The venerable red-sleeved empress, that gorgeous voice, whispered sultry in the ears of the white-clothed holy monk, like a blooming period of graceful beauty.

“……”

Sanskrit Yin held the slender fingers of the ebony Buddha beads and suddenly paused.

The long eyelashes trembled slowly, and he lifted it lightly, looking at the red-lipped and smiling empress.

The black eyes reveal a point of detachment from the red dust, a legacy and independent indifference.

The peach-colored lips are slightly pursed, and the arc is faint.

"Please Your Majesty, don't make fun of the poor monks." The white-clothed holy monk said softly.

The tone was still as light and gentle as moonlight, and there was not a trace of displeasure and anger.

Of course, this kind of gentleness is not aimed at the empress alone.

In the eyes of the white-clothed holy monk, all beings are equal - whether it is the Supreme Empress of the Red-sleeved Country, or an ordinary monk.

There is no difference.

Such a gentle and quiet soft attitude speaks for itself......

He didn't take the empress's words seriously.

Just thinking she was joking.

The purple-clothed girl's phoenix eyes flowed, and her red lips hooked up a noble and awe-inspiring meaning, "The holy monk thinks I'm joking?" ”

“……”

Sanskrit was silent and did not refute.

Silence is the default.

As if to say-

Isn't it?

Fenghua suddenly raised his hand, and his slender fingers, which were as clear as snow, gently pinched the graceful jaw of the person in front of him.

Even such an abrupt and rude act did not make Fanyin's face change a bit, and he was still so unfazed.

However, the empress wanted to break the calm of the holy monk - tearing off his calm, sympathetic gentleness and pulling him little by little...... Fall into the altar!

"The holy monk said, the monks don't speak."

"But how does the holy monk know that I am joking with you?"

"I am the Son of Heaven, the empress of a country, the words of the emperor, and a promise of a thousand gold."

"I, what I just said, is not a joke."

"Holy monk, you ...... Understandable? ”

The girl with long black hair and purple clothes raised her chin in a noble and arrogant arc, and her phoenix eyes flashed with a touch of light.

Word by word, I don't know whose heart it is knocking on.

I don't know if that person can be tempted, or if he can continue to ...... Indifferent?

The white-clothed holy monk who is far away from the red and earthly world is as dusty as the white monk's robe on his body, as holy as the faint asura lotus fragrance on his body.

Fanyin's eyelashes drooped slightly, and he said lightly: "It's the poor monk who misunderstood Your Majesty, please continue." ”

It's just a dream.

It's that he cares too much.

Still is...... I don't practice enough.

With a light sigh in his heart, the white-clothed holy monk straightened his mentality.

No matter how amazing the empress of the red-sleeved country is, no matter how amazing the words are next, people outside the party should be calm......

Sanskrit thought so, and his expression became closer and closer to light and holiness.

However, such holiness really makes people want to destroy it.

The purple-clothed girl's red lips curved in a beautiful and vicious arc, and she said slowly: "In my dream last night, the holy monk happily married me, and I am also pleased with you, the holy monk. So......"

Sanskrit eyebrows jumped faintly, a little cinnabar is beautiful.

Listening to the empress's lazy and enchanting tone, she gently spit out a few words: "The cave room is a candle night." ”

Sanskrit: "......"

"In the dream, the holy monk was not wearing this white robe, but a bright and gorgeous red wedding dress......"

As the girl spoke, a pair of sparkling phoenix eyes fell on the white-clothed holy monk, and her burning eyes seemed to burn, pierce, and tear the white monk's robe.