Ning Chen's heart just had a trace of desire, a little gap.
Those dark breaths have permeated everywhere.
Ning Chen indifferently glanced at the pale fingers on his shoulders. The owner of the fingers was a pale girl, and it was still Bai Weiwei's face.
His desire is only a little.
The dark hell is all her shadow.
Ning Chen calmly stretched out his fingertips and shattered the girl's shadow.
But the black shadow that stretched out behind him and was printed on the wall was terrifying and unbelievably huge.
The shadow was twisting and shaking. Although it was silent, it seemed like thousands of murmurs were ringing in Ning Chen's ears.
The beautiful young man has become extremely indifferent.
He stared at the bowl, the rest were illusions, only the bowl was real.
When the shadows covered him, Ning Chen calmly lifted the bowl.
He saw Bai Weiwei sitting with her back to him, looking up at the suddenly bright place with a blank face.
Then she responded and snorted coldly: "Dead monk, don't you want to lock me up until the day after tomorrow? You'd better lock me up until you die. I've never seen such a disgusting monk as you."
The moment she spoke, all the illusions of dark hell.
All shattered.
A clear and lovely voice, like water from a clear spring, washed away the dark air.
Her body is the body of purification.
So as long as you stay by her side, you can stay awake all the time.
Ning Chen looked down at her for a while, then slowly extended his fingertips, lightly landed on top of her head, and rubbed gently like a feather fell to the ground.
"It's none of your business, rest if you're tired."
Bai Weiwei's eyes lit up immediately when she heard it, and she turned back with a cute smile.
"What you said, I don't listen to you chanting."
Ning Chen's calm eyes fell on her face for a while, and then lightly moved away.
"Well, it will end early today and continue tomorrow."
As a result, the little lotus essence shook her head coldly, "Humph."
Ning Chen: "..."
He thought that she would not speak for a long time.
He retracted his fingertips and was about to turn the scriptures into a monk, when he heard the little lotus spirit say softly, "If you can always be there, it doesn't matter if I recite the scriptures every day, I'm angry that you say that you will die, but you are not allowed to die if I die. ."
This is said casually.
No one is dead.
Although there are thousands of capable people in the world, there are always those with longevity.
But I have never seen one who can fly to immortality.
People, after all, are people.
As long as spirits do not harm people too much and have no karma, they can live the same life as heaven and earth.
Ning Chen explained calmly: "People always die..."
Bai Weiwei suddenly turned around, her eyes were red, "Monk, do you really understand a woman's heart, I said you are not allowed to die, do you promise to die? A dead bald donkey is a piece of rotten stone and broken wood."
Ning Chen was stunned.
A few words were stuck in his mouth, but he couldn't get out for a while.
Only her red eyes blocked his heart.
It seems... a little stuffy.
He thought for a while, then stretched out his fingertips and poked her back lightly.
Bai Weiwei's body immediately turned to one side, "Don't touch me, I'm angry."
Ning Chen was deeply silent again.
Then he silently retracted his finger, but Bai Weiwei suddenly turned around and hugged his finger, "Why don't you touch it, do you dislike me?"
Ning Chen was speechless for a while, then said softly, "You asked me not to touch you."
Bai Weiwei glared at him coldly, "I said I wouldn't touch it if I didn't touch it. I said I didn't want to hear you recite the scriptures. Why did you recite it? When are you so obedient? Sometimes girls have to listen to them the other way around."