"Start in chaos and end up abandoning, ruining the dregs, your father is really not a thing. Sister, you must keep your eyes open when you find a man in the future. Even if this little monk looks kind and gentle now, you can't be fooled by beauty." .Know people, face, but not heart, who knows how many good men there are in the world?!"
Song Wu, who was shot innocently, just touched his nose helplessly, and looked at Liu Shuyan with an indescribably gentle gaze.
However, when Leng Yaoshan heard the words, his eyes widened suddenly: "You, you, what are you talking about? Are Yumo and this little monk... are...?"
Under the watchful eyes of Liu Shuyan and Grandpa.
Leng Yumo bit her bullet, took the little monk's hand, and said with a dry smile, "Grandpa, this is my fiancé."
"This... Yumo, you just arrived in Fu... you just came here, how did you find your fiancé so quickly? And you're a monk, no, no, no! This matter must be discussed in the long term."
Leng Yumo is almost as big as one head and two big.
At this moment, the barrier in front of him flashed white light, and a couple came out of it with smiles on their faces.
Leng Yumo seemed to be pardoned, grabbed the little monk's hand, looked at Liu Shuyan and said urgently: "Sister Liu, my dear is seriously injured and can't hold on anymore. Please send us in immediately."
As he said that, he twisted the back of Jing Yuan's hand hard.
The little monk's fair cheeks were blushing, and finally he leaned over stiffly and awkwardly, resting his head on Leng Yumo's shoulder, showing a weak expression.
Sure enough, Liu Shuyan, an enthusiastic person, no longer had any interest in pursuing Leng Yumo's identity and background, and directly pushed the two of them into the barrier.
…
"Is this the Soul Cultivation Pool?"
Feel the light mist that permeates the surroundings, and the wonderful feeling as if the soul has been washed away.
Leng Yumo couldn't help but exclaim.
A stream appeared before their eyes.
It's just that the water carried in the stream is not clear and transparent, but milky white.
"This is just the stream associated with the Soul Cultivation Pool, not the real Soul Cultivation Pool."
Jing Yuan grabbed Leng Yumo and walked forward, "Follow me, the real soul cultivation pool is ahead."
Sure enough, as the little monk said, the further the two moved forward, the thicker and thicker the mist in the air, and the more milky white and smooth the color of the stream.
And beside the stream, couples also began to appear.
These people are usually not seriously injured, and they only need to be cured in this accompanying stream.
The further he walked in, the more anxious Leng Yumo became.
Are mother and uncle Zhixuan in here
That's right, if grandpa is here, mother must be inside.
However, Niang's three souls and seven souls were almost completely smashed back then, can she really be cured
"careful!"
Leng Yumo was taken aback, not noticing that the soil under her feet had softened.
The body suddenly tilted and fell into the milky white stream.
Her waist tightened, and before she could use the spiritual power in her body, she was pulled back.
The tip of the nose smelled a clear sandalwood, and the body was pressed against the broad and firm chest.
A slight thumping heartbeat could be heard.
Leng Yumo raised her head in a daze.
He heard the clear and warm voice of the little monk: "Yumo, are you okay?"
"No... no problem."
The base of the ear quietly burned a blush, and Leng Yumo was rarely at a loss what to do.
She pushed the little monk's chest, and said with a forced smile: "I never thought that you look thin and weak, little monk, but your figure is not bad at all. Thank you just now. I was so engrossed in thinking about things that I didn't see my feet clearly. I'll be careful when I get down."