Chapter 362 Loss of composure
Ye Xiaoman and Jiaying met each other's eyes, and she keenly noticed that something was different about Jiaying.
His gaze was so restrained, as if he was looking at an unrelated stranger.
It really is like the Holy Son looking down upon all living beings from a high position.
She was sure that Jiaying was serious about breaking up with her this time.
She didn't care. If she got one, she would still have one, two, three, four, or five more.
I just regret not recording the scene of Jiaying crying and calling his wife when he was emotional. At least I could use it as a handle to ask him for the remaining marrow cleansing grass as hush money.
Jiaying looked a little confused and stared at Ye Xiaoman without blinking.
The first time he saw her, he was shocked!
His heartbeat was as deafening as the first spring thunder awakening the frozen earth.
His heart suddenly came alive, beating painfully in his chest.
The cells throughout the body, which seemed to be broken and dying, were injected with fresh essence and regained vitality.
The only thing lagging behind was his mind. His mind was blank, and he was at a loss as to the instinctive reactions of his heart, organs, and emotions.
Reason and instinct collided violently, and the conflict caused confusion in his thinking, and he was unable to recover for a long time.
He looked at her through the golden light of the golden shield. The girl seemed to be covered with a layer of gold. She covered her face, and her exposed eyebrows and eyes were completely unfamiliar, but he inexplicably felt that she was very familiar.
Her eyes were so familiar that they seemed like a dream from a previous life.
It seems that two people who once loved each other very much were teased by fate and separated for decades. When they were old and gray, they met on the Broken Bridge, but in their vague memories, they could no longer recognize their former lover.
Jiaying was in a state of anxiety. The golden body of Ksitigarbha behind him dissipated, and the golden light shield shattered into gold powder and disappeared.
His expression, which had remained calm throughout the battle, fluctuated for the first time.
The dazed expression as he looked up at Ye Xiaoman was captured by the water mirror and displayed clearly in front of everyone.
The Buddhist lost his composure.
"Hmm?" The Ghost King, who had been watching from the sidelines, opened his eyes wide with excitement. There was hope.
The nine ghost generals who stood in various corners of the formation to maintain the formation, the 100,000 ghost generals under them, and all the onlookers in the ghost domain, stretched their necks in surprise, eager to analyze the images on the water mirror frame by frame.
"Is that it?"
The crowd was in an uproar.
All the ghosts recalled carefully, and only remembered that Ye Xiaoman twisted a few strange movements in front of Jiaying and walked around Jiaying. Without doing anything, Jiaying fell for her.
They racked their brains but couldn't figure out how she did it.
Compared to the groups of ghost girls just now, whose waists were almost twisted into knots, Jiaying didn't even look at them.
There must be some reason behind Ye Xiaoman's success.
The ghosts analyzed the miracle girl on the water mirror with sharp eyes.
But Ye Xiaoman was dressed like a thief, with a black cloth wrapped around her hair, mouth and nose. I imagined her smiling obscenely the next second, taking out a knife and saying to Jiaying, "Hey, Master, I'm here to rob you."
She was wearing the dull and boring uniform of the lowest-level ghost soldier, made of gray cloth, with a large and tasteless word "勇" written on her chest. Only her exposed eyes could barely be classified as a beauty.
We can't see what she looks like because her face is covered. Could it be that this adds to the beauty of viewing flowers in the fog?
Buddhists like to use witty words when speaking, such as flowers are not flowers and fog is not fog, mountains are not mountains and water is still water. Could it be that the sense of challenge in understanding the unknown can attract the Son of God to look at him again and again, and fall in love with him at the third sight?
The Son of God's taste is indeed unique.
Ye Xiaoman scratched her head, not knowing what was going on.
She greeted Jiaying first, but Jiaying gave her a cold expression and didn't even say a word to her. His only reaction was to quietly put away the golden light shield.
But Jiaying didn't seem to want to invite her to sit on the lotus throne and chat.
It's so embarrassing.
She stared at Jiaying silently for a while, unable to guess what he meant.
She was bored standing there, so she pretended to be hurt by Jiaying's Buddha light, with a distorted expression, covering her heart and taking several steps back - retreating towards the edge of the dark cell with a clear purpose, and then "accidentally" slipped and fell, leaving the big stage that everyone was paying attention to.
That’s all for today’s class, goodbye!
Her heel stepped on empty air as she had planned, but she did not fall. An invisible spiritual force held her waist up and sucked her towards Jiaying.
As soon as she stood in front of Jiaying, Jiaying grabbed her arm, intending to help her stand firm, but he still looked up and looked at him stubbornly.
"Attack now!"
The Ghost King seized Jiaying's precious flaw.
The opportunity was fleeting, he changed from the blood shackle form back to his original form and jumped back into the bone ship.
He and Jiaying had a fight where his hair was disheveled and his tall paper hat was nowhere to be found. His disheveled appearance could not hide the excitement on his face. He waved his arms and gave orders at the top of his lungs.
The ghost generals worked together, exerting all their strength to push the magic circle to its limit, "Hah!"
The red light gathered above Jiaying's head, condensing into a mountain of blood, exerting all its weight to press Jiaying down.
The Falian throne beneath Jiaying was cracking inch by inch.
He frowned, "Protect."
A new defensive formation was formed to trap him and Ye Xiaoman.
The roof of the black prison turned into a huge whirlpool. Ye Xiaoman saw the reef under her feet disappear. Before she could even utter the word "fuck", she and Jiaying fell into the whirlpool.
"Ah!" All the ghosts watching the Water Mirror live broadcast cried out in surprise. They saw the Holy Son and the woman being swallowed by the ghost prison and disappearing in an instant.
The Ghost King and the Ghost Generals cast spells quickly.
Countless shackles, blood curses, and resentful forces turned into white ghost money and scattered, sticking to the four walls of the ghost prison. The red light of the Buddha-destroying formation wrapped around it, just like countless blood vessels wrapped around the ghost prison, forming a beating heart. Even if the Golden Immortal came, he could not escape.
Boom.
The ghost prison swallowed up the Buddhist disciple and sank into the sea of blood like a sated ghost beast.
The boiling sea of blood gradually calmed down, as if Jiaying and Ye Xiaoman had never appeared. In the water mirror, only the Ghost King's triumphant grin remained.
Jiaying's defensive formation shattered, and Ye Xiaoman fell in the darkness.
Without time to reflect on whether she had caused Jiaying any serious trouble, she was so panicked that she danced around, trying to grab something to stabilize her descent.
She first grabbed a piece of robe. The owner of the robe subconsciously wanted to hug her back, but seemed to be concerned about the difference between monks and ordinary people, so he retracted his fingers. At the moment of hesitation, the robe was torn, and she quickly distanced herself from the man.
Then she landed on a piece of soft plush.
She lay cross-legged on the soft fur, and could hear her heartbeat through the warm fur.
It seemed as if a huge monster was carrying her on its back, running and moving in the endless darkness.
The beast has extraordinary five senses and can see in the dark.
The paw pads on its four legs flexibly stepped on the fallen stones as footholds, temporarily cushioning its impact; and from time to time it waved its big tail to help her resist the power of the ghost curse that was cutting down like a steel knife.
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