847. Chapter 847 Charming Little Fox Demon VS Abomination as a Hater Taoist (23)

Yuanxiu didn't know what the little fox Shi was doing, so he closed his eyes.

Then, he felt that his arms were empty, and his fingers bent unconsciously, as if he was a little uncomfortable.

"Okay, Yuanxiu, open your eyes."

He opened his eyes, and there was still that dark pavilion in front of him. Where is the little fox donor?

"I'm here." A soft voice came from behind him.

Yuan Xiu's heart moved, and he felt that something seemed wrong. He turned around and his eyes suddenly widened.

In the night wind, against the backdrop of the full pond of lotus flowers, there are beauties standing slenderly, holding lamps and smiling.

The night wind blew her light skirt, as if it was going to go with the wind in the next moment.

At this moment, the beauty was looking at him with a smile: "This handsome son, the little girl has a lantern in her hand. Would you like to give me a reward?"

In her hand, there is a lantern that she did not know when she got it.

Yuanxiu looked at the woman in front of her who was not as beautiful as ordinary people, and only felt that a certain vacancy in her heart was quietly filled.

He slowly showed a smile: "The female benefactor loves you, and the little monk is very honored."

He stepped forward slowly and reached out to take the lantern swaying in the night wind.

Gu Shengyin raised his eyes and rolled his eyes at him: "Little monk? Are you really planning to become a monk?"

Yuan Xiu shook his head and smiled, "A habit developed over the years is hard to change for a while."

He looked at Gu Shengyin next to him with some joy and some curiosity: Is the person who master said that he planted the roots of love over the years, the person who loves each other, is the benefactor of Qingbo?

It's no wonder that when I see her, I feel very cordial in my heart.

A fragrant wind suddenly hit in front of him, and Yuan Xiu only felt that a warm fragrance of nephrite jade suddenly approached his arms.

The beautiful woman in the world was very close to her, leaned against her ear and asked softly, "Yuanxiu, you took my lantern, but because of my face?"

Yuan Xiu's heart was indifferent, but he had experienced this kind of battle before, and the roots of his ears that had been smoked by the heat were naturally a little red.

He said in a low voice, "Don't speak, the benefactor of Qingbo, you must know that color is emptiness..."

Gu Sheng smiled inwardly, and moved closer, the two of them were almost touching each other, and she was sensitively aware that the other's body stiffened.

The thought of trying to play tricks on him became heavier, she said with some dissatisfaction: "So many girls on the street give you lanterns, but you don't accept them, and I'm prettier than them, so I give them to you, you just don't accept them. I want it, it's not because of my beauty, what's the reason?"

Yuanxiu still shook his head: "Qingbo benefactor, you are different from them."

Gu Shengyin pressed step by step: "What's the difference?"

Yuan Xiu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly his heart moved, and he looked at it carefully.

Sure enough, he saw a trace of seriousness in the woman's seemingly casual actions.

He seemed to understand something, and his floating heart suddenly calmed down.

"In the hearts of the little monks, they are nothing but withered bones and red faces; while the Qingbo donor is the only color in the little monk's spiritual platform."

On Gu Shengyin's white jade-like face, a faint blush appeared.

This monk, even his love words, spoke so earnestly.

But Yuan Xiu suddenly smiled, he gently stretched out the other free hand and held Gu Shengyin's hand.

"Master once said that I have the roots of love that I have planted in my life, and I have lovers who fall in love with each other. Yuanxiu is lucky and seems to have found this person."