The 2910th Chapter Holy Monk's Lotus Essence (6)

The boy's cold eyes still showed no emotion, he just closed his robe indifferently, then turned around and left without hesitation.

All the way to the golden light, the white flowers are in full bloom.

Spiritual energy boils.

This is the beginning of the Buddha's bones, a sign of the mighty one.

Wherever you go, the creatures will be inspired no matter what plants, and you will be happy and welcome in bloom.

Little Lotus, no, Bai Weiwei stared at the target and left.

She couldn't catch up either.

The system suddenly said: "The target of the attack is here? It's the monk who wants to attack."

He also fell asleep.

As a result, I overslept.

Bai Weiwei: "Why do you still have hair? Although it's a little short, isn't it a monk?"

System: "Shave, but the male protagonist has been in retreat for a few months, and with his own vitality, his hair has grown back."

Bai Weiwei understood, "Then after he takes a bath, is he going to shave his head again?"

System: "I see... I can't see it."

Bai Weiwei: "..."

Suddenly feel that Tongzi is becoming more and more comfortable, making him more and more like a rice bucket?

Bai Weiwei thought it was pretty good too.

Eat more and feel better.

She is happy to pet.

The bell rang, and all the monks suddenly rejoiced.

"Uncle Master has come out of retreat and is preparing for a razor. He must have grown his hair again."

The little monk immediately ran to get the water, the full set of razor tools.

Several monks also sprinkled water immediately to clear the road.

Countless planted flowers are also blooming ahead of schedule.

The sound of Zen in the temple is far away, the bells are long, and some older monks have been holding lotus flowers and clustered out all the way.

And the young man walking in front of them had a calm face and cold eyes.

The cinnabar between his brows was amazingly gorgeous, but it did not detract from his peaceful elegance.

The eldest old monk with a wrinkled face, holding a handful of lotus flowers, soaked himself, refusing to let his filthy aura irritate the young man in front.

"Uncle, do you want to lose your hair first, or..."

The young man looked sideways, and there was no expression on his delicate face.

He said indifferently, "Let's subdue the devil."

This retreat is to break through the bottleneck.

He caught a nightmare.

Nightmare is born from the filthy desires of the human heart. After eating countless evil desires, after raising itself, it will eat back the human heart.

How many people died at its hands.

Having imprisoned the Nightmare like the Tower of Conquerors, he did not destroy it.

Because Nightmare's ability was too powerful, he rushed over.

Might let the nightmare escape.

Nightmares eat the heart, but because people have hearts, thoughts, and desires.

Before he retreated, there was still a trace of sadness in his heart that his master passed away.

This trace of sadness is very light.

But it's still a personal flaw.

It took several months of retreat and meditation, and finally this loophole was closed.

He raised his fingertips, and black sandalwood beads floated up and surrounded the boy.

"You are guarding the outside, I will enter the tower."

After speaking, the young man stepped forward with a leisurely posture.

Demon Tower, the bell rang.

Little lotus Weiwei stood in the water with a dull expression.

Can't walk, can't run, can't touch the target.

Ah, so boring.

SpongeBob SquarePants calabash baby tadpole can't make her happy even looking for her mother.

The system is repairing the console.

It is said that after repairing it, you can play with the host.

look forward to.

Bai Weiwei was drowsy, just about to yawn.

Suddenly the sound of water was heard.

She raised her face and looked at the plate, and saw the golden light filled with water and mist.

The beautiful boy stood in the water again, with blood running down his fair skin.

It seems to be full of coquettish patterns.

Not his blood, maybe the blood of another monster.

After all, the goal of this strategy is to conquer demons.

Just as Bai Weiwei was about to try to move her body, she suddenly saw the drooping eyes of the young man in front of her and raised her slightly.

His complexion was as cold as snow, the cinnabar between his brows was bright, and his thin lips were lightly parted.

"Are you a sperm?"