[Xiaoyao Palace witch Xishan × Shaolin aloof holy monk Fuwan] [Ancient romance + fine novels + Jianghu + Xianxia + 1V1 + HE + Buddhist literature + crazy criticism] Xishan has been eyeing this monk for a long time. Looking at the top of Mount Huashan, he was the only one who could fight with himself. After staying in Xiaoyao Palace for a long time, Xishan only heard that Fu Fu, who was in charge of Shaolin, had advanced skills. He had not seen the Shaolin monks since he had besieged Xiaoyao Palace several times. Today, Xishan saw him for the first time. I saw this man dressed in white monk robes and a red cassock. He was much younger than Xishan imagined. He had an extraordinary demeanor and extraordinary handsomeness. There was a compassion of a senior monk in his brows. In terms of body shape, he could even be called a teenager. When Xishan put his head against his chest, Fuwan had completely exhausted the soul-stirring fragrance from his body. He fiddled with the beads and raised his hand, "I'm sorry, the donor."
