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Chapter 81 Xuanzang and the Demon Girl

An accord in Jiaofangsi.

Before entering, you can smell the fragrance of women in the air.

The so-called scent to know a woman, Xuanzang's perception of this fragrance is that this woman is the best.

"Lord Buddha, Miss Fuxiang is waiting for you inside." Lan'er said.

"Ah."

Xuanzang nodded, and then entered the Accord.

In the attic, there is an antique look and fragrance, decorated with fine sandalwood furniture and ink paintings of literati.

Behind a red curtain, a graceful figure can be vaguely seen.

"Miss Fuxiang, you asked Lan'er to call me, what do you want to do, or what?"

Xuanzang asked with a calm expression.

After the words fell, behind the curtain, a woman wearing a red gauze classic dress slowly walked out.

The woman's clothes are thin, her waist is like a willow, and her facial features are exquisite and picturesque, just like the flying girl in the murals, not like ordinary people.

And exudes a charming and soulful aura from the bottom of his bones. If an ordinary man sees her, he might be captivated by him with just one look?

"This woman is not human!"

Just a glance, although there is no evidence, Xuanzang is sure that the other party is not human.

"Fuxiang has met the holy monk, and has admired his name for a long time." The oiran Fuxiang smiled charmingly, and moved in lotus steps.

When I saw Xuanzang for the first time, I was amazed that there is such a handsome man in the world, especially the masculine aura exuding from her body is a deadly poison for a race like her.

Moreover, Xuanzang is full of energy, his whole body is full of fairy spirit, and he has ten generations of merits and virtues around him. Such a body is fatal to a banshee, and she cannot extricate herself.

Xuanzang approached, close to the oiran Fuxiang, and said:
"The high-ranking officials spend a lot of money to get Miss Fuxiang's side, but Miss Fuxiang refuses to agree. Why do you want to come to see me?"

Fuxiang smiled cleverly, her red lips were like fire, she slowly blew out a mouthful of fragrance, and softly whispered in Xuanzang's ear:
"Holy Monk, do you believe in fate?"

"Do not believe."

Xuanzang took a step back, although this fragrant fish and wild goose had a beautiful face and a moony appearance.

But they are not human after all!

Furthermore, the mere charm technique also wanted to confuse his mind.

Fuxiang's face changed slightly, this Xuanzang didn't seem to follow the routine.

If this was an ordinary man, he would have already surrendered to her beauty and pushed him at will.

But the more this is the case, the more it can arouse the desire to win in her heart.

She just wanted to win Xuanzang, and then let Xuanzang dedicate his life energy.

This is the pride of being a Nine-Tailed Fox clan!

Fu Xiang smiled politely and said:
"Actually, I was overwhelmed by the talent of the holy monk. Your sentence about the bright moonlight in front of the bed is like frost on the ground. It is really a good poem. I think that if I don't have some experience, I'm afraid I can't write such a good sentence."

"Oh, that poem. Isn't there a mouth? It's nothing!" Xuanzang said.

Fuxiang was once again confused by Xuanzang's failure to play the cards according to the routine. According to the logic, shouldn't one be humble in the face of praise?
In fact, how did she know that Xuanzang had three hundred Tang poems in his head, where did she come to?

"Holy Monk, you are very talented. I have an unfeeling request from my family. I wonder if I can write a poem for my family." Fu Xiang asked.

"I never do things for nothing? What can you give?" Xuanzang said.

Hearing this, Fu Xiang's face was blushing, with a hint of coquettishness, and said coquettishly:
"Holy Monk, if you can do it, I promise you one condition, you can do whatever you want."

"Anything is fine?" Xuanzang confirmed again.

"Yeah." Fuxiang nodded, with a shy face.

In fact, he is proud of himself in his heart. Sure enough, a man is still a man. Isn't that just right?

At that time, as long as she follows the trend, she will not be able to obtain Xuanzang's energy.

Xuanzang thought about it politely, and then blurted out:
"The flowers on the temples of the clouds are swayed, and the hibiscus tent is warm for the spring evening. The spring evening is so short that the day is high, and the emperor does not come early."

Although Fuxiang is a monster, but because he has lived for a long time, he has been in the human race for many years, so he is also very talented.

After listening to Xuanzang's poem, his face became even more crimson.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with this poem, the antithesis is neat, the rhetoric is gorgeous but the connotation is not lost, it is very suitable for a woman of her status.

If this poem spreads out, I am afraid it will not be as bright as the moonlight in front of the bed, and it is suspected to be frost on the ground.

And the meaning in the poem seems to imply something!
The hibiscus tent is warm, and the spring night is short...

"There are ten buckets of talent in the world, nine and a half buckets are monopolized by holy monks, I admire them, and I am willing to bow down." Fuxiang said.

At this moment, he has a little favorable impression of Xuanzang, a unique human race.

"Does the condition still count?" Xuanzang asked, ignoring Fuxiang's admiration.

Hearing this, Fu Xiang spat.Sure enough, the monks are also men, so can't wait, can't help but say:
"Holy Monk, take a short rest and let the slave family prepare it, and you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry."

"Hot tofu? I don't want to eat it. Don't think about it. I'm an upright gentleman. You can just dance to my master. Don't think about it!" Xuanzang said.

It was also because Fuxiang, the evildoer, did not reveal his murderous intent, otherwise Xuanzang would definitely be punished with his character, even a banshee would dare to play tricks.

"Dancing?" Fuxiang was silent, a little suffocated.

There are so many ways to insult people, but Xuanzang chose this one.

Although she is in the world of mortals, she is clean and self-sufficient. No matter how powerful she is, how can ordinary people touch her?

Now, it seems that Xuanzang has disgusted him.

Invisibly, this trampled on the pride of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan.

"Damn it." Fuxiang cursed in her heart.

She still didn't believe it, Xuanzang was really not tempted at all.

Although she is a monk, she does not believe that all four things are empty.

At this moment, Fuxiang vowed secretly that Xuanzang must return to secular life.

After dressing up, Fuxiang held red silks in her hands, ready to dance.

Xuanzang sat on the couch and admired it, feeling very peaceful and unmoved.

He is really looking at it with the eyes of appreciating art, experiencing the life of the world.

Fuxiang's dancing posture is graceful and soft, and she can perform all kinds of difficult movements with ease.

During the dance, Fuxiang watched Xuanzang's expression, and found that his face was like still water, and couldn't help being annoyed.

Intentionally or not, a piece of the veil on her shoulders suddenly slipped off, revealing her white skin like suet jade, which immediately made the atmosphere in the attic ambiguous.

"Crafty and cunning!" Xuanzang shook his head.

At the end of the dance, Fu Xiang blushed and gasped lightly.

"Crack! It's okay!"

Xuanzang stood up and said.

"good?"

Fuxiang was speechless, she felt that she couldn't hold back anymore, even Wan Jin couldn't see her dance, and it was just okay to choose here.

I don't know why, Fu Xiang feels very angry at the moment, it's because of being angry.

She walked towards Xuanzang lightly with lotus steps, the expression on her face was not right, and suddenly she yelled "Oops", and she fell into Xuanzang's arms.

Obviously, this was premeditated!

Floating fragrance does not believe that beauty is in his bosom, when the fragrance is as warm as jade, Xuanzang can still be himself.

Xuanzang watched Fuxiang's performance indifferently, and when he fell close to him, he moved lightly to avoid it.

Bang!
Fu Xiang fell to the ground, her bones were about to fall apart, and her heart ached.

"Miss Fuxiang, are you alive?" Xuanzang asked gently.

Fuxiang suddenly looked back, staring at Xuanzang angrily, with tears rolling in her eyes.

When has she ever been so wronged!

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ps: Thank you Ye Suifengpiao, the magical blood method for your reward.

(End of this chapter)