The monk's voice trembled violently, the abbot's eyelashes trembled, and he stopped chanting the scriptures in his mouth.

Wen Xien slowly stood up from the ground, and it was here that the abbot said a word.

"Master Yue is waiting for you in the Warm Pavilion."

Yue Ying?!

Wen Xien was shocked at first, and then thought of Yue Ying's appearance that day, and an idea came to mind.

So it was Yue Ying and the abbot who told the secret, no wonder Yue Ying was so confident that she could take her out of the Yonghe Nunnery, but how did Yue Ying know the secret that she was a daughter.

The brain is messed up, and no matter how smart Wen Xien is, he can't guess the twists and turns inside.

Wen Xien came to the warm pavilion in a daze, and an attendant was already waiting at the door.

The warm pavilion is warm like spring all year round, the fragrance of flowers is permeated, colorful parrots stand in the cage and elegantly comb their feathers, Yue Ying is dressed in a black robe, standing in front of the cage and feeding the birds with a wooden spoon.

He didn't look back, and his voice couldn't tell the joy or anger, and asked, "You came so slowly, you don't want to see me?" ”

Wen Xien stared at Yue Ying's back silently, with emotions in her heart that she didn't understand, but it was definitely not resentment, it was just uncomfortable, like a bird caught in the palm of Yue Ying's hand.

The strong feeling of suffocation made Wen Xien feel dull even to breathe, and he could only squeeze the Buddha beads in his palm tightly, like grasping a piece of driftwood.

Yue Ying fed the parrot for a while, put the wooden spoon down, closed the door of the golden cage, and put on a delicate and small lock.

Yue Ying slowly paced in front of Wen Xien with the cage, looked at the parrot and said, "Does Jingchen think it looks good?" I guess you must like it, so I took it over, I have been fed some weight in the past few days, and I have been in good spirits, I have been here for a few days, and the old monk will not let me come to see you, so I have to use some means. ”

The bird pecked at the colorful feathers, raised its head and shook it, tilted its head, and looked at Wen Sheehan with a pair of black bean-like eyes.

Wen Xien looked at the bird with a blank face, and the sound in his ears was getting closer and closer.

Yue Ying walked up to her and whispered, "Look at your appearance, are you complaining about me?" Jingchen, don't blame me, this broken temple is not suitable for you at all, you follow me, I can give you everything, isn't this more comfortable than being a monk? ”

He got closer and closer, forcing Wen Xien to take half a step back, his face was as white as a pear, clear and indifferent, he raised his eyes and glanced at Yue Ying, and his dark eyes seemed to be dyed with panic.

Yue Ying hooked her lips, closed her eyes, and sniffed intoxicated at her lips.

"Jingchen, can I give you this bird?" He murmured softly, as if he was talking about love, as if he was giving Wen Xien some surprise gift, and a smile appeared in the corner of his eyes, which made his eyes faintly bloody and red.

Wen Xien felt that her heart was beating faster and faster, and countless pictures flashed unrestrainedly in her mind, she knew that Yue Ying liked her, but what she didn't know was that Yue Ying was so paranoid, and people who didn't know thought that Yue Ying was enchanted.

Then there is a disgust, Jingchen is the first time to hate a person, she has a pure heart, no matter how big things are in her eyes, they are like passing clouds, and they can't leave any marks.

But Yue Ying really went too far.

Yue Ying looked at Wen Xien with a smile, as if she was looking at a bird, and then released the bird.

The bird was particularly spiritual, and the moment it was released, it didn't run around, but flew to Wen Xi'en's shoulder, and pecked Wen Xi'en's neck intimately with a non-aggressive pointed beak.

The slightly itchy touch made Wen Xien uncomfortable, and his slender neck was slightly crooked, which made Yue Ying mistakenly think that Wen Xien didn't like it.

Yue Ying asked softly, "Don't you like Jingchen?" ”

Wen Xien lowered his eyelashes, leaving a faint shadow under his pale skin, and his expression was terrifyingly indifferent.

The long silence made Yue Ying anxious, and from the time she came in to the present, Wen Xien had not said a word.

Yue Ying asked again: "Does Jingchen not like this bird?" ”

Yue Ying smiled, obviously smiling, a hand suddenly pinched Wen Xien's chin, Yue Ying's faint evil face came, and the pupils of her eyes seemed to be filled with blood, and the thick malice precipitated the sharpest black in it, "Do you like it or not, don't pretend to be dumb for me." ”

Wen Xien's pupils constricted, and he took a step back sharply, dodging Yue Ying's hand, his delicate brows furrowed slightly from disgust.

Yue Ying hadn't missed the disgust in her eyes, he grinned, stretched out his hand again, and clamped Wen Xien's chin harder than last time, the smile on the corner of his mouth was cold and murderous: "It seems that you don't like it, what you don't like, there is no need to exist." ”

Before Wen Xien could understand the meaning of his words, he saw the smile on the corner of Yue Ying's mouth cold and murderous intent, "Since that's the case, then it's dead." ”

Wen Xien knew that this killing intent was not coming at her, but at the innocent bird.

The monk's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly raised his head, and his cold and calm face couldn't help but change slightly.

The colorful bird fell from her shoulder like a doll and fell to the ground motionless, as if it had lost its life in an instant, and it was obvious that it had no breath of life.

A small living life disappeared before her eyes, without any warning, just because it did not please her "heart".

Treating life as a mustard, what is the difference between this and the Demon Cult?

How can such a person be worthy of the identity of the eldest young master of the martial arts alliance.

Wen Xien finally couldn't hold it anymore and said coldly: "What do you want?" ”

Yue Ying blinked innocently, smiling without any shadow, and she didn't know that she thought it was the little son of Qingfeng Mingyue of which family.

"I just want to please Jingchen, I like you, I want to be with you, I said it wrong, how can such an ordinary bird be worthy of Jingchen."

He keeps saying that he likes it, but his behavior is bad and nonsense, doing bloody things, but laughing so innocently.

Yue Ying's eyes lit up, and she lowered her voice and said, "Jingchen, do you know when I found out that you are your daughter?" ”

A trace of blood gradually appeared in Wen Xien's eyes, but no matter how angry she was in her heart, her expression was used to being as calm as water, and in the eyes of others, there was no other emotion except for too pale and a trace of unbearable humiliation.

Yue Ying put her hands on her thin shoulders, rubbed her arms ambiguously, and pulled her body to approach him step by step.

Knowing that the bodies of the two people were close to each other, and the hard and burning chest was throbbing rapidly, Yue Ying pressed her head on Wen Xien's shoulder, feeling the person in her arms tremble slightly.

Wen Xien held the beads so hard that his ten fingers turned white.

There is a typo dripping me

(End of chapter)