Chapter 3507 Little Monk, Are You Stalking Me Secretly (4) (Please Ask for a Ticket)

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The red flame turned into a lotus flower, and the figure of the woman in red merged with the long knife.

Leng Yumo's eyes were full of determination.

Since it is already a dead end with no way to retreat, then we will fight to the death.

Even if there are no bones left, at least she never retreated cowardly.

Jiaolong slowly showed a figure that covered the sky and the sun, looking at the humble human who dared to resist, showing a mocking expression.

Huge claws stretched out, and in just a split second, they could grab the weak body and knead it into flesh.

He likes to hear the shriek of his prey in his claws and mouth.

However, just as Jiaolong's claws were about to stretch out, his body suddenly froze.

The huge eyeballs turned stiffly.

Finally landed in front of Leng Yumo.

There, a little monk wearing a golden red cassock appeared.

A pair of dark, bottomless eyes stared at it quietly.

The golden bowl in his hand emits a faint light.

Jiaolong's body trembled instinctively.

It has a kind of fear from the depths of the soul towards the golden bowl.

"Amitabha." The little monk said softly.

A little cinnabar appeared quietly between the eyebrows.

The originally immature, pure, and holy face was somehow tinged with a shuddering evil spirit.

A deep Dharma sound flowed out from the open and closed lips.

A red light shot up from the golden bowl and pierced the center of Jiaolong's eyebrows.

A shrill scream resounded through the sky.

The sea below tumbled violently, setting off stormy waves.

The giant beasts under the sea were desperately trying to hide in the depths, silent and shivering.

Finally, the screaming dragon disappeared, but a small silver-blue swimming snake was added to the little monk's golden bowl.

But in just a moment, he disappeared into the golden bowl.

The little monk slowly turned around, looked at the pale girl with blood on the corner of her mouth, and lowered her head slightly: "Amitabha, Lord Leng, you're fine..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the person on the opposite side shake slightly.

fell directly into the sea.

"Yu Mo!" The little monk's expression changed drastically, he rushed over without thinking, and hugged the person into his arms.

"Are you seriously injured?"

Jing Yuan didn't realize that his voice was so panicked and trembling.

However, as soon as the words came out, he realized that something was wrong.

The girl in his arms looked at him with a half-smile.

Although it is indeed injured, it is not that even Yukong can't do it.

"Little monk, since when did you start following me in secret?"

Jing Yuan's face instantly flushed red.

After a long while, he stammered: "Little monk, I... I'm not..."

Halfway through the conversation, he realized that he, he was still holding Leng Yumo.

The two bodies were so close together.

So close that he could clearly feel her temperature.

There is also the tactile feeling of the fingertips hugging people tightly, even if they are separated by clothes, they cannot be ignored.

Jing Yuan panicked and wanted to let go: "Little... Little monk is abrupt..."

Who would have thought that Leng Yumo grabbed the front of his shirt and said weakly, "I'm running out of spiritual power now, you just let me go, are you trying to throw me into the sea?"

The hand that Jing Yuan wanted to release suddenly tightened.

This time, but... but it was too tight.

It was so tight that he seemed to want to rub people directly into his own blood.

Leng Yumo couldn't help groaning.

Jingyuan's already red face was almost on fire.

At the same time, there is an uncontrollable and fast heartbeat, and a thickened gasp.

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