However, in those crimson eyes, there were crystal tears rolling down drop by drop.
Just as the patriarch was about to speak, suddenly a crimson stream of light came from afar like the wind.
Before the patriarch could react, a woman in red jumped off the transformed long knife.
While panting heavily, he tore off the talisman on his body: "Fortunately, I still have the [Instantaneous Body Talisman] given by my junior sister, patriarch, it seems that something very important has fallen into the Qiankun bag I gave you."
As she spoke, she rushed over and rummaged through the pile of things, and after a while, she found a small bottle.
She breathed a sigh of relief, and said to the patriarch: "This is the bottle that my little monk used to fetch water from the soul cultivation pool for me. It can be regarded as a token of love."
Tsk, it's all because she and her little monk get together less and leave more, and they don't even have a few decent tokens of love.
She was so hurt that she couldn't bear to throw away the two small porcelain storage bottles.
After Leng Yumo finished looking for things and muttering, she realized that the atmosphere around her was a little weird and frozen.
She just blinked her eyes, looked up belatedly, and then froze for a while.
"Damn it!!"
She couldn't help swearing, and murmured in a low voice: "I miss the little monk so much, so I have hallucinations?"
Leng Yumo's words hadn't finished yet, when suddenly her eyes blurred, and her whole body was tightly embraced by two hands.
It was so tight that her bones made a crackling sound, and there were bursts of pain.
So tight that she could hardly breathe.
But Leng Yumo laughed softly instead.
"It hurts so much, it doesn't look like a hallucination!"
"Little monk, I really saw you."
Her voice stopped abruptly.
Because she felt some hot liquid slipping down her neck.
It was so hot that her whole heart ached.
Leng Yumo stretched out her arms to hug Jing Yuan, and said softly: "Little monk, what's the matter? Are you so happy to see me? Is this weeping with joy?"
The man holding her didn't say a word, but his hands tightened even more.
Leng Yumo couldn't help but inhale slightly: "Little monk, are you going to strangle my mother and murder your own wife?"
She looked to the side and found that the people from the Siqing tribe were looking at the two of them dumbfounded.
For a while, the scalp felt a little numb.
Here, she is a girl, hugging a little monk, this scene seems quite sensational, huh
If she kissed the young monk now, would the patriarch and the others faint from fright
Forget it, he's already been treated as a monster anyway.
What is she afraid of
Thinking of this, Leng Yumo struggled to break free from Jing Yuan's hand, held his face, raised her head and kissed the corner of his mouth.
The girl smiled and said: "Little monk, what's the matter so sad? Let me kiss you, are you happy?"
Jing Yuan stared at her blankly.
Then wait until you realize what just happened.
The little monk's fair skin suddenly turned crimson.
He let go of the person in a hurry, and the whole person looked flustered and at a loss.
Especially when he came into contact with the eyes of the people around him who were so shocked that they couldn't close their mouths, even their necks turned red with embarrassment.
Him, what the hell did he just do
When Leng Yumo saw the shy little monk he was familiar with come back, a bright smile appeared on his face immediately.
She took the little monk by her arms, jumped onto the Red Lotus Seizing Soul Knife, and said to the dumbfounded patriarch below: "Patriarch, let me introduce you, this is my man, Jing Yuan."
"Hey, although he is dressed as a monk now, he will definitely return to the vulgar and join my Xiaoyaomen in the future."