Chapter 405: Buddhism (12)

Fanxiu glanced sideways at Fu Yue, and doubts flashed in his clean and holy eyes, and his eyelashes stretched out a slender arc, which outlined the light moonlight.
He has lived for many years, but he can't see what the body of this evildoer is. He only knows that she should be underage, and her bloodline is already so powerful before she is awakened...
This caused Vatican to fall into contemplation.
Fu Yue stopped moving suddenly.
She lay down on a rock with a grin, paying no attention to the dust on it, as if she had no bones, she refused to move.
Vatican looked over indifferently: "?"
Fu Yue was rightly confident: "You have sealed my spiritual power, I can't walk anymore, I need to rest."
This road is really rugged and difficult to walk. There are vines entwined with ancient trees everywhere, and you will be tripped if you are not careful. At this time, the night is thick and you can't really see it, and Fuyue almost died.
She has a bad temper.
Seeing that this monk is her sweetheart, this is the only way to endure it. If it were for another person, Fu Yue was afraid that he would have died with him long ago.
Vatican did not object either.
He turned his head and looked around, and finally picked a clean spot, sat down cross-legged and chanted.
Fan Xiu raised one hand, flush with his chest, and held a string of primitive prayer beads in the other hand. The color of the prayer beads was very dark, and the fingers became more and more white.
His thin lips closed together, spit out obscure scriptures.
Fu Yue: "..."
Was ignored.
The girl's beautiful peach blossom eyes lifted up, a bit of evil flashed in it, and at first glance it was a bad idea.
She stood up surreptitiously, then moved in the direction of Fan Xiu, seeing her getting closer and closer to him.
Fu Yue picked up the grass and held it in her hand.
A verdant grass tip was tremblingly pinched by a tender white hand, and then slowly moved towards the Xueyi monk, just about to poke the man's tall nose.
Fanxiu opened his eyes.
The look in Fu Yue's eyes was very cold, the kind of indifference that was not emotional, he was also not angry, as if he was looking at some naughty cat or puppy, and he whispered: "Naughty."
Fu Yue's hand stopped in place.
The grass was also pinched in her palm, and she did not move forward.
Not angry?
Fu Yue had some doubts.
Fan Xiu ignored her, closed his eyes and recited the scriptures silently.
I felt that the corners of my clothes were torn.
The snow-clothed monk opened his eyes and looked at Fu Yue pinching his paw on a corner of his clothes, frowning almost invisibly, and then looking at the red enchanter in front of him, tilting his head, revealing a touch of sweetness towards him With a smile, "Holy monk, I want to change clothes."
Brahma: "..."
He was taken aback for a moment, took the corner of his clothes out of the girl's white and tender hands, opened his lips and said indifferently: "Tell me what to do with this, just change it yourself."
Fu Yue: "I have no other clothes."
Fanxiu frowned: "So?"
Fu Yue should have said: "Since the holy monk is going to take me away, all of my things are naturally under your control."
As she said, she glanced at her tattered red dress disgustingly, "Holy monk, you don't want to see a girl in tattered clothes following you? Others will think you have done something wrong to me. Things."
This kind of unreserved remarks Fu Yue just came with her mouth. She was not half embarrassed, and she stared straight at Fan Xiu with her beautiful eyes.
The snow-clothed monk's eyebrows twitched.
People who are not good at speech.
Encountered such a savage monster, there is no way to do it.