In those years, those times, the scenes of the past that were passed and forged between hard work or hard work, are still vivid and vivid in Xiao Jingluan's mind.

While his thoughts were still moving, his shoulders suddenly slammed down, and he suddenly came back to his senses, seeing that it was Puya who didn't know when he came over, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder. His mind tightened, and he suddenly understood that he had fallen into a long-lasting stupor due to the memory, and he turned his face sideways, raised his hand to his lips, and coughed to hide the embarrassment.

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing that Jingluan came back to his senses, Pu Ya's somewhat suspenseful heart was put into a safe place, frowning and blaming him, "I was suddenly stunned, but I was scared to death!" The lover just now really scared Puya, obviously she was joking with the monk, and when she turned around, she saw that Jingluan's eyes were dull, and she couldn't wake him up no matter how she called him, and she fell into a magic test.

Sometimes some inexplicable touches are ridiculous. After returning to God, Jingluan's mind was heavy, but the inexplicably tense heartstrings were loosened: "It's okay." He looked sideways at Puya again, and raised his hand to raise the neckline around his neck to the height, "This weather is a little cold!" ”

It's a little cold, it's a little cold......

His reaction was in Puya's eyes, and Linglong's heart also sensed that something was not quite right with his lover. But she didn't pay too much attention to it, what she did and what she said in her ordinary life was a unique habit that she developed bit by bit, and she said it by the way, naturally she couldn't fully understand why Jingluan was touched by the scene when she heard what she said to the monk!

Everywhere the wind passes through the hall, the golden gauze and purple curtain swaying and fluttering, and a touch of the sky that spills into the room becomes disillusioned and disillusioned due to the dancing of the curtain, and casts a series of dark reflections on the surface that swim like a living, and the scenery is extremely peaceful.

Fadu bowed his head, and seemed noncommittal and unpredictable about the queen's words that he should stay as a slave. He was speechless, and there was a kind of peace and wisdom on his face, which was as calm and harmonious as his true heart.

Soon, when Puya glanced at Gu Qiubo in a blink of an eye, and her gaze fell on Fadu's face again, all her thoughts were attracted by this monk who seemed to her to be quite interesting! I became more and more distracted by the lover who stood on the side.

"Did you hear what I just said to you?" The heart was raised, and Pu Ya walked to the front of the Dharma again, and the pale golden sky light was reflected in the bright eyes when he showed his face, "Stay, in this pearl-like Linchang country in the depths of the desert, share your Dharma grace and wisdom, this is my order." After another pause, she frowned again, and when she saw that Fadu was still with her head down, her hands folded and she whispered the Sanskrit scriptures that she did not understand without responding at all, she had a slight suspicion, "Are you not proficient in language, and you don't understand what I said just now?" No longer waiting for Fadu to reply, she suddenly turned her head, wanting Jingluan, who is also a Han Chinese, to convey her wishes to this foot monk, "Pure ......"

"I'm not going to stay anywhere."

Just as Puyana was only halfway through his gesture of looking back, almost at the same time as he had just summoned a word, he suddenly heard the monk who had been silent for a long time and had an indifferent attitude say something.

Pu Ya was determined, and suddenly looked back at the monk in front of him.

At that time, there were flowing clouds in the sky that obscured the sun, and the light sprinkled was accompanied by a dark silhouette, half bright and half extinguished, both reflected on Fadu's face, painting this delicate and tough face into half light and half dark, which can be seen at a glance a little weird, and a little like a god-like invisible sense of movement.

"I don't want anyone to follow." He said lightly, and then he naturally raised his head when he finished speaking.

Pu Ya was sure again, and couldn't help but re-gaze sideways at this little monk who had walked all the way to this foreign country.

She was born in the desert and grew up in the desert, her love and her hate are destined to be only tied in the desert, how casual she walked on this not long or short life road over the years, until the moment she met Xiao Jingluan, she suddenly knew what fate was! Since then, it has continued until now, and in the past two years, only her handsome lover can enter her delicate and clear eyes, and where can others make this noble queen stop for a moment?

But now, Puyamedo is facing this guest in front of him, and he is out of the world. The walking monk was very interested, and Pu Ya didn't seem to notice such a strangeness, but Xiao Jingluan, who was standing not far behind her, had a glimpse of it...... Jingluan's chin was slightly, and he sank the pair of eyes that were at odds with frost, snow and flame, and did not move, taking the initiative to minimize this sense of existence and give way to the law. A tumbling thought surged inside, and he quietly looked at this ascetic monk who aroused the interest of Queen Puya, and gave birth to a jihua in his heart that was gradually improving. But all this, Puya will not know!