And the silver needle has been in the wood for three points.

Seeing this scene, the hairs on Qingyuan's back stood up.

Chen Mengtian looked at him coldly: "My patience is limited, you'd better explain honestly!" ”

Xu Wenzhan, Xu Wenrui, Vermilion Bird, Shiyi and others all stared at Qingyuan.

When they heard Qingyuan say that the master was going with the host, they obviously didn't believe it was so simple, and they decided that the master did not forget to go home, but was taken away by the monk, blocking his way home.

Facing the oppressive gaze of so many people, Qingyuan gritted his teeth and said again: "Everything I know has been ......"

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Chen Mengtian said angrily: "Then why is there a little red in his eyebrows, like blood, why is there no white in his eyes?" ”

The sound was so loud that everyone was shocked on the spot.

It was also the first time for Ning'er and An'er to see their mother so angry, they were a little scared, and they also knew that the matter was important, so they didn't dare to speak out casually to find a sense of existence.

The eyes of the two children silently collided together, and then moved away silently, and the brief exchange allowed them to wait and see.

Hearing this, Qingyuan stepped forward in disbelief and was about to run to the bed.

But halfway through, he was stopped by Chen Mengtian, "You'd better finish speaking, otherwise the consequences are not something you can bear!" ”

This time Chen Mengtian was really completely angry, knowing what happened to Jiang Zebei, the emotions surging in her heart made her unable to calm down for a long time, and only seeing blood could soothe her anxiety.

Jiang Zebei's encounter is bound to have some people see blood.

Qingyuan was anxious when he heard this, and the tails of his eyes began to redden, "Get out of the way!" Senior brother will die if he is sick! ”

Chen Mengtian said sharply: "He won't die!" ”

The last thing she can't hear is death, her Aze will live for a hundred years, how can she die.

Qingyuan hurriedly stretched out his hand to push the person, "Get out of the way!" It's really going to die! Only the medicine of the host can make him good! ”

As he spoke, he took out a bottle of medicine from his bosom.

Just when Qingyuan was about to meet Chen Mengtian, Chen Mengtian let go of the child's hand and snatched the medicine bottle from the other party's hand, she gently stood on tiptoe and moved back.

Immediately, she turned around and lifted the bed curtain, wanting to check Jiang Zebei's injuries again.

At the moment when the bed curtain was lifted, she saw Xuan Jue, and met his cold and indifferent eyes.

Xuan Jue had been awake for a while, and when Qingyuan said that he had been rescued by the host, he came to his senses.

To the woman standing on the edge of the bed and lifting the curtain, Xuan Jue slowly sat up and put his hands together at her, "Amitabha, please don't embarrass the donor, what the donor wants to know, the poor monk can tell the donor." ”

Facing his beloved again, with such a strange and indifferent attitude, Chen Mengtian looked at Xuan Jue with a pair of red eyes and said, "No, I don't want to know." ”

She didn't want to hear Xuan Jue talk about the past, that would only make him remember the pain of the past again.

Chen Mengtian pinched the medicine bottle in her hand, sat on the edge of the bed, looked at the familiar face that had already penetrated into her bone marrow, and slowly hooked the corners of her lips.

"Monk, since you are a disciple of Buddhism, you should take compassion as your heart and purify all sentient beings as your own responsibility, right?"

"Amitabha, exactly." The pupils at the bottom of Xuanjue's eyes were as dark as ancient pools, without a trace of fluctuation.

Chen Mengtian smiled when she heard this, her smile was bright, but her reddish eyes were full of bitterness, and she said, "That monk, do you want to cross me?" ”