The red flame turned into a lotus, and the figure of the woman in red merged with the long sword.

Leng Yumo's eyes were full of determination.

Since there is no way to retreat, let's fight to the death.

Even if there were no bones left, at least she never flinched.

The dragon slowly appeared, covering the sky and the sun, and looked at the humble humans who dared to resist, showing a mocking expression.

The huge claws stretched out and could grab the frail body in just a moment and crush it into a pulp.

He likes to hear the screams of prey in his paws and mouth.

However, just when the dragon's claws were about to stretch out, his body suddenly froze.

The huge eyeballs turned stiffly.

Finally landed in front of Leng Yumo.

There, at some point, a young monk wearing a golden-red cassock appeared.

A pair of eyes as dark as ink and bottomless were looking at it quietly.

The golden bowl in his hand gave off a faint light.

Jiaolong's body instinctively trembled.

It has a fear from the depths of its soul towards that golden bowl.

"Amitabha." The young monk chanted softly.

A little cinnabar quietly appears between the eyebrows.

That originally childish, pure, and holy face was inexplicably filled with an evil aura that made people tremble.

The deep Buddhist sound flows from the open and closed lips.

A ray of red light shot out from the golden bowl and pierced the dragon's eyebrows.

The shrill screams echoed through the sky.

The sea water below rolled violently, causing violent waves.

The giant beasts under the sea were trying their best to avoid the depths one by one, remaining silent and trembling.

Finally, the body of the screaming dragon disappeared, but there was a small silver-blue snake in the little monk's golden bowl.

But in just a moment, he disappeared into the golden bowl.

The young monk slowly turned around, looked at the pale girl with blood on the corner of her mouth, and lowered her head slightly: "Amitabha, Donor Leng, are you okay..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the person opposite him swaying slightly.

He fell directly into the sea.

"Yu Mo!" The little monk's face changed drastically. Without thinking, he rushed over and hugged the person into his arms.

"Are you seriously injured?"

Jingyuan didn't notice that his voice was so panicked and trembling.

However, as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he realized something was wrong.

The girl in his arms looked at him with a half-smile.

Although he was indeed injured, he was not even unable to fly in the air.

"Little monk, when did you start following me secretly?"

Jingyuan's face instantly turned red.

After a long while, he stammered: "Xiao Monk, I...I'm not..."

Halfway through the conversation, I realized that he was still holding Leng Yumo.

Their bodies were so close.

So close that he could clearly feel her temperature.

There is also the feeling of the fingertips hugging the person tightly, which cannot be ignored even through clothes.

Jingyuan panicked and tried to let go: "Little...little monk is abrupt..."

Unexpectedly, Leng Yumo grabbed his collar and said weakly: "Now that my spiritual power is exhausted, do you want to throw me into the sea if you just let me go?"

Jingyuan's hand that was about to loosen suddenly tightened.

This time, however... it was too tight.

It's so tight that it seems like you want to rub the person directly into your own bones and blood.

Leng Yumo couldn't help but groan.

Jingyuan's own face, which was already red, almost burned.
Chapter completed!