The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

The red flame turns into lotus flowers, and the figure of the woman in red merges with the knife.

The eyes of cold feathers are full of decisiveness.

If it is already an irrevocable death, then fight to the death.

Even if the remains remain, at least she has not cowardly retreated.

The dragon slowly appeared in the shape of a cloaked day, looking at the humble human being who dared to resist and expressing a mockery.

Huge paws stretched out and in an instant you could grab that weak body and squeeze it into mud.

He likes to hear the sound of the prey screaming and screaming in his paws and mouth.

However, as the claws of the dragon were stretched out, the body was suddenly stiffened.

Huge eyeballs spinning rigidly.

Eventually landed in front of cold feathers.

There, at some point, a little monk dressed in gold and red appeared.

An inky pair of dark, dark eyes staring silently at it.

The golden bowl in your hand shines a faint light.

Dragon body instincts tremble.

It has a deep soul fear of the golden bowl.

“Amitabha Buddha.” The little monk read it gently.

A little bit of vermilion appeared quietly.

Let that otherwise naive, pure and holy face somehow carry some trembling evil.

Heavy Buffalo sounds flow out of the open lips.

A red light rises from the golden bowl and pierces the eyebrows of the dragon.

Awesome screaming all over the sky.

The water beneath tumbled dramatically, causing a wave of shock.

The giant beasts beneath the sea, one by one, fled to the depths, shivering like cicadas.

Finally, the screaming dragon's body disappeared, while the little monk's golden bowl was filled with a little silver blue serpent.

But in an instant, it disappeared into a golden bowl.

The little monk turned around slowly, looking pale, the girl with the blood on her mouth, slightly lowered her head: “Amitabha Buddha, cold giver, you're okay...”

His words were not finished, and the person across the street swayed gently.

Fall straight into the ocean.

“Feather foam!” The little monk's face changed dramatically and he rushed over without thinking about it, hugging people into his arms.

“Are you badly hurt? ”

The sound of one's exit was so trembling that it was far from clear.

However, just after he said it, he realized something was wrong.

The girl in her arms looked at him with a smile.

Though it does hurt, it's not even possible to do it.

“Little monk, when exactly have you been following me in the dark? ”

A clear, distant face instantly rose red.

He stammered halfway: “Kid, I... I'm not..."

Speaking of which, it was only discovered that he, he was still holding cold feathers.

The two were as close as the body patches.

Close to the point where he can clearly feel her temperature.

There is also the touch of a fingertip holding a person tight, not even across the clothes can be ignored.

Pure panic and panicked to let go: “Little... the lad abruptly...”

Cold feathers grabbed his collar and said weakly: "I'm out of spiritual power now. Do you want to throw me in the ocean? ”

Jing Yuan was trying to loosen his hands and tighten them suddenly.

This time, but... the harvest is too tight.

Tight enough to seem to want to rub people directly into their own bone blood.

I couldn't help but snort cold feathers.

Clean a face that is already red, and almost burns.

It is accompanied by an inability to suppress faster heartbeats and thicker wheezes.