Chapter 405: Buddha's Fate (12)

Fanxiu glanced sideways at Fu Yue, doubts flashed in his clean and holy eyes, which were extremely light, and his eyelashes pulled out a slender arc, outlining the light moonlight.

He has lived for an unknown number of years, but he can't see what the true nature of this evildoer is. He only knows that she should be underage, and her bloodline is already so powerful before she awakens...

This made Fanxiu fall into deep thought.

Fu Yue suddenly stopped moving.

She lay down carelessly on a rock, not paying attention to the dust on it, her whole body seemed boneless, refusing to move.

Fanxiu looked over indifferently: "?"

Fu Yue said straightforwardly: "You sealed my spiritual power, I can't walk anymore, I need to rest."

The road is really rough and difficult to walk, there are vines entwined on the ancient trees everywhere, if you are not careful, you will trip over it. At this time, the night is dark and you can't see clearly, Fu Yue almost sprained his ankle.

She has a bad temper.

Seeing that this monk is her family's Xiao Tiantian, she just endured it. If it had been someone else, Fu Yue would have died with him long ago.

Fanxiu didn't object either.

He turned his head and looked around, finally picked a cleaner place, sat cross-legged and chanted.

Fanxiu raised one hand up to his chest, and held a string of simple Buddhist beads in the other hand. The color of the beads was very black, and it became whiter against the part of his fingers.

His thin lips opened and closed, spitting out obscure scriptures.

Fu Yue: "..."

was ignored.

The girl's beautiful peach blossom eyes were lifted up, and there was a bit of evil flashing in them, it seemed that she was planning some bad idea.

She stood up stealthily, then moved towards Fanxiu's direction, seeing him getting closer.

Fu Yue casually picked a grass and held it in his hands.

A tender green grass tip was pinched tremblingly by a white and tender hand, and then it slowly approached the monk in snow clothes, and it was about to poke the man's tall nose bridge.

Fanxiu opened his eyes.

The eyes looking at Fu Yue were very cold, the kind of indifference without emotion, and he was not angry, as if he was looking at some naughty kitten or dog, and lightly reprimanded: "Nonsense."

Fu Yue's hands froze in place.

She also pinched the grass in the palm of her hand and did not move forward.

Not angry?

Fu Yue was a little puzzled.

Fan Xiu ignored her, closed his eyes, and recited scriptures by himself.

I felt my clothes being ripped.

The monk in snow clothes opened his eyes, looked at Fu Yue's claws pinching a corner of his clothes, frowned almost invisibly, then looked at the monster in red in front of him tilting his head, showing him a sweet smile Laughing, "Holy Monk, I want to change clothes."

Fanxiu: "..."

He was stunned for a moment, then pulled the corner of his clothes out of the young girl's hand, and said indifferently, "Tell me what to do with this, just go and change it yourself."

Fu Yue: "I don't have any other clothes."

Fan Xiu frowned: "So?"

Fu Yue said as it should: "Since you want to take me away, holy monk, then everything about me is naturally under your control."

As she said that, she glanced at her tattered red dress with distaste, "Holy Monk, you don't want to see a ragged girl following you, do you? Others will think that you have done something wrong to me." things."

This kind of outspoken words were spoken by Fu Yue casually, she was not at all embarrassed, and stared straight at Fanxiu with her beautiful eyes.

The snow-clothed monk's stunning eyebrows twitched.

A person who is not good at words.

There was nothing he could do when he encountered such a rambunctious monster.