Occupy the hero CP position

When Pei Xun opened his eyes, what caught his eyes was a handsome, rather immature face.

He took a serious look, and could vaguely tell that this was Kong Chen's youthful form.

Pei Xun paused, opened his mouth to speak, but immediately realized that it was not his voice, but another person.

Before he could figure it out, the young monk on the opposite side said: "Almsgiver, this little monk is a monk with a compassionate heart. I saved you not to ask you to repay."

After two breaths, Pei Xun heard 'myself' say: "Our family, if we receive favors from others, we should spring up to repay it. Or you want the deity's life, that's fine too."

"Impossible, ants are still stealing their lives, how could this little monk take your life?"

"Little monk, no matter what, this deity will repay you."

It took Pei Xun a while to realize that this body seemed to be his own, but it wasn't.This body has its own actions, consciousness and thoughts. Although he is in this body, strictly speaking, he is like a bystander.

There is no way to change what the red-haired man said or did, only to watch.

The red-haired man thought for a while, with his palms up, a bone flute appeared in his hand, "This is for you." While speaking, he handed the bone flute to the young monk.

The little monk curiously picked up the bone flute, looked at it carefully against the moonlight several times, and found that the bone flute was actually emitting light. Although the light was weak, it was very beautiful, almost blending with the light of the moon: "What is this?"

"This is the flute that I made from my own bones when I was an adult, and each of our people will make one when they become adults." The red-haired man explained, "If you encounter any danger in the future, or need help from this deity, please let me know. Blow this bone flute, and the deity will appear immediately."

"You, your bones?"

After hearing this, the little monk was a little afraid of the beautiful bone flute in his hand, and was about to throw it away. However, thinking that it would be very impolite to throw away other people's things, he could only hold it with trembling hands, "Donor, you , you take the bone flute back, I can’t take it, little monk.”

"What are you afraid of?" The red-haired man narrowed his eyes, "I've carried this bone flute with me for many years, and it's just a flute now."

The little monk blinked, "Young monk... can't accept this great gift."

At the end, he couldn't help asking again: "The benefactor is, but the fox clan?"

In this world, the only ones who can transform things empty-handed are monsters, except for some monster hunters with relatively high spiritual ranks.

And he is more familiar with the fox clan.

When the little monk first entered the temple, he heard that many senior brothers were seduced by fox women, and their six roots were not clean. Some people lost their vitality and lost their lives because of this.

The little monk thought, if this person belongs to the fox clan, even if the other person is a man, he cannot be deceived.

"Fox clan?" A contemptuous smile appeared on the handsome face of the red-haired man, "Because they are also worthy of being compared with this deity, this deity is the king of the wolf clan, Yinyue."

This name really doesn't match his domineering appearance.

But the little monk couldn't tell what was weird, he could only nod his head, "Okay, Wolf King."

After he finished speaking, he petrified for three breaths, and then screamed, "Ahh! Wolf, wolf king, I heard that the wolf clan is the scariest, most ruthless monster clan, and the wolf king...... Demon."

Yinyue twitched the corners of her mouth, suddenly a red light glowed all over her body, and soon, a huge adult wolf with silver hair all over her body appeared in front of the little monk. It had a red mark on its forehead. What is the pattern.The wolf's eyes were majestic, but when he saw the little monk's frightened eyes, he tried his best to soften them.

"This deity will not hurt you, so don't be afraid of this deity."

The little monk trembled Σ°△°|||︴: "Wolf, wolf king."

Then, the frightening giant suddenly lowered its head towards the young man in white cassock, restraining half of the majesty and spiritual pressure around him: "Little monk, call me Ah Yin."