Fu Qiran looked at Elder Wuxin directly, and asked in a dumb voice, "Will she disappear?" ”

Who she is is self-evident.

Heartless's eyelashes trembled, and his eyelashes seemed to become transparent under the pouring sunlight pouring in.

"Bonds."

The two words, as if with an inexplicable power, crashed straight into Fu Qiran's heart.

"The more people and things she is involved with, the more she won't leave, right?"

Stared at Fu Qiran unintentionally, and said slowly: "Amitabha." ”

"I will be her deepest bond."

Fu Qiran got up, he had already got the answer he wanted, so he didn't need to stay here.

He turned, ready to leave.

Fu Qiran turned around slowly, looked at Wuxin, and hooked the corners of his mouth.

The smile on his face was filled with a sense of cruel madness.

"Donor." Wuxin suddenly spoke, "Everything is in vain. ”

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground."

Wuxin looked at his back and sighed deeply.

He clasped his hands together and left only one sentence.

"The butcher's knife was laid down for her, and picked up for her."

With that, he turned and left.

The breeze ruffled her hair, bringing a little tenderness.

When Fu Qiran saw this scene, his heart softened.

"Amitabha."

Outside, Ruan Jiaojiao sat on a stone chair, her head slightly raised, enjoying the rare silence.

Ruan Jiaojiao tilted her head, "What did you talk to him about?" ”

"Jiaojiao wants to know?" Fu Qiran asked rhetorically.

He walked over quickly, pinning the disobedient strand of hair that had floated to her mouth behind her ear.

"Jiaojiao, let's go."

Fu Qiran chuckled, "I want to tell Jiaojiao." ”

"Actually, I didn't ask anything, I just asked when Jiaojiao and I would really be together."

Ruan Jiaojiao tilted her head, "Actually, it's okay if you don't say it." ”

After all, everyone has their own secrets.

"I mean......" Fu Qiran bent down and leaned into her ear, "There is a real married life." ”

Only truly integrated, his shaky sense of security can sustain him from going crazy in front of her.

Ruan Jiaojiao sighed lightly, "Aren't we already husband and wife?" ”

She grabbed Fu Qiran's big hand with both hands and squeezed it.

She stood up at once, pulled him away, and walked out.

"Let's talk about it when we get home."

Ruan Jiaojiao was stunned for a moment, and her face turned red as soon as she brushed it.

"This ...... This Buddhism is important, isn't it okay to say this? ”

For the time being, there is no trace in sight.

"Okay, let's go home and talk."

The smile on Fu Qiran's face deepened.

The little madness that spread out from the depths of the pupils was buried by the gentleness.

It took five hours to arrive at Wuxin Temple, but it only took less than half an hour to stay here.

The two of them boarded the car home again.

Muffled words rang out in the empty backyard.

In a trance, there seems to be a "Amitabha" full of Buddha's meaning.

Fu Qiran hugged her waist, his eyes deep.

She leaned on Fu Qiran, and suddenly remembered something and said, "By the way, I was drunk last night, did I go crazy with alcohol?" ”

The car was moving fast, and Ruan Jiaojiao yawned lazily.

"Nope." He said, "Jiaojiao just sent me a video and said that she missed me very much. ”

"Huh?" Ruan Jiaojiao's face was flushed, was she so bold?

"I want to be petite, too." Fu Qiran lowered his eyes, as if there were waves surging.