Leng Yaoshan hummed twice and stopped talking.
Leng Yumo turned her head to look at Jing Yuan, and smiled with the corners of her lips: "Little monk, I really want to say goodbye this time."
Jing Yuan moved his lips, wanting to ask her, is there really no friendship at all
But the words came to his lips, but he still didn't say them.
He clasped his hands together, his long eyelashes drooped, and the golden-red cassock made his skin as white as jade, but also cold.
"Amitabha, the feather benefactor, there will be a time later."
After saying this, Jing Yuan turned and left.
His steps were very slow, as if this way he could feel the girl's breath for a longer time.
But no matter how slow you walk, it will eventually disappear, and you will never see or feel it again.
Those dimmed eyes flashed unconsciously in his mind.
And the loss and attachment that cannot be hidden in those eyes...
This farewell may be forever.
In the boundless Three Realms and thousands of mortals, they will never meet again.
He didn't even thank him properly for getting the purest soul nourishing pool water for himself.
And when he saw himself in danger, he rushed to rescue him desperately.
Jing Yuan's footsteps stopped, and his eyes shone with unprecedented light.
He turned around suddenly, as if he had forgotten that he could teleport and fly, and strode towards the way he came.
…
Leng Yumo stared at the young monk's back in a daze, and suddenly felt that a piece of her heart had been taken away.
She touched her face, thinking she would touch a little tear.
But nothing
Then he couldn't help but chuckle again.
She slandered in her heart: Leng Yumo, your mother has also learned how to hurt the spring and the autumn, and is pretentious!
How reluctant can she be with a man her mother has been with for three days? Who are you making this look for
If it was a normal unmarried man, she would give up all her reserve and chase him down.
But he is a young monk who is dedicated to Buddha
Is it necessary to force the monk to return to vulgarity and make him give up his belief
Leng Yumo raised her head, looking at the clear blue sky.
This time, instead, he felt a bit of bitterness and soreness in his eyes.
Feeling empty in my heart.
At this time, it would be great if the senior brother was by his side.
Senior brother, second senior brother, third senior brother, fourth senior brother, junior junior sister... Xiao Qi.
If only they were by their side...
"Fourth Senior Sister! Fourth Senior Sister!! Is it really you?!"
Just as he was thinking this way, the excited voice of the young man floated from the sky, from far to near, and in the blink of an eye, he had already reached Leng Yumo.
Leng Yumo opened her eyes suddenly, and what she saw was a handsome face with dimples embedded in it.
"Fourth Senior Sister! Wow, it's really Fourth Senior Sister, I finally found you."
Luo Yu came down from the flying puppet, without even touching the ground with his feet, he rushed over to hug Leng Yumo.
Leng Yumo caught him, and it took him a while to hear his own slightly hoarse voice: "Xiaoqi, why are you here?"
"Fourth Senior Sister, why are you here again? By the way, this is the Soul Cultivation Pool. Are you here to see Aunt Leng?"
Luo Yu slapped himself on the head: "I'm so stupid, why didn't I expect to see you here?"
Listening to the boy's chirping voice, listening to his cheerful laughter, feeling his warm and sincere embrace.
The sadness and emptiness in my heart seemed to fade away in an instant.
The smile on Leng Yumo's face slowly bloomed, and she stretched out her arms to hug Luo Yu tightly.
yes!
What was she to be sad about, what was there to be sad about
Without the little monk, she still has senior brothers and Xiaoyaomen!