Chen Wanqing was unable to control Xie Wuyan in the end.

He stood up with difficulty, his whole body was surprisingly hot, and he could break his meridians at any time and explode and die.

However, he smiled softly, just like when Chen Wanqing saw him in the Demon-Fen Demon Cave, his eyes were red. Apart from being rampant, he could only see murderous intent that had become numb.

Xie Wuyan tear open the vines around him, as if he couldn't feel the pain, and he didn't care that his body had been cut by the sharp thorns that could see the bones.

It took Chen Wanqing most of the effort to suppress Xie Wuyan. She knelt among the vines and looked up at his back.

"The only thing that supports him to survive is the desire to fight that is engraved in his bones. As long as he is alive, he will continue to kill people until his wounds cannot heal, his body completely rots, and he dies of exhaustion."

"Why didn't he want to leave? He had to live in this world and become a person or ghost."

"Maybe I should ask you-"

Xia Qing's voice gradually approached. She appeared behind Shen Wanqing like a demon. She breathed like a snake, licking her neck: "Why don't you want him to leave?"

Chen Wanqing looked at Xie Wuyan not far away.

She didn't realize how painful Xie Wuyan was now.

His body temperature was no longer cold, and his strong desire forced every part of his body to become a weapon, and even the blood flowing under his skin became hot.

It's like a weapon that has no consciousness and transforms into human form.

"Agree, it's actually nothing wrong with being selfish."

The vines grew silently, bound Chen Wanqing's waist inch by inch, as if they wanted to wrap her whole body into an airtight silkworm pupa.

Xia Qing: "You can stay here with me. With him, Chi Tongguan will become a dead city, and no one in the world will disturb you again."

The sound of wind around gradually weakened, and the vines pulled her body and approached Xiao Qing little by little.

It seemed that you could vaguely hear the wind and music and Ji Feichen's voice from far to near, but because of the vines, all the sounds became unreal.

"Come here." Xia Qing's voice was very low, and it rang in Shen Wanqing's ears with great clarity, "We are the same people, no one knows you better than me."

Is that true?

The flames gathered into the form of a sword in an instant, and emerged from Chen Wanqing's hand. Almost in the blink of an eye, she turned over, and then the two of them were extremely close to each other, quickly stabbing the sword into Xia Qing's body accurately.

She looked up at Xia Qing's face and sighed helplessly: "I said it, no one knows the charm better than me."

Xia Qing is indeed very smart and has been using her weak points to stimulate her to relax her nerves and find a breakthrough.

"And." Chen Wanqing added, "I am different from you, what you say doesn't count."

As she said that, she took advantage of Xia Qingcheng's attack and was unable to move, and quickly reached into the chest of the monk who was bound by the vines.

Xia Qing's pupils tightened in an instant, and she let out a nearly heart-wrenching scream. Then she forcibly broke free from the sword in an instant and reached into the direction of the monk.

But Chen Wanqing had already grasped Xia Qing's heart in the monk's body.

Hot.

Beating inside the body.

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"master."

"master."

"Tell me about the Buddhist scriptures, Master."

Xia Qing sat on the stone steps in front of the temple, holding her cheeks, and smiling at the monk sweeping the floor. Her white skirt was dragged onto the ground, stained with a little gray.

That was not a beautiful encounter.

When Xia Qing was young, her parents provoked people from the world, and the whole family was killed. The owner of Yueying Building saw that she was beautiful, so he took the person out of the pile of dead people.

She has been a living by killing people since she was a child, and she practiced a charming technique. After being soft and fragrant, she was covered with blood. As long as she paid a price, she could kill anyone and dared to kill anyone.

The poster raised her and gave her a wealth of food and food. He was very nice to her.

But people are kind to you and want to get something from you.

Xia Qing has always known it.

When she had work, she pushed her out, and when she didn't, she kept her around as a pet. Xia Qing had everything, but nothing.

Over time, many things become less concerned.

If there are too many people killed, I will be secretly hurt every night, which is too pretentious.

She was a villain from beginning to end, and she chose it herself, and no one forced her.

Xia Qing can predict many things.

For example, Yueying Building has provoked an enemy, and the poster recommended her to go out to block the knife. Without the person to protect her, even if Xia Qing is a knife that is easy to use, it will eventually break.

She was ruined by the body, but she finally found a chance to escape.

Then he saved it.

A monk is not a monk who is enlightened. He is very young and has a Dharma name Qingyuan.

The temple is very small, and the surrounding villages are very poor and there is no money for incense. But every time someone fled to famine comes here to beg for food, Qingyuan will always spend most of the food.

People who only care about life do not know how to be grateful.

After a long time, poor people lie in front of the temple every now and then, and they are unwilling to find work. If they can, they will be able to do it.

Xia Qing always held her chin and watched Master Qingyuan go out with his rice pocket. He knew what those people were thinking, but he still gently divided most of the rice.

She thought to herself: Idiot.

But after thinking about it, even if you are not an idiot, you won’t save yourself.

She was covered in blood, and even though she was lying on the avenue, no one dared to care about this nostalgic business.

But the temple is really too poor.

With such a burden as her, she still has to take care of the poor people nearby. The porridge in the monk's bowl is getting thinner, but every time she will drain the water first and take out most of the rice to give it to her.

Xia Qing doesn't like to be kind to others for free.

But she can do nothing except kill people.

But she is very beautiful, and many shops are willing to spend a lot of money to invite her to work, and just standing there, they will attract customers.

Xia Qing is not a person who cares about face. When she occasionally encounters some lustful people taking the opportunity to take advantage of the situation, she will laugh and make fun of her. After a while, the business in the store has been much better.

Until one day a big man came, he became more and more flawed.

Xia Qing offended someone, but her injuries were not healed. She was stopped by the guards under the man and humiliated him.

It happened to rain heavily that day.

The store owner dared not keep her anymore.

She looked at the rain quietly for a while, and suddenly saw Qingyuan.

He stood not far away with an umbrella, saying that he was worried that the donor would not be able to go back on the rainy day.

Xia Qing suddenly realized that there will always be people who will be nice to others without reason.

She said directly who she liked.

She did whatever she wanted to do.

She was not a kind and polite person at first. Qingyuan asked her to turn around, but she refused to turn around.

But many things have no results.

No matter how enthusiastic the fire was, Qingyuan always stood quietly on the other side of the fire and quietly called her: "Don't knowingly wrong."

Not long after, the village was famine and most of the people died.

Qingyuan wants to save people.

He held the Zen Staff, took out all the food in the temple, and knocked on the door from door to door.

But those are just moths to the flames.

The food in the temple is empty.

The people in the village have no choice but to change their children and eat.

Qingyuan went there again.

When she came back, she was covered in blood. Xia Qing took off his cassock. Even though she had seen countless blood, she couldn't help but feel shocking.

In order to save the children, he cut off his flesh and blood.

Xia Qing called him an idiot.

He said how can we not save the people?

Yes.

The people who traveled to Qingyuan were the people, and she was never alone.

Xia Qing started to kill people again. She did not go back to the temple, but she would put a bag of silver in front of the temple every once in a while.

Until one night, she put down her bag and was about to leave, but the temple gate opened.

Xia Qing put down her hat and turned around to leave.

Qingyuan called her, saying that the wind and dew outside were heavy and the road ahead was difficult, so should we come in and have a cup of tea?

A cup of hot tea.

Qingyuan advised her to turn back.
To be continued...