Chapter 4204 This Is My Man - Jingyuan (4) (Please Ask for a Ticket)

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However, in those red eyes, crystal tears rolled down drop by drop.

The patriarch was about to speak, when suddenly a crimson streamer came from a distance like a rush of lightning.

Before waiting for the patriarch to react, a woman in red jumped out of the phantom sword.

While panting heavily, he tore off the talisman on his body: "Fortunately, I still have the [instant talisman] given by the little junior sister. Patriarch, it seems that there is something very important in the Qiankun bag I gave you."

As she spoke, she rushed over to rummage through the pile of things, and after a while, she found a small bottle.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and said to the patriarch, "This is the bottle that my little monk used to get water from the soul pool for me. How can it be considered a token of love."

Tsk, it's all her fault that she and her little monk stay together less and less, and they don't even have a few decent tokens of love.

She was reluctant to throw away her two small storage vases.

After Leng Yumo finished looking for something and talking about it, she realized that the surrounding atmosphere was a little weird and frozen.

She just blinked, looked up after realizing it, and then froze for a while.

"Fuck!!"

She couldn't help but let out a foul language and murmured in a low voice, "I miss the little monk so much, so I have hallucinations?"

Before Leng Yumo's words could fall, a flower suddenly flashed before her eyes, and her whole body was tightly embraced by a pair of hands.

It was so tight that her bones rattled, and there was a burst of pain.

It was so tight she could barely breathe.

But Leng Yumo laughed softly instead.

"It hurts so much, it doesn't seem like a hallucination!"

"Little monk, I really saw you."

Her voice stopped abruptly.

Because she felt some hot liquid slide down her neck.

Her whole heart was aching when it was hot.

Leng Yumo stretched out her arms to hug Jingyuan and said softly, "Little monk, what's wrong? Are you so happy to see me? Does this count as tears of joy?"

The man holding her was silent, but his hands tightened.

Leng Yumo couldn't help but inhaled slightly: Little monk, are you strangling your mother and murdering your own wife?

She looked to the side and found that the people from the Siqing tribe were staring at the two of them with dumbfounded expressions.

For a while, the scalp was a little numb.

This, she is a girl, hugging the little monk, this picture seems to be quite sensational, huh?

If she kissed the little monk now, would the patriarch and the others faint from fright?

Forget it, it’s been treated like a monster anyway.

What is she afraid of?

Thinking of this, Leng Yumo struggled to break free from Jingyuan's hand, held his face, raised her head and kissed the corner of his mouth.

The girl smiled and said: "Little monk, why is it so sad? Let me kiss you, are you happy?"

Jing Yuan looked at her blankly.

Then I realized what just happened.

The little monk's fair skin suddenly turned crimson.

He hurriedly released the person, and the whole person seemed flustered and at a loss.

Especially when he came into contact with the eyes of the people around him who were so shocked that they couldn't close their mouths, even the neck was blushed.

He, what the hell did he just do?

Leng Yumo saw that the shy little monk she was familiar with came back, and a bright smile spread on her face immediately.

She grabbed the little monk, and one jumped onto the red lotus seizing sword, and said to the patriarch who was dumbfounded below: "Patriarch, let me introduce to you, this is my man Jingyuan."

"Cough, although he is now dressed as a monk, he will definitely return to my vulgarity in the future."

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