! They can be sold for a lot of money... er, no, they can be used to refine a lot of treasures!"

She almost let the cat out of the bag and quickly changed her words.

Su Chen looked at her money-grubbery and pretentious appearance, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

He slowly raised his left hand which had been behind his back, and his slender fingertips were holding a few strands of hair (the silk of the phantom demon) that were glowing faint green and looked like flowing moonlight.

At the same time, he raised his other hand, and a small, exquisite, translucent emerald glass bottle appeared out of thin air. In the bottle were three drops of emerald green liquid that emitted a psychedelic halo like emerald stars - it was the essence of the phantom demon's heart and blood!

"you……"

Nan Xiang widened her eyes in surprise. She looked at the hair, then at the glass bottle, and then at Su Chen's handsome face with a mischievous smile on his face. She understood instantly.

It turned out that when she was unconscious or just woke up, Su Chen had unknowingly separated and preserved these two things at the moment of purifying the phantom monster!

"Master Buddha, you are so amazing!"

Nan Xiang cheered and no longer cared about her reserve, she rushed over to grab the glass bottle.

Su Chen turned his wrist and easily avoided her "claws". He put away the two things and only handed her the few strands of the phantom demon silk with indulgence in his eyes:

"This item may be of some use to you. As for your blood and essence, the evil spirit has not yet been eliminated. It needs to be purified by Buddhism before it can be used safely."

Nan Xiang took the cold and flexible magic thread and couldn't let it go. She didn't care about the essence and blood at all and smiled with curved eyebrows:

"Yeah! Little monk, you're the best!"

Su Chen received the good guy card from the little girl and smiled helplessly. Looking at her bright smile, he felt that everything he had just done was worth it.

The sunlight penetrated the thin mist and shone on the two of them, sweeping away the tension and gloom just now, leaving only the relief of surviving the disaster and a hint of tacit sweet warmth.

The water vapor in Yunmengze seemed to have a hint of fresh sweetness.

On the other side, the three people who had already left Yunmengze paused. Cui Yan had a hot temper. He crossed his arms and looked at Luo Lin with a haughty face, showing no mercy:

"Humph! Hypocrite!"