Chapter 3509 Belongs to Her Marriage, What About the Monk (2)

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Even monks can be vulgar!

The law of heaven stipulates that if you become a monk, you can't fall in love and get married?

Leng Yumo's heart turned back and forth, but her face was serious and serious.

With a pair of heavy eyes, Lu Junjia lowered his head guiltily, and no longer dared to make trouble without reason.

Leng Yumo then looked at Jingyuan, with a pleading look in her eyes: "Little monk, can you do it?"

She was thinking.

If the little monk said he couldn't do it, or didn't want to get along with her alone, he had to think of another reason to send the light bulb away.

Well, the word light bulb is still heard from the mouth of exorcism.

As for whether the little monk can do it.

Leng Yumo didn't even think about this question in her heart.

Jingyuan quickly gave her a reply: "Amitabha, please wait a moment."

As soon as the words fell, another slender and powerful hand had replaced Leng Yumo's hand, grabbed Lu Junjia's collar and disappeared.

Leng Yumo blinked.

Why did she feel that the little monk's voice just now seemed very happy?

Is it an illusion?

Leng Yumo pursed her lips and quietly raised the corners of her lips.

She took out the healing medicine and swallowed it in her stomach, then meditated cross-legged.

In fact, what he told Lu Junjia was not all lies.

During the battle with Jiaolong, she did hear a distant and hazy voice.

There seems to be a familiar aura coming from the bottom of the sea.

At this moment, she meditated attentively, and the surroundings became quiet.

The sound came to my ears once again.

"...Red Lotus takes the soul and grieves the soul..."

"I only hope that the soul of no sorrow will remain in the world forever, not scattered and indestructible."

No Sorrow Palace!

This was the old voice she had heard in the Wushang Palace.

Could it be that this [Huntian Cave Mansion] also has a Wushang Palace on the bottom of the sea?

Leng Yumo suddenly opened his eyes.

Then he met a pair of dark eyes.

The little monk was trying to grab her hand. He didn't know whether to heal her or check her physical condition.

And because of Leng Yumo's awakening and her body suddenly leaning forward.

The distance between the two suddenly became very close.

Near Leng Yumo can feel the man's warm and humid breath blowing on his lips.

Everything around him seemed to be silent.

The two just held hands and stared at each other, so close at hand.

Until Leng Yumo whispered, "You came back so soon?"

It was only when Jing Yuan realized that he almost took a few steps back in embarrassment.

After a long while, he stabilized his mind, lowered his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Master Lu is asleep in a safe place. When there is a gap in the enchantment of the cave, he will automatically leave here."

"Who asked him." Leng Yumo chuckled lightly, "I mean what are you doing in such a hurry to get back? Even breathing? Is it because you are worried that I am in danger here alone?"

Jing Yuan's face suddenly turned red to the base of his ears.

Leng Yumo looked at the embarrassed look of the little monk, and the more she looked at it, the more she liked it.

She dragged her cheeks, admiring the little monk Qingjun's eyebrows and eyes, her delicate and flawless skin, and her red skin, and said softly, "Hey, little monk, I saw you coming back that day outside the Soul Cultivation Pond. , why did you run away suddenly? Is it really just to talk nonsense to me?"

Jing Yuan lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Leng Yumo was a little disappointed: "Is it really just to talk nonsense to me?"

Jing Yuan raised his head and glanced at her, his expression trying to be calm, but the tight hand on his side betrayed his mood at this time.

"Is that man hugging you your real husband?"

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