At this time, the other side, Eight Immortals Mountain.

Su Daji took small steps, holding a black lace umbrella in her hand, and followed behind the lotus pond.

Blocking the back of the lotus pond, Su Daji's enchanting fox eyes were full of interest.

This little monk, his back is so good-looking.

It's a shame to be a monk.

The lotus pond holds a Buddha bead in one hand and a soul-devouring sword in the other.

Su Daji had already returned the Soul Devouring Sword to him, and she was confident that she was there, and the sword spirit of the Soul Devouring Sword did not dare to make a mistake.

The truth is the same as she thought, the sword spirit of the Soul Devouring Sword is indeed not to mention how honest it is, it doesn't want to be burned clean by Su Daji's fox fire.

"After walking for so long, little monk, can we take a break?" Su Daji saw that Lianchi had been walking forward with her head down, and she didn't look back at her, so she said softly.

Lotus Chi stopped suddenly, Su Daji didn't expect him to stop suddenly, and his little face hit Lotus Chi's back in one fell swoop.

The sudden contact of Qin Mi made Lianchi like a frightened rabbit, and he quickly turned around and took a few steps back, widening the distance between him and Su Daji.

"I'm sorry, donor, the little monk didn't mean it!" He had never been in close contact with a woman, and his handsome face was almost dripping blood at this time.

The feeling that Su Daji hit his back just now was like a soldering iron, which suddenly hit his heart, making his heart uncontrollably hot at this time.

Seeing the lotus pond like this, Su Da already had a feeling that the anger was not coming from one place.

This elm pimple, obviously he hurt her, why did it end up like she did him? Who did he show this frightened look to?

"It hurts." Covering Qiong's nose, Su Daji's voice was stained with a hint of grievance.

Lianchi was even more panicked, and hurriedly stepped forward, looking at Su Daji nervously and said, "The donor is injured?" Let the little, little monk take a look? ”

Hearing this, Su Daji removed the hand covering Qiong's nose, only to see that the tip of the nose, which was tall and small, was red.

"It's the sin of the little monk." Lianchi said with guilt, "Then let's take a break here and continue walking?" ”

Su Daji nodded.

Just as they were passing by a small stream, Su Daji was sitting on the grass.

"Donor, this is trauma medicine." Lianchi took out a small cyan porcelain vase from his sleeve and handed it to Su Daji, "You can paint it." ”

Su Daji didn't answer, her beautiful eyes stared straight at the lotus pond, "I can't see my nose again, how can I paint it?" Little monk, why don't you help me? ”

She said it very seriously, and she didn't mean to laugh.

Lianchi froze.

He had never hurt a woman, not to mention, as soon as he got close to her, he couldn't control the strange feeling that spread wildly in his heart.

Seeing Lianchi looking at herself blankly, Su Daji gently raised her thin eyebrows, her movements were a little wanton and lazy, and her voice was also dyed with a little unhappiness and grievances, "What? You don't want to? If it weren't for your sudden stop, how could I have been hurt? ”

Oh, yes.

It's all his fault, why did he stop suddenly?

Lianchi looked at the tip of Su Daji's red nose, and was also a little annoyed.

Her skin is delicate, isn't it? I'm afraid that if I touch it lightly, there will be red marks, not to mention that she hit his back unsuspectingly just now.

Jiao.nen?

This word suddenly crossed his mind, making Lianchi feel ashamed.

What was he thinking?!