Ke Changqing, who was hot all over, wanted to vaguely smell a strong cold fragrance, he wasn't sure if it came from it, but he could feel that the breath of the demon pill was gone.

Obviously, he should hate this kind of thing, or rather, disgust, from a physiological disgust.

But that touch of snow white was engraved in his heart and eyes.

If Ke Changqing's mind was still relatively clear, he should be able to detect the disappearance of the demon pill's aura, but he was no longer in the mood to care about his demon pill.

The back of the beauty who was pressed under the man inexplicably coincided with one of the blurred backs. His heart was shocked, his dark eyes stared at the beauty's back, and a contradictory emotion of anger and fear gradually surged in his chest.

He didn't know where this emotion came from, and what was even more ridiculous was that Ke Changqing didn't see that person's face clearly at all, his chest was panicked, his hands were unconsciously clenched into fists, and his sharp nails slammed into his palms, bringing a spicy pain.

"Jingchen will give me a baby, okay?"

The man's voice was gentle, and he held the beauty's chin in one hand, turned her face to himself, and then leaned over to kiss the two lips that were soaked in liquid.

Such a simple action of his made Ke Changqing fall into an ice cave.

Ke Changqing stood stiffly, staring at the monk's cold and familiar face with black eyes, saying that it was familiar but feeling extremely unfamiliar, and drops of blood flowed from his fingers.

However, the pain was far less than the sharp pain in his heart that was scorched by fire.

Ke Changqing pressed the position of his heart, hurriedly took a step back, and exhaled heavily, but the sharp pain in his heart did not disappear, but there was a tendency to intensify.

Ke Changqing was sure that he didn't know the people in the room, and he didn't even know the other party's name, and this groundless emotion caught him off guard and was irritable.

He hated such inexplicable feelings, and even more hated things that were out of control.

In order to avoid this emotion, Ke Changqing did not stay long, but chose to leave.

He naively thought that he just had to stay away from that person.

——

Master Jingchen was kicked out of the Yonghe Nunnery, saying that it was because of the unforgivable sin, and no one knew what the real reason was.

But many people in the temple saw Yue Ying swaggering out with Wen Xien in her arms, and there were all kinds of rumors in the temple for a while.

said that Jingchen couldn't stand the pain of the cliff, and followed his son-in-law to the world to enjoy happiness.

He didn't believe it in his life, he knew that Senior Brother Jingchen was not such a person, but he still couldn't do anything without evidence.

"Pingsheng ......" the abbot's voice was full of majesty, and the precept ruler mercilessly hit the little monk's thin but actually strong shoulder, opened his eyes and said, "Can the teacher tell you the four precepts that you must do?" ”

Pingsheng clasped his hands together, and there was impetuousness between his eyebrows: "Remember." ”

The abbot stood up and hit the little monk's straight back three more times before saying, "Okay, you can't calm down, it's useless to sit, go out." ”

"Master......" The little monk bowed to the abbot, but did not leave, but asked directly: "May I ask what mistake Senior Brother Jingchen made to be driven away for no reason?" ”

The abbot shook his head and sighed: "She doesn't belong here, all this is the fate of Jingchen, and the son-in-law is her calamity, and everything has its own certainty." ”

Pingsheng noticed something strange and asked in a panic: "What does Master mean by this, I don't understand, is this related to driving away Senior Brother Jingchen?" ”

Pingsheng's excessive concern made the abbot aware of the strangeness, he looked at Pingsheng coldly, and said lightly: "This is not what you should care about, Pingsheng, don't ask." ”

Pingsheng's eyes were red and bloodshot, and he shouted in a panic: "Master! ”

Pingsheng stared at the abbot's face, but gradually came back to his senses.

"Master...... I ......" Pingsheng couldn't speak as if his throat was stuck, but Pingsheng unexpectedly understood the meaning of the abbot.

Pingsheng gritted his teeth and nodded, his head swelled badly, and his mouth was bitten by himself, and he barely came back to his senses, "Me too, I'm worried about my senior brother, so I ......"

"There's no next time."

Pingsheng lowered his head and did not speak.

——

Wen Xien stared at the hot and smoking broth in front of her with a pale face, and the steaming smell of minced meat haunted her mouth and nose, only to make her stomach churn with nausea.

Wen Xien frowned and retched, and slammed the soup bowl over.

The other salty sticks to the tip of her tongue day by day, making her sick to her stomach when she drinks water, and she can't wait to wash it open.

This kind of meat makes you want to vomit when you see it.

Yue Ying put down the soup bowl and stretched out her palm to touch Wen Xien's cheek, "If you don't eat or drink, who are you competing with?" ”

Wen Xien's neck trembled, according to her original temperament, she should have avoided it, or slapped it away with one hand if she was forced to hurry.

But now that Wen Xien has seen Yue Ying's methods, it is inevitable that she has some scruples, although Yue Ying does not hurt her life, there are ways to make her uncomfortable.

Wen Xien had to resist the urge to dodge, his eyelashes drooped, and said, "How long do you want to trap me here?" ”

Yue Ying's fingertips moved to Wen Xien's eyes, and casually teased her black eyelashes: "Why do you still ask?" ”

"Am I not clear enough?"

Wen Xien raised his eyes to look at Yue Ying, and his eyelashes brushed over Yue Ying's fingertips. Yue Ying suddenly withdrew her hand as if she was burned, retracted into her sleeve, and rubbed her nails fiercely into the flesh of her fingertips, as if she wanted to peel off the itchy tingling.

It was very strange that when he was close to Wen Xien, he didn't feel any timidity, but some trivial touches without lust made him difficult to parry.

Yue Ying grinned, without the slightest hint on her face, "If Jingchen is more obedient and makes me happy, I will take Jingchen out for a walk when I am in a good mood, after all, it is not good to suffocate." ”

Wen Xien knew that Yue Ying would not let go, but fortunately he turned his head and did not look at him.

Yue Ying didn't react much this time, even if Wen Xien didn't want to?

"Then stay in here all the time. Don't say these things that make me angry. ”

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(End of chapter)