Chapter 452 The most important thing is that the world cannot be kept, the red face is the mirror and the flowers are the trees (8)

"Ying'er!"

The leader of the Yue Alliance shouted coldly, with anger in his eyes, and was extremely helpless about his son's personality.

Fortunately, Wen Xien didn't care. She turned the Buddhist beads in her hand and said slowly, "It may take some time. I don't know how long it will take."

This marble bead must be nurtured to mature and turn into a light blue color. Moreover, Yue Ying's mortal body cannot absorb the spiritual power of the marble bead at all. It must be progressive step by step. If you are not careful, you will explode and die.

Yue Ying felt very dissatisfied with the result of no time limit. He had already had enough of such blindness as if he was like a waste.

Wen Xien glanced at Mr. Yue with an unwilling expression, "Mr. Yue still has the resentment left by his evil soul. At night, I will be by Your Majesty by Your Majesty to dispel your resentment."

The monk's voice is very nice, clear and cold, making people feel comfortable to listen to, and has a peaceful and peaceful artistic conception.

But Yue Ying felt irritable in his ears. He was only concerned about his eyes, and he didn't say anything about it, and directly issued an order to expel guests.

"I'm sleepy."

The leader of the Yue Alliance looked at the monk with an apology, and paused his fingers with the Buddhist beads. Wen Xien closed his eyes and lowered his head, turning around and leaving.

Watching the monk's slender figure disappear, Yue Meng said in a tone of regret, "Look at what you look like now. If there was no Master Jingchen, would you think you could still lie here and talk to me?"

Yue Ying leaned lazily on the bed, and the light only illuminated half of his face, a little sinister and horrifying.

His voice was silent, "If you were blind, what's the point of living? You're still clean if you die."

"you!"

The leader of the Alliance Yue pointed at his proudest son in disappointment and anger, and his fingers trembled in the air for a long time, but he couldn't bear to scold him.

Yue Ying was now irritable, so he lay down and covered his head with a quilt. The sound came from the quilt, feeling dull.

"I'm sleepy."

The leader of Alliance Yue put down his hand and stood there for a long time before leaving.

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The candlelight sways, and the hall is as bright as day.

The rich and calming incense rose only from the exquisite incense burner.

The girl read the text slowly with her gentle voice.

The boy with white gauze was lying lazily on the soft couch, his neck leaned back slightly, and his sharp jaw line drew an extremely perfect and sexy curve.

The door was knocked twice in a regular manner, and it was particularly loud in the hall where only the sound of reading was only sound.

The maid dared not speak because Yue Ying did not speak, so she could only continue reading with a tough bullet.

The door was gently pushed open, and the monk in the white cassock walked in. His overly delicate face even the maid blushed when she looked at him, and she couldn't help but look at him.

"Who will let you stop?"

Yue Ying's voice could not hear the joy and anger, but it made the maid's heart shock and she continued to read it in panic, but she was too nervous, intermittently and misread several words.

Reading is getting worse and worse, and it is getting messy.

"Enough!"

The boy drank coldly and smashed the book next to him towards the maid's position. He could tell the direction of the person by listening to the sound. When the maid closed her eyes in panic, she was about to face the pain, and suddenly smelled a cold fragrance.

Without the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, Yue Ying knew that he had been caught by the book, and his expression became even more ugly.

"You go out first."

A cold voice came, and the seductive Leng Xiang left. The maid opened her eyes in a daze and looked at the monk in a daze.

Bang-

It was the sound of the teacup falling to pieces. The maid suddenly woke up, packed up the fragments on the ground and retreated.

Neither of them made a sound. After about ten minutes of silence, Yue Ying got up and went to the bed. He seemed to be in line with the structure and understanding of the room, and did not encounter anything while walking.

Wen Xien sat next to the bed, turned Buddhist beads in his hand, and closed his eyes.

One is a bad-tempered young master, and the other is a monk who doesn't like to speak. The two of them are in the same space, and there is almost no topic, except silence, but silence.

The wide open windows were blew by the strong wind, and the interior curtains flew up and down, and the clothes hanging on the shelves blew all over the floor.

The raindrops hit the roof "crackling" and the window frame was so rapid that it made people's heartbeat and frenzy. Yue Ying was lying on the bed, wearing only a thin long gown. He frowned and couldn't get out of the nightmare, and a fine cold sweat oozed out of his forehead.

The rain was so that the world was about to be submerged. The dark night was wrapped in rain and fog. Only a few pale lightning and thunder tear the night sky into cracks.

The Buddhist beads on his hand were shining with a slight light, and Wen Xien's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Yue Ying seemed to be entangled by some evil nightmare, and she was talking in her sleep, her voice was too light, and Wen Xien didn't hear it very clearly.

"Save me...Save me..."

Wen Xien heard only two words after intermittent words. She hesitated for a moment and walked over.

The snow-white fingertips gently tapped Yue Ying's wrist, and a warm feeling came. Yue Ying's brows slowly relaxed and her breathing became stable.

Just when Wen Xien wanted to withdraw his hand, he was firmly grasped by another big hand with darker skin, as if he was catching some life-saving straw, tightly without leaving a gap.

Wen Xien twitched for a moment, and Yue Ying frowned and grabbed her even tighter.

Unwilling to wake Yue Ying up, Wen Xien did not struggle and allowed him to catch him.

The sky gradually became brighter, and the light green sky was covered with a layer of pink, and countless golden lights were hidden under the pink.

Yue Ying woke up slowly, and he couldn't help but sigh comfortably. He had never slept so well. Every time he was in the middle of the night, he would wake up from the door in the wrong way, and then he couldn't sleep all night and stayed up until dawn.

It was today that he slept until dawn, and his spirits were even more energetic than before. Just as he was about to sleep for a while, his fingertips moved, and the palms were soft and cool, which was very easy to touch, which made him unable to help pinching them.

So soft...

"Young Master Yue, can you let go first?"

The sudden sound scared Yue Ying and he quickly withdrew it as if he was burned.

"You, you, why are you here!"

Yue Ying suddenly woke up, with an inexplicable expression of horror. She hugged the quilt tightly, like a defiled yellow-flowered girl.

Wen Xien was silent in a rare manner. She didn't speak, and the atmosphere became inexplicably awkward.

Yue Ying, who had reacted, might also know that she was too excited. She was a teenager. When she thought of holding this monk and sleeping all night, she felt guilty and embarrassed.

There was still a soft touch on his hands, and Yue Ying pinched his fingers, as if he wanted to grab the temperature that was about to lose.

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