"Ying'er!"

The leader of the Yue League snorted coldly, with anger in his eyes, and he was extremely helpless about his son's character.

Fortunately, Wen Xien didn't care, she turned the Buddha beads in her hand, and said unhurriedly, "It may take some time, and I don't know how long it will take." ”

This shark pearl must be conceived and raised on Wen Xien's body until it matures and turns into light blue, and Yue Ying's mortal body can't absorb the spiritual power of the shark bead at all, it must be gradual, and if you are not careful, you will explode and die.

Yue Ying felt very dissatisfied with the result without a time limit, he was fed up with being blind like a waste like this.

Wen Xien glanced at the pale father-in-law, "There is still the resentment of the evil soul on the body of the son-in-law, I will accompany the son-in-law at night to dispel the resentment for the son-in-law." ”

The monk's voice is very good, clear and cold, which makes people feel very comfortable to listen to, and there is a quiet artistic conception of the years.

But Yue Ying only felt irritable in his ears, he only cared about his eyes wholeheartedly, and he didn't say anything about it, and directly issued an eviction order.

"I'm sleepy."

Lord Yue looked at the monk with apologetic eyes, turned the fingers of the Buddha beads, Wen Xien closed his eyes and lowered his head, turned around and left.

Seeing the monk's slender figure disappear, Yue Meng said in a tone that hated iron but not steel, "Look at what you look like now, if there is no Master Pure Dust, do you think you can still lie here and talk to me?" ”

Yue Ying lazily half leaned on the bed, the light only illuminated half of his face, a little gloomy and terrifying.

His voice was unwavering, "If you are blind, what is the point of living, you are clean when you die." ”

"You!"

The leader of the Yue League pointed at his proudest son in the past in disappointment and anger, his fingers trembled in the air for a long time, and he was reluctant to scold.

Yue Ying was now irritable, he lay down directly, covering his head with the quilt, and the voice came from the quilt, muffled.

"I'm sleepy."

The Yue Alliance Master put down his hand and stood in place for a long time before leaving.

——

The candles flickered, and the temple was as bright as day.

Rich, soothing incense rises from the delicate incense burner.

The girl's gentle voice slowly read the crepe text.

The young man with his eyes covered with white gauze was lying lazily on the soft couch, his neck leaning back slightly, and his sharp jawline outlined an extremely perfect and sexy arc.

There was a regular knock on the door twice, and it was particularly loud in the hall, where there was only the sound of reading.

The maid didn't dare to make a sound, because Yue Ying didn't make a sound, so she could only continue to read.

The door was gently pushed open, and the monk in the white robe walked in, and his overly delicate face even blushed when he looked at it, and he couldn't help but look at it.

"Who allowed you to stop?"

Yue Ying's voice couldn't hear joy and anger, but it shocked the maid's heart, and she hurriedly continued to read in a panic, but she was too nervous, intermittent, and misread a few words.

The reading is getting worse and worse, and it is getting more and more messy.

"Enough!"

The young man drank coldly, casually smashed the book next to him to the maid's position, he could listen to the sound to judge the direction of the person, just when the maid closed her eyes in fear and prepared to meet the pain, suddenly smelled a cold fragrance.

There was no sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, and Yue Ying knew that he was caught by the book, and his expression became more and more ugly.

"You go out first."

The cold voice struck, and the tempting cold fragrance also left, and the maid opened her eyes in a trance, and looked at the monk in a daze.

Smack-

It was the sound of the teacup breaking, and the maid woke up violently, and after packing up the debris on the ground, she retreated.

Neither of them made a sound, and after more than ten minutes of silence, Yue Ying got up and went to the bed, he seemed to understand the structure and understanding of the room, and did not touch anything in the process of walking.

Wen Xien sat down next to the bed, turned the beads in his hand, and closed his eyes.

One is a bad-tempered young master, the other is a monk who doesn't like to speak, the two of them are in a space, there is almost no topic, except for silence, or silence.

The wide-open windows were blown by the wind, the interior curtains were fluttering up and down, and the clothes hanging on the shelves were blown to the ground.

The raindrops "crackled" on the roof and the window lattice, so rapid that people's heartbeats were crazy, Yue Ying was lying on the bed, wearing only a thin long shirt, he frowned and fell into a nightmare and couldn't get out, fine cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

The rain was so heavy that the heavens and the earth were drowning, and the dark night was covered in rain and mist, and only a few white lightning bolts and thunderbolts tore the cracks in the night sky.

The Buddha beads in his hand shone with a subtle light, Wen Xien's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Yue Ying seemed to be entangled in some evil nightmare, and her mouth was talking in her sleep, her voice was too soft, and Wen Xien couldn't hear it very clearly.

"Help me...... Help me......"

Intermittently, Wen Xien only heard two words, she hesitated for a moment, and walked over.

The snow-white fingertips lightly touched Yue Ying's wrist, and a burst of warmth hit, Yue Ying's brows slowly loosened, and her breathing became steady.

Just when Wen Xien wanted to withdraw his hand, he was firmly grasped by another big dark-skinned hand, as if grasping some life-saving straw, tightly, leaving no gaps.

Wen Xien twitched, Yue Ying frowned, and her grip tightened.

Unwilling to wake Yue Ying up, Wen Xien didn't struggle, and let him catch him.

The horizon gradually lit up, and the pale cyan sky was smeared with a layer of pink, and countless golden rays of light were hidden under the pink.

Yue Ying woke up slowly, he couldn't help but sigh comfortably, he had never slept so well, every time in the middle of the night, he would wake up in the wrong door, and then he couldn't sleep all night, and stayed up until dawn.

Today, he slept until dawn, and his spirit was more than ever, just when he was about to sleep again, his fingertips moved, and the palm of his hand was soft and cool to the touch, which was particularly easy to touch, so he couldn't help but pinch it.

It's so soft......

"Son-in-law, can you let go first."

The sudden sound startled Yue Ying, and he quickly withdrew it as if his hand was burned.

"You, you, why are you here!"

Yue Ying suddenly sobered up, her expression was inexplicably a little frightened, and she hugged the quilt tightly, like a defiled yellow flower girl.

Wen Xien was rarely silent, she didn't speak, and the atmosphere was inexplicably embarrassing.

Yue Ying, who reacted, probably knew that she was too excited, she was a teenager after all, and she felt weak and embarrassed when she thought that she had slept with this monk all night.

There was still a soft touch on her hand, and Yue Ying clenched her fingers, as if to grasp the temperature that was about to be lost.

There was a typo and I said that I wanted to be more than 10,000, but in the end it was 8,000

(End of chapter)