The door was kicked open from the outside.

Ying Qian turned his head and saw Du Yan's expressionless face.

How could she admit that she was wrong about the smell of sandalwood?

Sure enough he came.

Even if you know it, you will be involved.

It's definitely hard to give up.

But there was still no way, just leave Yingqian alone.

Du Yan sighed.

He walked into the door and said:

"Let her go."

Although he used a calm tone that remained unchanged for thousands of years.

But the coldness in his eyes could not be hidden.

Even to the short old man.

It's also because of Yingqian.

"Monk?"

The short old man was stunned, pulled Yingqian behind him, and cursed:

"What are you doing, monk, in a brothel? I want to have a bridal chamber with my beauty, what does it have to do with you? Get out of here!"

"Little master."

Yingqian chuckled lightly.

She stood behind the short old man, with her arms folded across her chest, showing no intention of going to Du Yan's side.

"You should know that this is not an illusion. If I leave with you, there will be no room for maneuver between you and me."

"Yingqian!"

Du Yan rarely emphasized his tone.

A trace of anger appeared on his face.

He said coldly:

"Why do you have to do this to yourself?!"

Of course he doesn't know.

Yingqian's obsession is neither love nor has anything to do with so-called status.

All she wants is a guide.

But this young monk is a very stoic master.

If you don't force me harder.

All the remaining thoughts due to the illusion will be completely wiped out with the passage of time.

"Choose."

Yingqian raised her eyebrows and said with a smile:

"Take me away, or... leave alone, continue to practice your Dharma, and don't care what I do."

She and Du Yan looked at each other.

The black eyes were smiling, but they were extremely determined.

Du Yan closed his eyes.

Recite the Buddha's name from your mouth.

But under Yingqian's gaze, he slowly turned around.

In the end, he chose to continue practicing and promoting Buddhism.

Yingqian is just a rough stone on the road before crossing Yan.

"It seems that your monk has a good relationship and doesn't want you anymore!"

The short old man sneered.

He turned his head, licked his lips towards Yingqian, and said with a smile:

"He doesn't want you, but I want you! Spring is short, let's hurry up..."

He was halfway through speaking.

Suddenly there was no sound.

Ying Qian raised his head and met Du Yan's gloomy eyes.

He said:

"Follow me."

Yingqian was stunned.

She didn't even react yet.

He was hugged by Du Yan.

The window was broken by a kick.

At a height of three stories, Ying Qian, who was held in Du Yan's arms, was not even shaken at all.

Hua Niang's yelling and cursing could be heard faintly from behind, and the turtle masters also hurried out.

There are also curse words roared by foxes.

But Yingqian didn't care.

She hugged Du Yan's neck, pressed against his chest, listened to the powerful heartbeat, and sighed:
Chapter completed!