Chapter 3396: Young monk with red ears and red eyes (2)

"It ’s a mess, it ’s a mess, your dad is really not a thing. Sister, if you look for a man in the future, you must polish your eyes. Even this little monk looks good and kind now, you ca n’t be fascinated by beauty. . Knowing people knowing their faces, but who knows how many men in the world are good ?! "
Song Wu, who was shot innocently, just reluctantly touched his nose, looking at Liu Shuyan's eyes still gentle.
However, Leng Yaoshan suddenly opened his eyes wide when he heard the words: "You, you, what are you talking about? Yu Mo and this little monk are ... yes ...?"
Under the gaze of Liu Shuyan and grandpa.
Leng Yumo stiffened her head, took the young monk's hand, and laughed, "Grandpa, this is my fiance."
"This, this ... You Mo just arrived here ... You just came here, why did you find your fiance so soon? And still a monk, no way! This matter must be considered from a long-term perspective."
Leng Yumo is almost two heads large.
At this moment, the enchantment in front of him flashed white, and a couple came out with a smile on their faces.
Leng Yumo was like an amnesty, clutching the young monk's hand, looking at Liu Shuyan and anxiously, "Sister Liu, my dear injury is severe and can no longer support it. Please be sure to send us in immediately."
With that said, he also twisted Jingyuan's hand heavily.
The little monk's white cheeks were crimson, and finally she leaned in awkwardly, put her head on Leng Yumo's shoulder, and made a weak expression.
Sure enough, Liu Shuyan, an enthusiastic person, no longer interested in investigating Leng Yumo's identity background, and directly pushed the two into the enchantment.
...
"Is this the soul pond?"
Feel the light mist that pervades the surroundings, and the magical feeling that the soul and soul are washed away.
Leng Yumo couldn't help but exclaim.
A stream appeared before their eyes.
But the water carried in the stream is not clear and transparent, but milky white.
"It's just a stream that accompanies the soul pond. It's not a real soul pond."
Jing Yuan held Leng Yumo and walked forward. "With me, the real soul-cultivating pond is ahead."
Sure enough, as the young monk said, the further the two moved forward, the thicker and denser the mist in the air, and the more milky and smooth the stream color.
A pair of lovers began to appear beside the stream.
These people are usually not severely damaged, and only need to heal in this associated stream.
The further you went in, the more anxious Leng Yumo felt.
Is Niang and Zhixuanyuan here?
Yes, my grandpa is here, and my mother must be in it.
However, the mother was almost completely crushed at the beginning, was she really cured?
"Be careful!"
Leng Yumo was stunned and did not notice that the soil under her feet had become soft.
The body suddenly tilted and fell down towards the milky stream.
With a tight waist, she had been pulled back before she could use her spiritual power.
The tip of the nose smelled a clear sandalwood, and the body was close to the broad and tight chest.
A slight throbbing heartbeat was heard in the ear.
Leng Yumo raised his head sullenly.
Hearing the clear and gentle voice of the little monk in his ear: "Humo, can you do it?"
"No ... nothing."
The ears quietly burned a blush, and Leng Yumo was a little helpless.
She pushed the young monk's chest and smiled strongly: "I didn't expect you to look thin and weak, but your figure is not bad at all. Thank you just now. I think things are so intriguing. I will be careful down. "