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Chapter 490 sneak attack

  The anger value from Qiu Honglei is +233!

 Obviously she respects her master very much. Zu An used such words to describe her master before, which made her very unhappy.

“Ah! Woman?” Zu An suddenly became interested.

 I’m not tired of you talking about this.

“How old is your master? Is he good-looking? Has he ever been married or something?...” Zu An asked a lot of questions in succession.

 Autumn Red Tears: “……”

She couldn't help but feel ashamed and angry: "You guy, you even have ideas about my master?"

 The anger value from Qiu Honglei +100!

“What do you mean by trying to trick your master?” Zu An would certainly not admit it. “Didn’t you invite me to join your sect? You didn’t even tell me the most basic information. There is no sincerity at all.”

Qiu Hong was stunned by him, thinking that he would know this information sooner or later when he got to the church, so it would be better to tell him quickly to show his sincerity, so he said: "I don't know the exact age of my master. His appearance

She looks very young, like my sister, but she should be more than that."

"Master's appearance...she is naturally very beautiful, but not many people can see her true face. Whether you have this chance depends on your luck."

“As for marriage, as far as I know, my master is not married and has always been single. It’s just that she seems to have been missing someone.”

 …

Hearing her explanation, Zu An couldn't help but sigh: "What you said makes me want to meet your master so much, but in this case, your master is still a lecher."

Qiu Honglei frowned: "Why do you still say that?"

 The anger value from Qiu Honglei is +135!

Zu An laughed: "It's not necessarily just men who are lustful. Otherwise, why would she accept a handsome, handsome guy like me as her apprentice?"

 Autumn Red Tears: “……”

The Bingsan people on the roof sneered again and again. Well, I was worried too much. With this kid's death-seeking temperament, if he returned to the religion and didn't do anything himself, he would die without a burial place.

Qiu Honglei said hurriedly: "By the way, I have to remind you of something. You must not speak so openly in front of my master. Master is a very strict person. If anyone in the teaching violates the rules, many of them will be punished."

She imposes the death penalty. If you talk nonsense in front of her and make her angry, I won't be able to save you."

Zu An laughed and said nonchalantly: "Don't worry, that's how she treats others, and she definitely doesn't treat me like that."

 Autumn Red Tears: “……”

She didn’t even know how to respond. Why did this guy look like he deserved a beating now?

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“By the way, what does Lu Sanyuan have to do with you? I thought he was your leader at first?” Zu An asked curiously.

Qiu Honglei replied: "He is the leader's junior brother and also my senior uncle."

The Bingsan man on the roof shook his head. The saint told him everything, and he didn't know what kind of soup this guy poured into her.

Hum, after all, women are unreliable. They are usually so cool and unattainable, but when they meet the right man, they are not as enthusiastic as they are.

  After you pass away from Islam, you must report this matter to the leader of the church. This woman is a loser, and she has raised her elbows to turn outwards.

 At the same time, tell the other brothers to stop licking. There is already someone else in your heart, so you can’t lick it.

 The two people in the room were unaware of his mental activities and continued to chat.

Zu An sighed: "What is the name of your sect? Why do people in the world call you the demon sect? Is it related to the demon clan?"

He couldn't help but think of **Qing, thinking that if it was related, maybe we could really become our own people.

Qiu Honglei shook her head: "We have nothing to do with the Demon Clan. We call ourselves the Holy Religion, but people in the world don't understand our ideas and often use the Demon Religion to slander us."

Zu An exclaimed: "What is your philosophy?"

Qiu Honglei explained: "The mainstream concept of the imperial courts in the past dynasties is that cultivation is only for a few qualified and talented people. But once you become a practitioner, you can completely change your destiny and enjoy the glory and wealth of the world. Because those powerful and powerful people are often related to

When powerful people marry, their children have a higher probability of having cultivation qualifications. If this continues in the long run, the number of common people with cultivation qualifications will become increasingly rare..."

"The leader believes that everyone is equal, and cultivation should not be the exclusive preserve of a few people, but that everyone should be qualified to practice. She has been promoting this view, and at the same time she is also studying how to let ordinary people practice. But these are all

Anyone who is not tolerated by the mainstream of the spiritual world will be regarded as an evil heretic." As she spoke, she became emotional and was obviously quite indignant.

Zu An was speechless after hearing this: "I didn't expect that your master would have such a lofty idea."

Qiu Hong was startled by tears. She didn't expect that he would agree with this concept. She couldn't help but grabbed his hand in surprise: "Did you really think so? Didn't you say it on purpose just to make me happy?"

Zu An wondered: "This is indeed a lofty ideal. Why should I lie to you?"

“My master will definitely like you!” Qiu Hong burst into tears and jumped up, as happy as a child.

Zu An was stunned. He had never seen Qiu Honglei behave like this before. You must know that she has always had the kind of aura that confuses all living beings, as if all men are under her control.

 But only at this moment did people realize that she was just a teenage girl.

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What are you looking at?" Qiu Honglei suddenly noticed his gaze, her face turned red and she said unnaturally.

“You have never been so happy before.” Zu An couldn’t help but sigh.

"Of course, it's rare to meet someone like you who can understand our philosophy. In the past, when people heard my words, they all shunned them like snakes and scorpions. Even if they occasionally had nice things to say, they were mostly because of my beauty, and they were deliberately obedient.

Just let me tell you." Qiu Hong's tearful eyes were like stars in the night sky, shining with beautiful light.

"Don't be too happy too early." Zu An said coldly, "Although this is a lofty ideal, it is destined to go against the trend and there will be no good results."

Are you kidding me? Why do those practitioners work so hard to cultivate? Of course it is for glory and wealth, and for various privileges. How can it be possible to allow everyone in the world to succeed in cultivation?

Not to mention those aristocratic families, even ordinary practitioners would not agree. They have finally turned around through practice and are about to become nobles. But if you tell them that everyone in the world can practice, isn't it going to cost them their lives?

Qiu Honglei put away her smile: "We also know that the road ahead is difficult, but doing it when we know it is impossible is what we believe in."

 Seeing her radiant eyes, Zu An couldn't help but admire her.

At this time, the Bingsan people on the roof were sneering. Who was not so full of ideals when he first joined the Holy Cult? But is there any use in just having ideals? Now everyone understands that it is better to improve one's own cultivation and make money and enjoy it. As for

The rest is for the leader to worry about.

 The saint looks very clever, why do you take her so seriously?

 Is it true that no woman with big breasts has...

At this moment, suddenly a piece of snow-white whisk wrapped around his neck. He was startled and subconsciously wanted to resist, but the silk thread of the whisk seemed to be alive and instantly penetrated his neck. The blood all over his body suddenly passed through the whisk.

All the threads on it were sucked out.

The snow-white threads turned bright red, and Bingsan tried desperately to struggle, but at this time he had no strength in his body. He couldn't even give a warning, let alone struggle.

He was horrified to see the flesh and blood on his arm gradually melting away, and finally only a piece of skin remained.

His whole body was filled with a feeling of death, but unfortunately, his consciousness soon fell completely into darkness.

Soon a strange Taoist nun appeared on the roof and put the whisk away. The blood on the whisk slowly rose and entered her body through the handle.

"The taste of blood is so wonderful." The Taoist nun looked intoxicated, and then stared at the room below, with a dangerous light in her eyes, "It seems that I caught a big fish this time."


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