How could he look like a monk like that? Instead, he looked like a desperate and crazy outlaw.

Leng Yumo looked at such a young monk and felt a lot of heartache.

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

Xiaoyao Gate is her home and the most important guardian in her life.

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

The same is true for the little monk?

Leng Yumo smiled, her smile bitter and sad.

Before today, when she was looking for the little monk, she thought of all kinds of words.

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

It was the dirty and shameless Dafeng Temple who was so shameless that he created a despicable [Red Dust Killing].

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

Just like she would not give up on Xiaoyao Sect.

The little monk could not completely give up on Dafoe Temple.

Even if the uncle of the little master is a demon that destroys the world and is an evil thing that everyone can kill, she will stand firmly on the little master's side, protect and support him.

The same is true for the little monk.

This is their choice and their destiny.

Leng Yumo closed her eyes, and tears fell from her eyes.

"Little monk, Jingyuan, I don't regret being able to meet you."

She said in a hoarse voice.

His eyes slowly opened, and his washed eyes were clear and determined, without any hesitation: "But today, or any day and night in the future, if you want to kill my uncle and any person in my Xiaoyao Sect, step over my Leng Yumo's body!"

Jingyuan's hand shook, and the scimitar could no longer hold it, and it fell to the ground and dissipated in the air.

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

Tears slid from his eyes.

The monks of the Great Compassion Temple in the realm of the Immortal Lord were now like lost children, sad, aggrieved and desperate.

Leng Yumo felt ache in her heart and tears also fell.

Luo Yunxiao said lightly: "If you really like him, it's okay to tie him back to Xiaoyao Sect. Anyway, you're going to marry into a marriage."

Mu Yan: “…”

Leng Yumo: "..."

Uncle Master! Where did you learn the robbery behavior?

It's natural that he even said so righteously!

Let us return the bright and bright uncle who was as gentle as jade as we were!

Wait, this seems familiar.

Mu Yan touched his nose and remembered the conversation he had with Qihuang when he was in the Jiyu.

So, is it true that there is a master and 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 was poisoned, "Do you want to betray the Great Compassion Temple?"

While speaking, Ci'en came to Shanhui.

Feed a pill in his hand into Shanhui's mouth.

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

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

Ci'en said warmly: "This is the only one [Nine Transformation Desert Pill in the World]. It can restore all your injuries, and your cultivation will be increased several times in a short period of time."

Shanhui was surprised and happy, folded her hands together and bowed deeply to Ci'en, "Thank you for helping you, Master!"

After thanking Ci'en, he immediately stared at Jingyuan.

There was a deep resentment and disgust in his eyes, "Did you forget how Master and Wuche died? What are you still standing there?"
Chapter completed!