Chapter 424: Buddhism (31)

"That is, that demon girl cruelly killed the disciple of Liuyun Sect. I think she is a person with an unhealthy mind. It is normal to do such a thing."
"This demon girl is so vicious in her heart that she can hardly be blamed for her death!"
These so-called decent people, one by one, filled with righteous indignation, could not help but put their hats on Jiang Si, that is, Fu Yue's head.
Listening to the harsh sounds in my ears.
The snow-clothed monk frowned delicately.
With a deep voice, "Shut up."
This is the first time that Brahma has revealed his emotions in front of everyone. He has always been unhappy or angry, compassionate and compassionate, like a Buddha without desire and desire.
Fanxiu lowered his cold, long eyelashes, covering the unidentified look in his eyes.
Light-colored thin lips one in one.
"When right or wrong is undecided, don't speculate about her."
Vatican said this obviously to help Fu Yue, to be honest, there must be some selfishness in it.
But because the image of this holy monk in the eyes of everyone on weekdays is too high and respected, no one questioned his words, but instead blamed himself for being too arbitrary.
"Yes, yes, what the holy monk said is that I waited too arbitrarily to speculate on others without definite evidence."
"I am so ashamed to wait..."
Changing faces one by one becomes fast.
Fanxiu stared at the Buddha beads in his hand, but his thoughts ran away. The dark ink pupils trembled slightly, and the delicate and gorgeous face of the young girl gradually emerged in front of him.
Although it is Yaozu.
But those black and white eyes, pure and innocent, and a little bit of arrogance pretending to be bad, make people hard to hate.
Will it be her...
Fan Xiu silently denied this idea.
Absolutely impossible.
Gu Jing Wubo's heart, at this time, a little bit of ripples, and a little bit of extremely weak anger.
Fan Xiu was a little angry. Of course, he was not Qi Fuyue, but Qi himself. Qi himself was suspicious of Fu Yue.
The night is like water.
Qin Wanwan slept in her room alone. Because of the loss of her spiritual roots, her face was pale as a ghost, and her body became weak day by day.
She slept unsteadily and would turn over from time to time. The cyan under her eyes symbolized that she had not slept well for many days.
Qin Wanwan opened his eyes in a daze.
Her eyelashes opened, and she blinked slowly twice. After adjusting to the dazzling light, her vision gradually became clear.
It caught your eye.
It is a beautiful girl in a red dress. She wears a mask on her face. She is standing on her bedside with her arms in her arms, her expression is a high mockery.
Qin Wanwan's pupils shrank, and he was about to scream subconsciously.
Anyone who sees a person appearing in his room in the middle of the night or standing on his bedside will feel scared when he encounters it.
Then, Qin Wanwan found desperately that her throat couldn't make a sound. She drew back in fear, and shook her head constantly towards Fu Yue, as if begging her not to hurt her.
Fu Yue sat down on her own.
"Do you want to know who robbed you of your spiritual root?"
After hesitating, Qin Wan nodded later.
Although she didn't know who this girl was, she still told the truth.
Fu Yue smiled lightly: "It's your good senior sister, Song Yu'er."
Qin Wanwan's pupils shrank.
She suddenly raised her eyes and stared at Fu Yue fiercely, opened her lips, and made your nonsense.