How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

   Chapter 503 The most unstoppable in the world, Zhu Yan speaks to the mirror and flowers to the tree (66)

   Ke Changqing, who was hot and dry, wanted to smell a strong cold fragrance faintly. He was not sure if it was coming from inside, but he could feel the aura of the demon pill disappear.

   Obviously he should hate this kind of thing very much, or disgust, it is physically disgusting.

   But that touch of snow was engraved in his heart and eyes.

  If Ke Changqing's brain is still relatively clear, he should be able to detect the disappearance of the demon pill's aura, but he is no longer in the mood to care about his demon pill.

   The back of the beauty who was being pressed by the man inexplicably overlapped with one of the indistinct backs. His heart trembled, his black eyes fixed on the beauty's back, and a conflicting emotion of anger and fear gradually rose in his chest.

He didn't know where this emotion came from. What's even more ridiculous was that Ke Changqing didn't see the man's face clearly at all, and his chest was filled with panic. There was a sharp pain.

   "Jingchen will conceive a child for me, okay?"

   The man's voice was gentle and authentic. He held the beauty's chin in one hand, turned her face to him, and then leaned over to kiss the two lips that were soaked with body fluids.

   His simple action made Ke Changqing fall into an ice cave.

  Ke Changqing stood stiffly, his black eyes staring at the monk's cold and familiar face, saying that he was familiar but feeling extraordinarily unfamiliar, and blood dripped from his fingers.

   However, these pains are far less than the pain in his heart that was scorched by fire.

  Ke Changqing held the position of his heart, took a step back quickly, and let out a heavy sigh, but the pain in his heart did not disappear because of this, but it continued to intensify.

  Ke Changqing was sure that he didn't know the person in the wing, and he didn't even know the person's name. This unfounded emotion caught him off guard and became restless.

   He hates such inexplicable feelings, and even more uncontrollable things.

   In order to avoid this emotion, Ke Changqing did not stay any longer, but chose to leave.

   He naively thought that as long as he stayed away from that person, it would be fine.

  ——

  Master Jingchen was kicked out of Yonghe Temple because he committed an unforgivable crime. No one knows the real reason.

   But many people in the temple saw Yue Ying struttingly holding Wen Xien out, and there were all kinds of rumors in the temple for a while.

   said that Jingchen couldn't stand the pain of the cliff, and went to the world with Yue Gongzi to enjoy happiness.

   He didn't believe it all his life. He knew that Senior Brother Jingchen was not such a person, but without evidence, he still couldn't do anything.

   "My whole life..." The abbot's voice was full of majesty, and the ruler ruthlessly hit the little monk's thin but solid shoulder, opened his eyes and said, "Can the teacher tell you the four precepts that you must do?"

   I have folded my hands all my life, and there is still the impetuousness between the eyebrows that has not subsided: "The disciple remembers."

Abbot    stood up and hit the little monk three more times on his straight back before saying: "Okay, you can't calm down, it's useless to sit, go out."

   "Master..." The little monk bowed to the abbot, but did not leave, but asked directly, "Excuse me, what mistake did Senior Brother Jingchen make to be driven away for no reason?"

Abbot    shook his head and sighed: "She doesn't belong here, all this is the fate of Jingchen, Young Master Yue is her fate, and everything has its own destiny."

   I noticed something weird in my life, and asked in a panic, "What does Master mean? My disciple doesn't understand. Does this have anything to do with driving away Senior Brother Jingchen?"

  The over-concern in his life made the abbot aware of the weirdness. He looked at Pingsheng coldly and said lightly, "This is not what you should care about in your life. Don't ask about it in your life."

   His eyes were all red and bloodshot, and he panicked and called out, "Master!"

   I've been staring at the abbot's face all my life, but I'm gradually reminiscing about it.

   "Master...I..." He was speechless as if his throat was stuck, but he unexpectedly understood the meaning of the abbot.

   He gritted his teeth and nodded his head. His head was so swollen, and the skin in his mouth was bitten by himself. He barely recovered, "I'm also, I'm worried about Senior Brother..."

"no more chance."

   He lowered his head and did not speak.

  ——

  Wen Xien stared palely at the hot and smoky broth in front of her. The stench of the steaming minced meat lingered on her nose and mouth, which only aroused the nausea in her stomach.

   Wen Xien frowned and covered his mouth, retching, and slammed the soup bowl over.

   Another salty smell stuck to the tip of her tongue every day, making her nauseous when she drank water, and she wished to open her stomach to clean it.

   This kind of meat makes me want to vomit when I see it.

  Yue Ying put down the soup bowl, stretched out his palm and touched Wen Xien's cheek, "If you don't eat or drink, who will you compete with?"

  Wen Xien's neck trembled, she should have avoided it by her natural temperament, or slapped away when she was in a hurry.

   But now that Wen Xien has seen Yue Ying's methods, she is inevitably a little shy. Although Yue Ying didn't hurt her life, there were ways to make her feel uncomfortable.

  Wen Xien had to resist the urge to dodge, his eyelashes lowered and he said, "How long do you want to trap me here?"

  Yue Ying's fingertips moved to Wen Xien's eyes, and carelessly teased her black eyelashes: "Why are you still asking?"

   "Am I not clear enough?"

   Wen Xien raised his eyes and looked at Yue Ying, his eyelashes brushed across Yue Ying's fingertips. Yue Ying abruptly withdrew his hand as if he was scalded, retracted into his sleeve, and rubbed his fingernails into the flesh of his fingers, as if he wanted to gouge out the numb itching.

   It's very strange. When he and Wen Xien were close together, he didn't feel any timidity, but some minor touches that were not **** made him hard to resist.

  Yue Ying grinned, without showing the slightest sign on his face, "If Jingchen is better, it will make me happy. If I am in a good mood, I will take Jingchen out for a walk. After all, it is not good to be suffocated."

   Wen Xien knew that Yue Ying would not let go, but fortunately turned his head away and did not look at him.

   Yue Ying didn't have much reaction this time, so what if Wen Xien didn't want to?

   "Then just stay here. Don't say things that make me angry."

   there is a typo calling me

   (end of this chapter)