And he stood there, as if even the bright moon had become his background. The hazy veil only revealed a pair of eyes that were as vast as smoke. The eyelashes are long and starry. It makes people feel like they are intoxicated at first glance.

Although-I still can't see his face clearly, Mo Jiuzi just knows that he is the world-famous Kazama priest!

The man who used to teach her kung fu in her dreams......

Is she dreaming again? She quietly pinched herself!

It hurts to death! It doesn't seem to be a dream, he really came to her!

Although she doesn't understand why the Kazama priest who is famous all over the world wants to see her and it is difficult to reach the sky, she is always a poet with girlish feelings, even Cinderella has a princely dream.

Her eyes were as dreamy as stars, and she looked at the Kazama priest in a daze, not knowing what day it was.

Priest Kazama beckoned to her, and she followed in a daze......

………………

Snow-white sand, deep blue sea. The waves gently rolled and kissed the beach, licking the girl's delicate little feet, like a lover's touch.

Mo Jiuzi followed the high priest of Kazama all the way here, and the high priest in front of him fluttered away, and the wind lifted his wide white robe, flying dreamily, as if walking against the wind.

Mo Jiuzi followed him desperately, without asking, as if she could follow her without blinking even if he led her to hell.

Finally, the Kazama priest in front stopped and turned around, and Mo Jiuzi also stopped, looking up at him, as if looking at his own gods.

"Do you like this seat very much?" The Kazama priest finally spoke, and his voice was like an ethereal wind, an ethereal cloud.

Mo Jiuzi didn't seem to expect him to ask such a question, her pretty face immediately turned red, she was so nervous that she could barely breathe, she was stupid for a moment, and nodded violently.

Yes, she likes him, and her heart hurts!

is full of him, practicing hard for him, sleeping and waking up for him, enduring the ridicule of everyone for him, and leaving his sick mother behind for him......

"Priest, the women of the people often ...... in their dreams I often dream of you, but I don't know ...... I don't know......," she wanted to say, 'I don't know if the priest really fell into my dream, or if it was just my fantasy,' but she was so nervous that she stuttered when she was nervous, but she couldn't ask the rest of the story, feeling that if she did, he would blaspheme him......

"What do you say?" Kazama's eyes were faintly smiling, and his voice was faintly gentle, flowing into people's hearts like a clear spring.

"Folk Girl...... The folk girl doesn't know. ”

"Jiuzi, you know." He chuckled. The star, the moon, seemed to be a lot brighter in his smile.

Mo Jiuzi lowered his head, unable to speak excitedly, only his body was trembling slightly.

The wind is blowing gently, the waves are gently shaking, and there seems to be a faint ambiguity flowing in the air.

Mo Jiuzi was even more nervous, she could feel the other party's eyes staring at her like water, making her feel at a loss while being extremely happy.

"Jiuzi, how much do you like this seat?" Priest Kazama asked suddenly, his voice still soft.

"Jiuzi can go to the soup for the priest, and he will not hesitate!" Mo Jiuzi almost didn't think twice. Originally, it was just a slogan, but she shouted it with enthusiasm.

"So—what if you're going to die for the sake of this seat?"

"As long as it's for the priest, what is Jiuzi's cheap life? Jiuzi doesn't care! ”

"Good!" Priest Kazama smiled, "You're such a good boy. This seat didn't hurt you in vain, and your body should be returned to the original owner......"

Yes? What?

Nine Purple Chaos's mind was stunned for a moment, and he raised his head blankly.

"Your Majesty, Priest, ...... What do you say? ”

"This seat is saying that you have cultivated this body well, but she was not yours in the first place, and now it should be returned to its original owner." Priest Kazama's tone was serious and gentle.

"Jiuzi, Jiuzi doesn't understand...... Mo Jiuzi was still confused, but a not very good feeling rose in his heart. I couldn't help but take two steps back.