Leng Yaoshan then hummed twice and stopped talking.

Leng Yumo turned his head and looked at Jingyuan, curled up the corners of his lips and showed a smile: "Little monk, I really want to say goodbye this time."

Jingyuan moved his lips and wanted to ask her, is there really no friendship?

But when the words came to my mouth, I still didn't say it.

He folded his hands together, his long eyelashes drooped, and the golden red cassock made his skin look as white as jade, but also cold.

"Amitabha, Yumo donor, there will be a date later."

After saying this, Jingyuan turned around and left.

His pace was very slow, as if he could feel the girl's breath for longer.

But no matter how slow you walk, it will eventually disappear, you will never see or feel it again.

Those dim eyes flashed unconsciously in my mind.

And the loss and attachment that cannot be hidden in those eyes...

This trip may be permanent.

In the vast three realms and thousands of worlds, they will never be able to meet again.

He didn't even thank him well, and got the purest soul-raising pool water for himself.

And when you see that you are in danger, you come to rescue them desperately.

Jingyuan paused, his eyes flashed with an unprecedented light.

He suddenly turned around, as if he had forgotten that he could teleport and fly, and strided towards the way he came.

...

Leng Yumo stared at the back of the monk in a daze, and suddenly felt that a piece of his heart seemed to have been poached.

She touched her face, thinking she would feel a little tears.

But nothing?

Then he couldn't help but chuckle.

I complained in my heart: Leng Yumo, your mother now learns to hurt the spring and fall, and is pretentious!

How reluctant can a man who has been with her mother for three days? Who can I show this to you?

If she is a normal unmarried man, at least she will give up all her reserve and catch up with her.

But he is a little monk who is dedicated to Buddhism?

Do you still have to force the monk to return to secular life and make him give up his faith?

Leng Yumo raised her head and looked at the blue sky.

This time, I felt a hint of bitterness and soreness in my eyes.

The feeling of feeling hollow in my heart.

At this time, it would be great if the brothers were by my side.

Senior brother, second brother, third brother, fourth brother, junior sister... Xiaoqi.

It would be great if they were by their side...

"Sister Four! Senior Sister Four!! Is it really you?!"

Just as he was thinking about this, the young man's excited voice floated from the sky, from far to near, and in a flash, he had already arrived in front of Leng Yumo.

Leng Yumo opened her eyes suddenly, and her handsome face was embedded with dimples.

"Sister Four! Wow, it's really Senior Four, I finally found you."

Luoyu came down from the flying puppet, without even touching his feet, and he rushed over and hugged Leng Yumo.

Leng Yumo caught the person, and after a while, he heard his slightly hoarse voice: "Xiaoqi, why are you here?"

"Sister Fourth, why are you here again? By the way, this is the Soul-raising Pool. Are you here to visit Aunt Leng?"

Luo Yu knocked his head straight: "I'm so stupid, why didn't I expect to see you here?"

Listen to the boy's chirping sound, listen to his cheerful laughter, and feel his warm and sincere hug.

The sorrow and emptiness in my heart seemed to slowly fade away in an instant.

The smile on Leng Yumo's face slowly opened up, and she reached out and hugged Luoyu tightly.

yes!

What is there to be sad about her and what is there to be sad about her?
Chapter completed!