Chapter 4205: For you, I am willing to abandon the Buddha (1)

"Then we won't win a new marriage for a long time... Bah, a long time to reunite, but also to tell the old, so let's leave."

Having said that, without waiting for the reaction of the people of the Siqing tribe, Honglian's seizure of the soul has turned into a streamer and disappeared into the sky.

The only people left behind are the patriarch, Yabu and Wumeng of the Siqing tribe.

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Because Yin Yangzong is about to set off for Qian Yuan tomorrow, Leng Yumo uses the short-lived amulet.

She must return to the Yin Yang Sect before dawn, and the Instant Amulet accelerated her speed, but she could only barely let her go back and forth overnight.

But the net is far different.

His cultivation base has reached the Immortal Venerable, and no one on the entire Xiuxian Continent can be more powerful than him.

Simple teleportation is not a problem at all.

Therefore, when going, Leng Yumo spent more than two hours.

When I went back, I didn't even have a tea time.

But the two didn't go directly to the Yin Yang Sect, but fell into a valley behind the Yin Yang Sect.

As soon as Leng Yumo stood still, he looked at Jingyuan up and down.

The more she looked, the tighter her brow furrowed.

She knew that the cultivation of the young monk was very high, and the ordinary cold and hot hunger and thirst could not damage his body or mind.

But the person in front of him seemed to have lost a circle, and the whole person seemed to have lost his spirit and became silent.

There was a anger and distress in Leng Yumo's heart.

Who on earth turned her young monk into this?

Thinking about it, his hand was suddenly caught, Jingyuan looked at her nervously, "Yumo, wasn't I just scared? Scared you?"

Jingyuan vaguely knew that he had almost entered the state of [Blood Moon] before.

Covered with injustice, shaped like an asura.

Even if Mo Xiu sees it, he will be afraid and will retreat.

What would Yumo think of him?

This thought made his whole heart tight.

However, the girl in front of him showed a puzzled expression and frowned slightly.

"What did it look like just now?"

Leng Yumo tried hard to recall, "I was so excited when I saw the young monk, and I haven't had time to see what you are like? Or will you show me another one? Is it a cool crazy bully? Or Evil and arrogant?"

Jing Yuan: "..."

The corners of his mouth unknowingly lifted up, the expression on his face slowly relaxed, showing a bit of juvenile clear joy and sweetness.

Leng Yumo was very itchy when he looked at him like this. He couldn't help but grabbed the little monk's cassock. He asked him to lower his head and touch it gently at the corner of his mouth.

Just before she could retreat, she was pressed on the rockery by the little monk who had just cleverly allowed her to play with her, and her breath was adjusted instantly.

There seemed to be footsteps and voices not far from the rockery.

The breath between the two became hot and hot.

Jingyuan clasped her palms, as if burning a hot flame.

When the kiss was over, the voices gradually went away.

Leng Yumo glanced over there and glanced over there.

It should be the outside disciple of Yin Yangzong, just passing by here.

She retracted her head, and looked at the young monk's eyes and cheeks as if they were dyed red with peach blossoms. She couldn't help but laugh out loud: "If you are discovered that the young monk is cheating with the woman, your life will be ruined."

Jing Yuan embraced her, lowered her head and pressed her forehead against the woman’s forehead, and her voice was slightly breathless: "I haven’t had a life of clarity...I don’t want it, as long as you."