Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

  Chapter 2910 Holy monk's lotus essence (5)

  The appearance is too young, but the expression is as lonely and cold as the snow of a thousand years.

  Bai Weiwei poked her head to look, and the little lotus leaf also shook forward.

   It was too hazy, and I saw a side face.

  She wanted to go forward, but found that she couldn't move.

   Can only stay in place.

  Shaking the leaf, Bai Weiwei, who found that she couldn't move, could only sigh, forget it, let's think of another way.

   After all, it might be the monk here.

  If you see her becoming a spirit, you don't kill her, a fairy, with a stick.

   But if we stay here like this, what if the target of the raid does not come.

  Does the supermarket have any quick practice methods to make her become active in one fell swoop?

   There is no way to become a human being, only to be able to move.

  She feels that her charm, even a flower, can gain some favorability.

   After all, in this plane, she is just a flower.

  That Ning Chen or something, you can't have any grudges against her.

   No enmity, no grievance, it is the easiest strategy mode for her.

   It will be troublesome if you encounter a copy of Hell where the whole family is cut off.

   Just when Bai Weiwei was standing still, planning to pretend to be a quiet lotus.

   But he saw that in the water, the boy had lowered his eyes calmly, and then walked up step by step.

  Yes, from the water, go up step by step.

  The flow of water seems to have become a ladder.

  A strange fragrance came from afar in the cold air.

  Countless budding lotus flowers began to bloom.

  That young man finally stepped onto the water surface, the water surface was shimmering, reflecting his beautiful body.

   Between his white and holy brows, there is a little light red cinnabar.

  The short hair was soaked in water and stuck to the fair forehead.

  The tails of his eyes are slightly long, and the water drops follow the corners of his eyebrows, slide to his delicate jaw, and fall into the water again.

  Bai Weiwei also felt her face start to heat up, and an ancient and distant Zen sound came from her ears, as if she was attracted by something, her mind went blank.

   All distracting thoughts disappear.

   It seems that the four things are all empty in an instant, and I just want to bloom.

  She shook her leaves, and the lovely petals shook, and finally suppressed the urge to bloom.

   And she can't bloom, she blooms all the flowers.

   It will wither if it is opened again.

  She hid behind a big leaf curiously, and carefully glanced at the man.

   You will hear the familiar prompt tone.

  【Ding, the hero has zero favorability. 】

  Bai Weiwei responded immediately, let's attack the target.

  He is Ning Chen, that unlucky one-year-old monk?

  In her opinion, Ning Chen is a typical example of being forced to become a monk.

  The young man stood among the red and white lotus flowers, his naked body, faintly hidden in the mist, was astonishingly beautiful.

  He turned sideways slightly, raised his hand, and a white monk's robe fell into his hands. There were faint golden light patterns on the monk's robe, which turned out to be scripture scripts.

  The young man put on the monk's robe with one hand, and walked to the front pool barefoot, stepping on the water.

  The black sandalwood bead string, like a living thing, flew down on his wrist, with a golden tassel at the end of the bead.

   Floating in the air.

  When I walked to the edge of the pool, the mist dissipated and the golden light suddenly appeared.

  The young man's beautiful and holy face is as calm as jade under the sun.

  He seemed to be aware of something, the tails of his eyes were slightly raised, his eyes were empty, and he turned his head to look into the pool.

  Among those large lotus leaves, a small lotus poked its head gently, and put the small leaf on the big leaf, as if it wanted to stand on tiptoe to look at him.

   But I found that my roots were stuck and I couldn't come over.

  Little lotus hangs her head, looking a little dejected.

  (end of this chapter)