How does that look like a monk? On the contrary, he looked like a desperate and crazy desperado.
Looking at such a young monk, Leng Yumo felt a lot of distress in her heart.
But no matter how distressed she is, she will never allow anyone to hurt her relatives.
Xiaoyaomen is her home and the most important guardian in her life.
Even if she dies, she will never allow anyone to hurt her.
The same is true for the little monk, right
Leng Yumo smiled, her smile was bitter and sad.
Before today, when she was looking for the little monk, she thought of all kinds of excuses.
She wanted to tell the little monk that it was Lu Xingyuan who wanted to kill them first.
It was the shameless Dabei Temple, with a pious face, who created the [mortal robbery] with no conscience.
But at this moment, Leng Yumo knew that all words were futile.
Just like she won't give up Xiaoyaomen.
Even the little monk couldn't give up the Great Compassion Temple completely.
Even if the little uncle is a demon that destroys the world, an evil thing that everyone can get and punish, she will unswervingly stand by his side, protect him, and support him.
The same is true for the little monk.
This is their choice and their destiny.
Leng Yumo closed her eyes, and tears rolled down from her eye sockets.
"Little monk, Jing Yuan, I don't regret meeting you."
she said in a hoarse voice.
The eyes slowly opened, the eyes that had been washed by water were clear and determined, and there was no more hesitation: "But today, or any day and night in the future, you want to kill my little uncle, and kill me in Xiaoyaomen. Anyone can step over my Leng Yumo's corpse!"
Jing Yuan shook his hand, the scimitar could no longer be held, it fell to the ground and dissipated in the air.
He stared at Leng Yumo closely, and said hoarsely: "How could I do anything to you, Yumo, how could I do something to kill you... You know it's impossible."
Tears rolled down his eyes.
The eminent monk of the Great Compassion Temple, who is in the realm of immortals, is like a lost child at this time, sad, wronged and desperate.
Leng Yumo felt a pain in her heart, and tears also fell down.
Luo Yunxiao said lightly: "If you really like him, it's okay to tie him back to Xiaoyaomen. Anyway, it's still a marriage."
Muyan: "..."
Leng Yumo: "..."
Uncle! Where did you learn that robbery
It's only natural that he said it so confidently!
Return us to that glamorous, gentle and jade-like little uncle!
Wait, this sentence seems familiar.
Muyan rubbed her nose, remembering the conversation she had with Qihuang when she was in Jiyu.
So it is said that like a teacher, there must be a disciple
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Ci'en said coldly: "Jing Yuan, what are you doing?"
He looked calm, but his eyes were cold and unhappy, as if he had been poisoned, "Do you want to betray the Great Compassion Temple?"
While talking, Ci'en came to Shanhui's side.
Feed a pill in his hand into Shanhui's mouth.
Shanhui, who was dying at first, seemed to be injected with vitality suddenly.
His pale face was flushed, and the majestic divine power was circulating rapidly in his dantian.
Ci'en said softly: "This is the only [Nine Turns Du Erdan] in the world. It can heal all your injuries and improve your cultivation several times in a short period of time."
Shocked and delighted, Shanhui clasped her hands together and bowed deeply to Ci'en, "Thank you for saving my life, uncle!"
After thanking the kindness, he immediately stared at Jing Yuan.
There was deep resentment and disgust in his eyes, "Have you forgotten how Master and Wu Che died? What are you still doing?"