Chapter 1447 If You Don't Leave, I Won't Give up (55)

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Ripple again conveyed this meaning to Xuehu through Xinyu.

When Xuehu heard this, his face sank slightly, and his always gentle language became cold and ruthless, "Whoever dares to hurt my girl's hair and destroy her feelings, I will not forgive her for the first time! "

When Long Zhuiyue heard this, his back froze slightly, and he pouted, "Xuehu, you ugly bastard, you like her so much, why didn't you snatch her away from my brother? You are really useless!"

She wanted to take an aggressive approach and motivate Xuehu to snatch Yang Zimei. In this case, her brother would be her own.

Who knows, Xuehu is unmoved, just indifferently said, "My role is to make her happy, and I respect her choice with whomever she is with. I will not be as selfish as you, you keep saying that you are I love your brother, but you just want to occupy him and cut off his happiness."

When Long Zhuiyue heard this, his face flushed, "Bullshit! When did I cut off his happiness? I just packed the injustice for you."

"No need, just be yourself. I just want to warn you, if you continue to be selfish like this, you will not only lose our friendship with you, but also your brother."

Xuehu's tone was so indifferent that there was no trace of emotion.

Long Zhuiyue's body trembled slightly, his hands wrapped around his arms, and he lowered his head in contemplation.

Originally, her world has always been lonely.

Because of meeting Yang Zimei, I started to have friends, relatives, and have a different life.

Before, she liked Yang Zimei very much and wanted to give her everything she had.

But now, because he is too attached to his brother, he wants to split the love between Yang Zimei and his brother.

This……

A bit selfish indeed!

The more Long Chayue thought about it, the more ashamed it became.

At this time, Yang Zimei and Long Zhutian had already entered the Hall of Heavenly Kings.

This Hall of Heavenly Kings is the first hall of Sanmen Hall. The middle of the hall is dedicated to Maitreya Buddha, and the back of Maitreya Buddha is dedicated to Wei Tuotian, facing north.

On both sides of the east and west are enshrined the statues of the four heavenly kings.

In front of the Maitreya Buddha statue, a monk in a gray and white cassock is lowering his head and sweeping away the dust with a whisk.

Seeing someone, Yang Zimei was overjoyed, hoping it could be grandpa.

She walked up, put her palms together, and gave the monk a Buddhist salute, "Excuse me, is there a master named Juehui here?"

The monk looked up at her.

This monk gave Yang Zimei a very strange feeling.

The face looks very young, less than thirty years old, but those eyes are very deep and profound, as if they have read through countless years of vicissitudes.

This monk is nothing like his father, so he shouldn't be his grandfather.

"Have."

The monk spoke up.

His voice also had a strange tone, not like a local accent, not knowing where it came from.

"Where is he? I want to find him on something."

If he was anxious to find his grandfather, Yang Zimei didn't bother to care about the strangeness of this monk.

"Um."

The monk did not ask the reason, but nodded lightly, put down the whisk in his hand, and entered the Mahavira Hall with Yang Zimei and Long Zhutian.

The Mahavira Hall is the main hall, and many people do not know its meaning.

In fact, Nobita means to praise the nobleness of Sakyamuni's mighty virtue.

On the futon in front of the Buddha statue, with his back facing her, a monk sitting cross-legged, also wearing a gray and white cassock, was reciting the Vajra Mantra.

Just seeing his back, Yang Zimei felt different.

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