After a pause, her voice inexplicably became a little embarrassed: "Hey, have you held enough? I said I will be careful next."

The little monk suddenly came to his senses and took several steps back, but he accidentally stepped into the stream behind him.

Leng Yumo couldn't help laughing when he saw his slow and shy appearance.

This time it was her turn to reach out and pull the person back.

"I'm talking about the little monk." Leng Yumo reached out and patted his chest, "Miss, I'm not shy yet? Why are you shy? Showing this beautiful look, sister, I'm going to be moved and snatch you back as the husband of the village!"

"No...I...please...please respect the girl!"

Leng Yumo raised his hand and hooked his chin, looking at his long trembling eyelashes, sweat beads dripping from his nose, and trembling lips, he felt more and more wanting to tease him.

"Self-respect? I am very light, how can I be respectful? Why don't you teach me if you are young monk?"

As he said that, he slowly approached the little monk's lips.

Jingyuan's eyes widened a little bit, and his hands hanging on his side were tightly clenched.

It would be easy for him to retreat and push the woman in front of him away.

However, as Leng Yumo approached.

The tip of his nose smelled the only one of this girl.

Open-minded, cool and full of vitality.

It was a color he had never seen before.

It's like a fire ignited in the coldest night of winter, so warm and bright.

He is born to attract people like him to get close and have.

The bright red lips are close at hand and are getting closer.

A devilish desire suddenly rose in his heart.

If he could seize her, would he have flames and light?

No!

All conditioned laws are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows. They are like dew and lightning...

He promised his master that from then on, he would let go of the past and forget all his attachments and desires.

"Puff!"

Just as Jingyuan's heart was struggling in a pan, the girl's laughter came from her ears.

"It's true, you're not really meant to molest you? Why do you show such a look of destiny?"

Leng Yumo gently patted his chest, tidying up his wrinkled clothes, and then smiled and said, "Just play with you, why are you scared like this? Auntie, no matter how hungry I am, I can't attack a little monk! Don't worry, your chastity will be firmly preserved, Master Jingyuan."

Jingyuan's face turned red again, and his expression was a little aggrieved and resentful.

There was still a trace of loss that he didn't even notice.

"Haha, OK, OK, I won't tease you anymore. Let's go to the Soul-raising Pool as soon as possible."

She couldn't wait to see her mother.

"Yu Mo?"

The two were about to part ways when a familiar call came from behind.

It's Leng Zhixuan.

"Uncle Zhixuan!" Leng Yumo turned around excitedly.

Leng Zhixuan is here, so her mother must be nearby.

However, what greeted her was not the excitement and joy of Leng Zhixuan's reunion after a long separation, but the look of shock and shock in looking at the two of them.

However, Leng Zhixuan is Leng Zhixuan.

He quickly calmed down, walked up and looked her up and down with a smile.

The surprise, surprise and joy in his eyes were all replaced by praise: "I once said, Yumo, you may become the greatest pride of the Leng family. Now that I think about it, this guess will underestimate you after all."
Chapter completed!