How does that look like a monk? Instead, it looks like a desperate and crazy desperado.
Leng Yumo looked at such a young monk, and her heart was filled with heartache.
No matter how distressed she is, she will never allow anyone to harm her loved ones.
Xiaoyaomen is her home and the most important guardian in her life.
She would never allow anyone to be harmed even if she died.
The same is true for little monks, right?
Leng Yumo smiled, a bitter and sad smile.
Before today, when she was looking for the little monk, she thought of various words.
She wanted to tell the little monk that it was Lu Xingyuan who wanted to kill them first.
The Dabei Temple is shameless and shameless, and it has created the [Red Dust Tribulation and Killing] that is devoid of conscience.
But at this moment, Leng Yumo knew that all words were in vain.
As if she wouldn’t give up Happy Gate.
The little monk couldn’t give up the Dabei Temple completely.
Even if the little Shishu is a demon that destroys the world, an evil thing that everyone gets and kills, she will unswervingly stand by the little Shishu, protect him, and support him.
The same goes for the little monk.
This is their choice and their destiny.
Leng Yumo closed her eyes, tears falling from her eyes.
“Little monk, Jingyuan, I don’t regret meeting you.”
She said in a hoarse voice.
Both eyes slowly opened, the washed eyes were clear and decisive, and there was no more hesitation: “But today, or any day and night in the future, you want to kill my little uncle, kill me Xiaoyao Anyone in the door will step over my Leng Yumo’s body!”
Jing Yuan shook his hand, and the machete could no longer be held, falling to the ground and dissipating in the air.
He stared at Leng Yumo and said in a hoarse voice, “How could I attack you, Yumo, how could I kill you… You know it’s impossible.”
Tears fell from his eyes.
The eminent monk of the Dabei Temple in the realm of immortals is like a lost child at this time, sad, aggrieved and desperate.
Leng Yumo felt a pain in her heart, and tears also fell.
Luo Yunxiao said lightly, “If you really like him, it’s not a bad idea to tie him back to Xiaoyaomen. Anyway, it’s still a marriage.”
Mu Yan: “…”
Leng Yumo: “…”
Little Master! Where did you learn robbery from?
It’s a matter of course that he said it so confidently!
Return to our bright, gentle and jade-like little uncle!
Wait, that sounds familiar.
Mu Yan touched her nose and remembered the conversation she had with Qi Huang when she was in Jiyu.
So if there is a teacher, there must be an apprentice?
……
Cien said coldly, “Jingyuan, what are you doing?”
He looked calm, but his eyes were cold and unpleasant, as if poisoned, “Do you want to betray the Dabei Temple?”
While speaking, kindness came to Shanhui’s side.
Feed a pill in her hand into Shanhui’s mouth.
Shanhui, who was on the verge of death, seemed to have suddenly been injected with vitality.
The pale face flushed, and the majestic divine power revolved rapidly in his dantian.
Ci En said in a warm voice, “This is the only one in the world, the [Nine Turning Degree Erdan], which can fully recover your injuries, and your cultivation will increase several times in a short period of time.”
Stunned and happy, Shanhui folded her hands together and bowed deeply to Ci En, “Thank you, Uncle, for saving your life!”
After thanking him for his kindness, he immediately stared at Jingyuan.
There is deep resentment and disgust in the eyes, “Have you forgotten how Master and Wu Che died? What are you still doing?”