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

However, in those red eyes, there were crystal tears rolling down drop by drop.

The patriarch was about to speak, when suddenly a red stream of light came from a distance like a lightning bolt.

Before the patriarch could react, she saw a woman in a red dress jumping off a long sword in a metamorphosis.

While panting, he tore off the talisman on his body: "Fortunately, I still have the [Short Body Talisman] given by the little junior sister, the patriarch, in the Qiankun bag I gave you, there seems to be something very important."

As she said, she rushed over and searched the pile of things, and after a while, she turned over a small bottle.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and whispered to the patriarch: "This is the bottle my little monk used to fetch water from the soul pool for me. How can it be regarded as a token of love."

Hey, it's all blamed on her and her little monk getting together less and more, not even a few decent tokens of love.

Both her two small storage vases were reluctant to lose.

Leng Yumo finished searching for things and chanting, only to find that the surrounding atmosphere was a bit strange and frozen.

She blinked, then looked up with hindsight, and then was stunned.

"Fuck!!"

She couldn't help but burst into a swear word, and murmured in a low voice: "I miss the little monk too much, so do you have hallucinations?"

Before Leng Yumo's words fell, a flower suddenly appeared before his eyes, and his whole body was tightly embraced by both hands.

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

It was so tight that she could barely breathe.

But Leng Yumo laughed low instead.

"It hurts so much, it doesn't seem to be an illusion!"

"Little monk, I really saw you."

Her voice stopped abruptly.

Because she felt some hot liquid slip from her neck.

Her whole heart was aching when she was hot.

Leng Yumo stretched out his hand to hug Jing Yuan and whispered, "Little monk, what's the matter? Are you so happy to see me? Is this a cry of joy?"

The man holding her didn't say a word, but his hands tightened tighter.

Leng Yumo couldn't help but inhale slightly: Little monk, are you trying to strangle your old mother and murder your wife?

She looked aside and found that the people from the Siqing tribe were staring at them with a stunned expression.

The scalp became numb for a while.

This, she is a girl, hugged with 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 with fright?

Forget it, it's been seen as a monster anyway.

What is she afraid of?

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

The girl smiled and said, "Little monk, what's the matter with you so sad? Let me kiss you, am I happy?"

Jing Yuan looked at her blankly.

Then wait to get back to what happened just now.

The little monk's white skin was suddenly stained with crimson.

He hurriedly let go of the person, and the whole person looked flustered and at a loss.

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

He, what did he just do?

Leng Yumo saw that the shy little monk he was familiar with had returned, and a bright smile immediately spread across his face.

She held the little monk, and jumped onto the Red Lotus Soul Sword, and said to the dazed patriarch below: "Patriarch, let me introduce you to me. This is my man's pure distance."

"Ah, although he is dressing up as a monk now, he will definitely return to the vulgarity in the future."