Half an hour later, Heguang Tongchen handed a roasted rabbit leg to Huaxin, who was already dizzy with hunger, Huaxin raised his eyes and looked, with the only remaining reason, swallowed his saliva, and did not reach out to take it, but continued to be unceremoniously critical, "I only eat those cut into pieces." ”

The monk was not annoyed by the pickiness of the painting heart, and immediately used his fingers as a sword and qi as the edge, neatly cut off the meat on the rabbit leg piece by piece, and handed it to the painting heart with a smile.

The technique of cutting the flesh surprised the painting heart, and it was vaguely like the seventh style of the Shen Yuan Sword Technique.

Shen Yuan's swordsmanship, unfathomable, since the body of the father God returned to chaos, for hundreds of thousands of years, no one who is not the god of war Junyi has been able to comprehend, and now he has seen the first hint in this little monk.

When she was pierced through the heart by Shen Yuan's sword, Jun Yi was furious and abandoned Shen Yuan into the mortal world.

Huaxin hesitated, still didn't dare to reach out to pick it up, the monk lowered his eyelashes slightly, he naturally knew that friend and foe were not distinguished, all plants and trees were 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.

"The donor is not extraordinary, and the spiritual power is exhausted, the body is poisonous, the heart is injured, now it is just the end of the strong crossbow, if the poor monk wants to harm the donor, wouldn't it be much cleaner to seal the throat with a sword than to poison. ”

The little monk's voice was like jade, very good, but the painting heart didn't have time to taste and appreciate, and every word of his words made her tremble.

What kind of sacredness is this, he can look at her at will, and then reveal her old bottom!

"Little monk, don't you have to speak wildly, the donor is very good, where is the poison, where is the injury, what else is not extraordinary, the little monk doesn't want to learn from the old mage to collect demons?"

Huaxin stared at a pair of sparkling peach blossom eyes, obviously poisoned into the heart, and the pain was unbearable, but he pretended to be safe and scolded the little monk.

But it was difficult to hide a trace of panic in his eyes.

"The benefactor has been poisoned by the devouring gods, but he can still extinguish the flame of the red lotus, relieve the siege of Lishui, and save the extinguished spirits, how can he be mortal?"

The little monk's eyes were blazing, every word, word by word, he knew the poison of devouring the gods, he knew the red lotus karma, he even knew that she could summon spirits, he was so wise and wise that he was so penetrating everything, so that the painting heart was not only surprised and frightened, but also a little trance, it was clear that he had never seen him, why did he always feel familiar?

After a while, the burning firewood "la" sounded, and the painting heart suddenly woke up, secretly annoyed that he was dizzy, and he was actually fascinated by this pretty monk with red lips and white teeth, and lost his soul.

"Who are you? How do you know the poison of devouring gods?" The painting heart turned away from a trance, replaced with a full of vigilance, and put his fingers on the painted bone whip on his waist, and the whip head secretly pointed at the little monk.

The monk smiled and said gently, did not answer the question of the heart, and said on the matter, "The donor has now poisoned the heart, although the medicinal powder on this rabbit meat cannot detoxify, but it can also temporarily protect the donor." ”

"How can I believe you?" asked Huaxin, knowing that what the monk said was true, and still raised his face and questioned in a cold voice.

"If you don't believe in the poor monks, you won't see the light of tomorrow. ”

The monk's words were not wild words, and Huaxin herself knew that from the time she decided to forcibly drive the power of the Nine Shades to extinguish the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, she was equivalent to choosing death. Now she is just holding on, she doesn't dare to sleep, because she is afraid that she will not wake up again.

She didn't know what she was expecting, whether she was expecting Jun Yin to save her, or was she expecting Shuyi to pick her up?

I'm afraid that nerd is still angry with her, probably not coming. When he thought of Shuyi, he was distracted, and the breath he was carrying suddenly dispersed, and suddenly the poisonous blood flowed backwards, and he was dying.

But even at such a desperate end, Huaxin still struggled and did not dare to take it lightly.

"You eat first" Huaxin bit his lip, narrowed his eyes long, and his eyes gradually became a hint of fierceness.

The little monk is really compassionate, and his temper is even better, he has nothing to say, and he still smiles gently in the face of the words of the painting heart, with handsome eyebrows and eyes, faint eye waves, snow-colored monk's robes, and a holy expression. He didn't seem to care about the suspicion and precautions of the painting and all kinds of unreasonable demands, nor did he care about the rules and precepts of Buddhism, so he grabbed a piece of rabbit meat and sent it to his mouth.

Seeing this, Huaxin's heart suddenly moved, and a soft and inexplicable hit was struck, she snatched the rabbit meat from the little monk's hand, and stuffed it into her mouth without worrying.

If the little monk in front of him is not a bad person, let him break the killing ring for no reason, and let him break the meat ring for no reason, wouldn't it be a crime of one more degree.

If this little monk is really a sinister person, no matter whether this rabbit meat is poisonous or not, she will not escape death.

Thinking about this, the painting heart calmed down a little, but his heart was weakened and weak like despair, and he stuffed the rabbit meat into his mouth with his hands full of oil, swallowing it without any effect, gluttonizing this last supper, and a smile on the corner of his mouth was desolate and bitter.

The flesh is actually not bad, but it is not as good as the nerd who roasted it for her, chewing and chewing, and the tears of the painting heart can't stop flowing down.

She remembered the days in the god realm before, although it was lonely and boring, but at that time, Jun Yi was the only one in her heart. Later, he fell into the mortal world for her, not only forgot her, but also had so many worries in vain.

But the woman he cared about was still kind to him, which made her jealous, but she was convinced.

After all, she hurt him, and Nan Xunnuan saved him, he had a place for Nan Xunnuan in his heart, shouldn't he be?

The turquoise bead hidden in the painting's bosom made her heart ache. She had been such a proud woman, so proud that she could not tolerate that there were other women living in the heart of her beloved, but now she was so humble because of love, so humble that she was willing to give her life to save the woman with whom she lived in his heart, just to beg him not to be sad.

Who made her, so like him?

Since you like it, it's worth it.

Huaxin cried and laughed, very embarrassed, raised her eyes and saw that the little monk had been looking at her, she couldn't help but look slightly embarrassed, and said angrily, "The monks don't know what it means to be indecent and not to look at it." ”

"The Buddha is compassionate and compassionate, and the benefactor is miserable, and it is also the suffering of all sentient beings, how can he ignore it. ”

The little monk is righteous and serious, and he is secretly slandered, and he is also a clever one.

"How can there be any sentient beings suffering, it's not that the little monk is negligent in killing, the roasting art is not good, the donor, I am crying because of this rabbit meat"

Painting Xin pretended to throw the leftover rabbit meat into the fire to show his disgust.