The night is silent, and the fire is brilliant.

Huaxin waited and waited, but there was no movement behind him, as if the person was really just an ordinary passer-by from the rain. After a long time, Huaxin breathed a sigh of relief, only to feel that her qi was exhausted, and the wind blew her soaked clothes, and the chill was everywhere, almost burrowing into her bones.

Huaxin couldn't help laughing at herself, she was the first person in the world, and no one in the heavenly realm competed with her, so she didn't want to be so down. With her current ability, she can't say that she is saving Nan Xunnuan, and even she can't protect herself, so she can only temporarily seal Nan Xunnuan's soul in the soul bead, and then slowly find a way to save her in the future.

Huaxin carefully took the Soul Bead into her arms, forced a breath, and pretended to be calm and walked to the fire and sat down, looking indifferent, and the other person sitting with her by the fire seemed to be not a living person but a sculpture, which she completely ignored.

The rain was ringing outside, and the painting was very tired, but she didn't dare to sleep, she could hear the clanging of the bowstrings on the long street that should have been empty, and in the darkness, murderous machines lurked, and there was no moment to disperse. She could only try to stay vigilant, she didn't want to die yet, she didn't want to die here.

At the very least, she wanted to return this soul bead to Shuyi, which she had promised him.

Roasting the fire, by the light of the fire, the painting heart and eyes secretly swept the people on the other side of the fire, the fire was dim, not very clear, vaguely a little monk with a loving Buddha heart.

It is said that the Buddha is compassionate, both as a person in Buddhism, should not be evil, the heart of the painting heart can't help but be wider, but he does not dare to completely let down his guard, after all, this has become a dead street, at this time haunted here, it is inevitable that the appearance is suspicious.

Seeing that the painting heart was soaked in clothes, the little monk added a few handfuls of firewood to the fire, the flames scurried and flourished a lot, the painting heart felt the hot air rushing to the face, and couldn't help but move to the fire greedily, the wet clothes were steamed out of white water vapor by the firewood, and the painting heart struggled to maintain a reserved and dignified image, but the stomach "purred" out of place.

Huaxin couldn't help but show a wry smile, it turned out that the so-called hunger and cold were described like this, but today she experienced it all.

The burning fire was shining brightly in the ruined temple, reflecting the firelight, and the shadows of the painting heart and the little monk were cast on the wall, overlapping each other, shaking with the firelight from time to time.

The painting heart was hungry, and he wanted to let down his guard, but he saw the little monk sitting quietly on the side suddenly got up, walked steadily towards the god platform, and in the eyes of the painting heart, he lit a red candle in front of the god seat, the candle body was as thick as a baby's arm, and the candle smoke was cloudy, and the flame was red, like the red lotus karmic fire that burned during the day.

The painting was extremely tired, although it was drowsy, but he still knew that this candle flame was not used for lighting, but it was like this little monk was giving the final order to kill those people who were ambushed in the dark night, and his fingers couldn't help but clench the painted bone whip on his waist, ready for a fierce battle at any time.

But seeing the little monk turning to look back at her in the candlelight, with kind eyebrows, he smiled slightly at the heart of the painting, and his smile was gentle, like a demagogic trap. The heart of the painting jumped suddenly, almost sinking into it, and a sense of familiarity quickly emerged and dissipated.

Huaxin thought that the monk had done some evil trick on her, so she hurriedly glanced away, not daring to look at him again. Then I heard a rustling sound in the darkness, not approaching, but evacuating. It seems that there is a large group of people, and after half a pillar of incense, the surroundings of the deserted temple are completely silent.

The hand that held the whip in the heart of the painting could not be put down for a long time, and the group of people who were lying in ambush outside clearly knew that the comer was not good, why would they suddenly withdraw? Do you know that she is at the end of her crossbow, and they have already disdained to encircle and suppress her with heavy troops?

After lighting the red candle, the little monk did not make any extra movements, and slowly sat back by the fire. Huaxin felt that the clothes on his body were almost dried and warmer, but his stomach was even emptier, and his appetite was unprecedentedly strong.

Suddenly, the little monk handed over a bowl of hot soup and handed it to Huaxin's eyes, but Huaxin's eyes were not on the soup, but on the jade knuckles holding the soup bowl.

After reading countless paintings in spring, I can't help but marvel, what kind of person can grow such a beautiful pair of hands?

Jun Yin once said that beauties are treacherous.

Huaxin knew that in fact, Jun Yin was just making fun of her scheming and uneasy kindness. Now seeing these hands, the painting heart inexplicably thought of those four words, I don't know what this beauty is, what is An's heart?

Isn't it a beauty skin, a femme fatale?

In the end, it is the meaning of beauty, which cannot be easily disappointed, silent for a long time, Huaxin smiled and took the soup bowl, just put it to his lips, but deliberately raised his head, holding the soup bowl in one hand, stroking his stomach with the other, blinking a pair of watery peach blossom eyes, and asked with a blank eye, "Do you know how to roast rabbits, I want to eat meat." ”

Looking at the top of the little monk's bald head, reciting the rules and precepts of Buddhism, and thinking about it, such an unreasonable request should be rejected coldly.

Huaxin saw the little monk raise his eyes and look at her, his eyes were still warm smiles, his smile seemed to have magic, and it made people feel that they were bumping into a deer in their hearts.

The little monk got up and dusted off the dust on the corner of his clothes, and his figure disappeared into the rain curtain in a flash, and he looked at the place where he disappeared, and then looked at the red candle burning on the altar, his eyes narrowed slightly, this monk is profound, compared with Shuyi, it is not inferior, there are not many such people in the world, and the red lotus karmic fire is even rarer.

Who is he?

This Lishui red lotus karmic fire, could it be his indulgence?

When the little monk came back, he really carried a rabbit in his hand, and he traveled in the wind and rain, but he didn't wet the corners of his clothes. The monk obviously didn't kill much life, his methods were very rusty, and the process of roasting the rabbit went through several twists and turns, and Huaxin only sat indifferently and watched, and did not help him.

The wind is bleak, and the rain is dripping.

The fire is brilliant, and the voices of people are silent.

Boredom, and then looked at him carefully, Huaxin had to admit that this was a very handsome little monk, with a long body, a light skin better than snow, picturesque eyebrows, elegant appearance, compassionate, gentle expression, and even a kind look on his face when he peeled his skin and bones, as if he was not killing, but saving lives.

Half an hour later, Heguang Tongchen handed a roasted rabbit leg to Huaxin, who was already dizzy with hunger, who raised his eyes and swallowed, and did not reach out to take it, but said unceremoniously, "I only eat - cut into pieces." ”

The monk was not annoyed, and immediately used his fingers as a sword and qi as a front, neatly cut off the meat on the rabbit's legs one by one, and handed it to Huaxin with a smile.

Huaxin hesitated, still didn't dare to reach out to pick it up, the little monk lowered his eyelashes slightly, he naturally knew that friend and foe were not distinguished, the grass and trees were all soldiers, Huaxin had always been guarding against him, starting from the bowl of soup he handed over, to her letting a monk kill and cut meat, it was clear that there were difficulties and temptations everywhere.