At least now it seems that the mysterious monk's attitude towards Zhen Shan was not like an insignificant toy, but really took her to heart.

But who knows?

Those game bosses have all kinds of temperaments, and no one knows whether Wuchen is just acting.

The nerd young man didn't understand the meaning of the two, nor did he dare to ask, and just said, "For the next time tonight, we should be safe as long as we stay here until sunrise."

Lin Feng nodded.

The nerdy young man breathed a sigh of relief.

Without the threat of monsters, they had the heart to observe the courtyard and found that there were many exquisitely carved tanks placed in the courtyard, full of lotus flowers, and the flowers were blooming in the right place, with each other.

...

When Zhen Shan left Bodhi Temple, she did not see the monsters. Because of the sachets given by Wu Chen, she did not smell the stench. She didn't know whether the monster had hidden or retreated.

Zhen Shan didn't care so much, and just followed the nerd young man's prompt and walked towards the cemetery.

Wu Chen was quietly by her side, silently without saying a word, and her breath seemed to be there or not. If it were someone else, without intention, he would probably gradually forget that there was someone around her.

But Zhen Shan couldn't do it. The more gentle and considerate Wuchen was, the more complicated her mood would be.

Alas, it’s hard to be a scumbag!

The Empress can only temporarily put all her thoughts on the game level, but "acquire the Buddha's heart", the Buddha's heart... the Buddha's heart?

Yu Guang glanced at the little monk next to him, Zhen Shan: "..."

What is the breakthrough of the pass, is the dog system brain wafted?

Zhen Shan asked weakly: "Queer, is the crystal heart of Wuchen completely dyed red, right?"

"Yes, Empress."

"What about now? What is the palace going to do?"

Could it be a guide again?

The Empress completely refused, and Besides, it seems that there is no need to make a guide!

Queer honestly replied: "Qeer doesn't know, Empress."

Zhen Shan: "…"

What's the point of being this stupid guy?

The Empress glanced at the Shenshu scroll with exhaustion and found that it had been rolling and unfolding since she recovered her memory. Even when Wuchen appeared, it did not move at all, as if it had been watt.

Que'er turned around the God-Scroll, grabbed her braids, and wrinkled her face and said distressedly: "Empress, Que'er didn't feel anything strange about it, and it didn't give Que'er any other tips."

Zhen Shan asked in a deep voice: "It may be broken."

Quer'er was horrified: "No, no!"

The Empress was very serious, "Queer, this is a God's scroll. Is there any warranty in the True God Realm?"

Que'er cried with a sad face, "No, Empress."

Zhen Shan disliked it, "The product after-sales service is not up to standard."

Que'er cried, "Empress, this is a magic scroll, not an electrical appliance."

Zhen Shan nodded, "Well, it may not be as good as electrical appliances. At least they usually have replacement and warranty services."

Queer: "Yeah..."

Zhen Shan felt much more relieved, and indeed happiness was based on the pain of others.

Besides, although it was her own fault, if Shiqueer hadn't told her at the beginning what was the help of the true god's reincarnation and tragedy, she wouldn't have taken it for granted to tease the little monk who was devoted to Buddhism, and now she would have wanted to roll up and pretend to be dead.

"careful."

Wuchen grabbed her hand, the cold and clean sound of a clear spring was filled with worry and nervousness.

Zhen Shan became steady, and then he realized that he almost made a fool of himself and hit the tree in front of him.

The Concubine: "..."

If you really want to hit it, it’s one thing to do if it hurts, and it’s absolutely embarrassing!

She pursed her lips, and a hint of blush appeared on her snow-white and beautiful face, and she was stupid.

Wuchen didn't think there was any joke or not, he just worried that she would have any discomfort.

"Donor, are you too tired?"

Yes, she was shocked all night before. How could she stand it?

Even though Wuchen knew that Zhen Shan was no longer the little pitiful person who was plagued by his family and abandoned him in Xiangguo Temple at this time, he still felt that his mind was weak and pitiful, and his body was thin and fragile, as if he was broken when touched.

It is impossible for Zhen Shan to be tired. Although she sealed most of her strength, her body is her own body of ghosts and gods. It is not as fragile as those in the middle of the night. Even if she keeps sleeping, it will not have any impact on her.

However, she nodded slightly, "Well, I was nervous all night and I was a little dazed."

The Empress is willing to pretend to be weak and not admit that she is stupid!

She just kicked the monster away and was sarcastic at the same time, and she didn't see any tension at all.

But Master Wuchen believed that his shallow and indifferent eyes were worried, and his white and transparent fingers quickly put on her pulse, worried that her body would be in trouble.

Zhen Shan: "…"

It's a terrible thing, it's going to be a crash on the spot!

Even nowadays, even weak people can’t just mess around!

The demon concubine was undespaired and prepared to face the little monk's doubts awkwardly at any time.

But Wu Chen would never question her anymore. Instead, he found that she was fine. His eyes were melting like ice and snow, and a faint smile appeared on the corners of his thin lips, "The donor's body is fine, but he is tired. I help the donor sit down and rest for a while."

Zhen Shan looked at him blankly, his mood fluctuated, and he responded softly.

Wuchen realized that he had been holding her arm, and the softness and warmth of her body passed through the clothes to his palms, making his condensed blood boil and his ears red.

A hint of nervousness rose on his face. He wanted to retract his hand, but he was afraid that she would fall down when she was tired, so he refused to let go. His body was tense again.

Seeing him as stupid as if he was a piece of wood, Zhen Shan burst into laughter and couldn't help teasing him: "Don't the master want to help me rest? Why are you just holding my hand? Could it be that I'm so heavy that the master can't help me?"

"No, no, donor, no, no, no heavy."

How could she be so thin?

I don’t know if she hasn’t taken good care of herself, and she is so thin that she runs away when the wind blows.
Chapter completed!