How does he look like a monk? Instead, he looks like a desperate and crazy desperado.

Looking at such a young monk, Leng Yumo felt densely distressed in her heart.

But no matter how distressed she was, she would never allow anyone to hurt her relatives.

Xiaoyaomen is her home and the most important protection in her life.

Even if she dies, she will never allow anyone to hurt her.

The same is true for young monks, right?

Leng Yumo smiled, her smile bitter and sad.

Before today, when she was looking for the young monk, she thought of various excuses.

She wanted to tell the young monk that it was Lu Xingyuan who wanted to kill them first.

It was the Dabei Temple that was so shameless and sanctimonious that it committed the unscrupulous "Red World Robbery".

But at this moment, Leng Yumo knew that all his words were in vain.

Just like she won't give up Xiaoyaomen.

The young monk could not give up Dabei Temple completely.

Even if the little uncle is a world-destroying demon and an evil creature that everyone can kill, she will stand unswervingly on the side of the little uncle, protect him and support him.

The same is true for the little monk.

This is their choice and their fate.

Leng Yumo closed her eyes, tears falling from her eyes.

"Young monk, Jingyuan, I don't regret getting to know you."

She said in a hoarse voice.

His eyes slowly opened, and the water-washed eyes were clear and decisive, and there was no longer any hesitation: "But today, or any day and night in the future, you want to kill my little uncle, kill my Xiaoyaomen."

Anyone can step over my body, Leng Yumo!"

Jingyuan's hand shook, and the scimitar could no longer be held. It fell to the ground and dissipated in the air.

He stared at Leng Yumo closely and said hoarsely: "How could I possibly attack you, Yumo? How could I possibly kill you... You know it's impossible."

Tears fell from his eyes.

The eminent monk of Dabei Temple in the Immortal Realm is now like a lost child, sad, aggrieved and desperate.

Leng Yumo felt a pain in her heart and tears fell down.

Luo Yunxiao said lightly: "If you really like him, it wouldn't be a bad idea to kidnap him back to Xiaoyaomen. Anyway, it's just like marrying into your wife."

Muyan: "..."

Leng Yumo: "..."

Uncle Master! Where did you learn the banditry from?

He actually said it so confidently, and it was natural!

Give back to our young master uncle who was as bright as the moon and as gentle as jade!

Wait, these words sound familiar.

Muyan touched her nose and remembered the conversation she had with Qihuang when she was in Jiyu.

So, like every teacher, like a disciple?

…

Ci En said coldly: "Jingyuan, what are you doing?"

His expression was calm, but his eyes were cold and unhappy, as if he had quenched the poison, "Do you want to betray the Great Compassion Temple?"

While talking, Ci En came to Shan Hui.

Feed the elixir in your hand into Shanhui's mouth.

Shanhui, who was originally dying, seemed to be suddenly injected with vitality.

His pale face flushed, and the majestic divine power was running rapidly in his Dantian.

Ci En said warmly: "This is the only [Nine Turns of Edan] in the world. It can restore all your injuries and your cultivation level will increase several times in a short period of time."

Shanhui was surprised and happy. She clasped her hands together and bowed deeply to Ci'en, "Thank you, uncle, for saving my life!"

After thanking him for his kindness, he immediately stared at Jingyuan.
Chapter completed!