It was almost dawn when she finally saw the little monk.
"Why don't you come down to me?"
"Why did you come here, benefactor?"
"I...Isn't it okay for me to come to you?"
"The little monk is shining brightly."
"Why don't you invite me to your room?"
"Men and women should not touch each other."
"you!"
It seemed like another bright moonlit night when she secretly ran to Guiyuan Sect again. The fair and gentle monk always looked at her with helpless eyes, unable to do anything with her, but he didn't give her an answer.
She finally got angry: "Do you like me or not?"
Under the moonlight, the fair and clear-skinned monk looked at her with a complicated expression, bowed, and said in a long voice: "Love brings sorrow, love brings fear. I have long since converted to Buddhism, so why bother asking such questions?"
The charming and beautiful witch attacked in anger, while the peaceful and kind little monk endured it quietly.
From then on, she never looked for him again, and the next time they met was when the withered mountain collapsed.
Will we really never see each other again from now on?
Yunxiang attacked numbly, her body gradually growing colder as her spiritual power depleted. Her long hair, starting at the ends, turned snow-white. In a single moment, her black hair turned white. Her face remained the same, but the old man was gone.
Sitting in a pool of warm blood, Yunxiang stared blankly at the spot beneath the monster's feet. She could no longer cry, but simply stared blankly, repeating the name. Those two simple words seemed to drain her spirit, leaving her reciting them foolishly.
"With Chen..."
Everyone says that life is bitter and tiring.
But if you are not willing to accept it, how can there be a calamity in this world?
"With Dust!"
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