Martial Arts Crossover: I am the strongest demonic monk of Tianlong Temple

Chen Mo stood not far away and couldn't help but chuckle softly.

The laughter wasn't loud, but it instantly silenced the noise in the courtyard.

Next second

A black figure rushed out of the courtyard gate like a ghost.

Wanwan stepped into thin air barefoot.

A pair of eyes were fixed on the white-clad figure outside the door.

All the coquettishness and cunning on her face vanished.

"you……"

She opened her mouth.

I had so much to say, but in the end, only one sentence remained.

"Hmph! You finally know how to come back?"

Chen Mo clasped his hands together and said awkwardly, "This humble monk... is lost."

"get lost?"

Wanwan gritted her teeth, "You've been obsessed with this for all these years?"

She spoke fiercely, but her eyes were already slightly red.

Chen Mo was about to make a couple more excuses.

A figure in blue quickly walked out of the courtyard.

Mu Wanqing was still wearing a veil.

The moment he saw Chen Mo, his steps suddenly slowed down.

My gaze lingered on that familiar face for a long time.

"My husband, you've lost weight."

He spoke just a few simple words, but his voice trembled slightly.

Followed by.

Shi Feixuan, Zhu Yuyan, Song Yuzhi, Fu Junzhuo, Mei Jian, Lan Jian, Zhu Jian, Ju Jian and others walked out of the courtyard one after another.

Some people were pleasantly surprised.

Some people complained.

Some people had red eyes, but they held back their tears.

Song Yuzhi was the first to rush forward, crying, "Husband!"

The other women then surrounded them.

The once quiet courtyard gate suddenly became lively.

"Husband, where have you been all this time?"

"How cruel of you to leave so many of us sisters here."

"Tell me, do you have other girlfriends outside?"

"..."

Surrounded by the women, Chen Mo was momentarily at a loss.

Even when facing a martial tribulation, he showed no sign of panic.

But now.

A bead of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, a rare occurrence for him.

"Cough cough."

Chen Mo coughed lightly, "This humble monk can explain."

"explain?"

Wanwan sneered.

"Okay!"

"We have plenty of time to listen to your explanation."

Mu Wanqing reached out and pushed open the courtyard gate.

"Come in first."

It's still raining outside.

Chen Mo looked up at the sky.

Rain dripped from the eaves, splashing water droplets on the bluestone slabs.

The everyday life of ordinary people.

The old friends are still here.

"No time for explanations, this humble monk is here!"

Done.

He flashed across the courtyard gate.

"ah!"

Before the four women, Mei, Lan, Zhu, and Ju, could react, they were swept into the courtyard by an invisible force.

The moment Wanwan's toes touched the ground, Chen Mo grabbed her slender waist.

"You big pervert, what are you doing?"

Her pretty face flushed slightly, and although she said that, she didn't struggle.

"What else can we do?"

Chen Mo smiled and said, "Naturally, it's to make up for the 'debt' that I've owed over the years."

Upon hearing this, Mu Wanqing's face, hidden beneath her veil, instantly turned bright red.

Shi Feixuan spat lightly.

"lecher."

Song Yuzhi and Fu Junzhuo lowered their heads, their faces flushed red.

Zhu Yuyan, however, crossed her arms, a half-smile on her face, appearing quite calm.

"With so many sisters, don't just talk big."

Chen Mo paused slightly.

He then took a deep breath and revealed a look of resignation to his fate.

"Amitabha."

"If I don't go to hell, who will?!"

The courtyard gate slammed shut.

The next moment, a sharp rebuke rang out in the courtyard.

—The End.