Chapter 3507: Little monk, do you follow me secretly (4) (for tickets)

The red flame turned into a lotus, and the figure of the woman in red merged with the sword.
Leng Yumo's eyes were full of determination.
If it is already a retreat, then you will fight desperately.
Even if the bones weren't there, at least she hadn't shy away.
Xiaolong slowly showed the shape of covering the sky, looking at the humble human who dared to resist, showing a mocking expression.
The huge claws stretched out, and it took just a moment to grab the weak body and squeeze it into a flesh.
He likes to hear the screams and screams of the prey in his claws and mouth.
However, when the dragon's claws were about to extend, his body suddenly froze.
Huge eyeballs turned stiffly.
Eventually landed in front of Leng Yumo.
There, I don't know when a young monk in a golden red coat appeared.
A pair of dark, bottomless eyes were watching it silently.
The golden bowl in his hand exudes a faint light.
Chen Long's body shivered instinctively.
It had a fear of that golden bowl from the depths of the soul.
"Amitabha." The little monk said quietly.
A bit of cinnabar appeared quietly.
Let the original naive, pure, holy face inexplicably bring a bit of trembling evil spirit.
The heavy Dharma sound flowed from the opening and closing lips.
A red light rose from the golden bowl, piercing the dragon's brows straight.
Screams screamed through the sky.
The sea below rolled violently, setting off a rough sea.
The beasts under the sea are desperately hiding from the depths, shivering like chills.
Finally, the screaming dragon body disappeared, but a small silver-blue swimming snake was added to the little monk's golden bowl.
But within a moment, it disappeared into the golden bowl.
The little monk turned slowly, looking at the girl with a pale face and blood on the corner of his mouth, slightly bowed down: "Amitabha, cold donor, you are fine ..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw the body of the opposite person shaking slightly.
Fall straight into the sea.
"Yu Mo!" The little monk's face changed drastically, and he rushed forward without thinking about it, holding him in his arms.
"Are you badly hurt?"
Jingyuan didn't find it, the voice of his exit was so panic and trembling.
However, as soon as the words came out, he realized that there was something wrong.
The girl in her arms looked at him with a smile.
Although it was indeed injured, it was not impossible for Yukong to do it at all.
"Little monk, when did you start to follow me in secret?"
Jingyuan's face turned red instantly.
It took him a long while to stutter: "Little monk, I ... I'm not ..."
Halfway through the story, I realized that he still held Leng Yumo.
Their bodies are so close.
Near enough he could clearly feel her temperature.
There is also the tactile sensation of holding your fingers tightly, even if you're wearing clothes.
Jingyuan panickedly wanted to release: "Little ... Little Monk Tang Tu ..."
Who knows that Leng Yumo grabbed his coat by his arms and said weakly: "I'm out of spiritual power now, you just let me go, do you want to throw me into the sea?"
Jing Yuan's hand that he wanted to release suddenly tightened.
This time, but ... it was too tight.
Tight enough to seem to want to rub people directly into their own bones and blood.
Leng Yumo couldn't help snorting.
Jing Yuan's own blushing face almost burned.
At the same time, there is a heartbeat that can't be suppressed, and a thicker gasp.