Chapter 4204: This is my man-Jing Yuan (4) (for votes)

But, in those crimson eyes, crystal tears rolled down.

The patriarch was about to speak, and suddenly a red streamer flew away like a wind and electricity.

Before waiting for the patriarch's reaction, a woman in red jumped from the magically long sword.

While breathing heavily, he pulled off the fu 箓: "Fortunately, I still keep the [Shantang Run] given by the younger sister, patriarch, it seems that something very important has fallen in the Qiankun bag I gave you."

As she said, she rushed over and searched through the pile of things. After a while, she turned out a small bottle.

With a sigh of relief, she said to the patriarch, "This is the bottle my young monk used to take me the soul pool water. How can it be a token of love."

Gee, she blamed her and her family's little monk for getting together, and even a few decent tokens of love.

Both of her small storage porcelain bottles were reluctant to lose.

Leng Yumo finished looking for something and finished talking, only to find that the surrounding atmosphere was a little strange and frozen.

She blinked, then looked up, and then froze.

"Lying trough!!"

She couldn't help bursting a sloppy sentence and muttered in a low voice: "My mother misses the young monk too much, so is there an illusion?"

Leng Yumo's words hadn't fallen yet, and suddenly there was a flower in front of him.

It was so tight that her bones made a clicking sound, and there was a burst of pain.

It was so tight that she could hardly breathe.

But Leng Yumo laughed instead.

"It hurts so much, it doesn't seem to be an illusion!"

"Little monk, I really saw you."

Her voice stopped abruptly.

Because she felt some hot liquid slipping down her neck.

Her whole heart was faintly painful.

Leng Yumo reached out and hugged Jingyuan, and said softly: "Little monk, what's wrong? Seeing me so happy? Is it crying out of joy?"

The man holding her didn't say anything, just tightened her hands.

Leng Yumo couldn't help but inhale slightly: Little monk, are you trying to strangle the old lady and murder your wife?

She looked sideways and found that the people of the Siqing tribe were staring at the two with stunned faces.

For a while, the scalp was tingling.

Here, she is a girl, hugged with the young monk, this picture seems to be quite sensational?

If she kisses the young monk now, will the patriarch faint and frighten them?

Forget it, anyway, it has been seen as a monster.

What is she afraid of?

Thinking of this, Leng Yumo struggled to get rid of Jingyuan's hand, held his face, and raised his head to kiss at the corner of his mouth.

The girl smiled and said: "Little monk, what is so sad? I kiss you, are you happy?"

Jingyuan looked at her blankly.

Then I waited for what happened just now.

The little monk's white skin was suddenly blushed.

He loosened people in a hurry, and the whole person looked panicked.

Especially when I touched the sight of people around me so shocked that I couldn't close my mouth, my neck was ashamed.

He, what did he just do?

Leng Yumo watched the shy young monk he was familiar with coming back, and his face immediately smiled brightly.

She took hold of the young monk, and jumped on to the red lotus robbing knife, and said to the dumb patriarch below: "Patriarch, let me tell you, this is my man Jingyuan."

"Cough, although he is dressed as a monk now, he is definitely going to be a buddy in the future."