"Amitabha, the little monk passed by here and found that the place was full of resentment. Donor, you may need the little monk to save him!"

As soon as the clear and clear monk's voice came out, Lan Yue wanted to hit someone! There were so many people present, and the dead monk said to her. What does it mean that she needs to save her? Save him! "Uh..."

Yi Xianqiao grabbed Lan Yue's ready-to-move hand, "This is the little Buddhist son of the Buddha Sect."

Lan Yue: "..." There is such a little Buddhist son in the Buddha Sect, even if he can't be destined to be! Just like him, how could he become a Buddhist son? He was not beaten to death! Lan Yue stared at him and landed on the ground

The little Buddha son, the moment he landed on the ground, the golden light of the merit on the little Buddha son's body automatically gathered into his body. He walked directly to Lan Yue, and Lan Yue stared at him dangerously, clenched his fists slowly, and if he dared to say another degree

She turned her into a hard fist. The little Buddha son was not young, at least in Lan Yue's opinion, a few years older than her. But in the eyes of other monks who were hundreds of years old, he was considered small.

The ordinary monk's robe is no different from the ordinary monk. If you insist on saying something different, it is probably that his head is brighter! It is shiny! It is so bright that Lan Yue almost thinks that it is on his head.

The golden light of merit was not closed. Could it be that their Buddhist sect chose the Buddhist son with whose head was brighter? Lan Yue thought very badly. "Little Buddhist son, how can you travel here today?"

Feeling that Lan Yue's fist was about to move, Senior Sister Yi was afraid that she would really beat the little Buddha son of the Buddha sect by impulse, so she hurriedly asked him before the little Buddha sect. "Amitabha, I have seen Senior Sister Yi, Master called me back to the sect to prepare.

In the next sect competition, I happened to pass by here and see Chongtian resentment, so let's take a look, this donor..." The little Buddha turned to Lan Yue and was about to continue. Lan Yue pinched his fist with his right hand, and turned his wrist with his left hand.

Turning around, the water eyes narrowed dangerously, and said in a bad tone: "Little monk, monks should not lie."

"Little Monk..." The little Buddha didn't care about Lan Yue's rude words. He looked at her tender fist, and his voice paused, his voice clear and compassionate, "The little monk just saw the donor's resentment, so

That's what happened."

Lan Yue sneered, are you thinking she was stupid? She was about to save her? She had just completely avenged her, but she didn't have any resentment in her heart. She was so peaceful that she could be promoted to the next level. Let me tell you now.

She was so resentful that she was afraid she was not a fake monk! Yi Xianqiao was a little nervous. Junior Sister Murong was her life-saving benefactor, so nothing could happen! But the resentfulness might be from Junior Sister Murong herself, or it might be that she was infected with uncleanness.

What. Junior Sister Murong is beautiful and kind-hearted, and it is definitely not her own, that is, she is infected with unclean things. Especially when she thought about her fighting with the demon before, would she be so bad that she was killed by that

The demonic air is polluted, it is a great thing to be polluted by the demonic air! I hurriedly looked at Xiao Fuzi, "Little Buddhazi, take a good look, what's wrong with me, Junior Sister Murong? How could she be so resentful?"

At the same time, he pinched Lanyue's hand and told her not to be impulsive. Little Fozi is a person with real skills! It is said that Little Fozi's calculation technique is superb, and his pair of Buddha's eyes can see the opportunity and observe the good and bad luck of people.

But I didn't hear anyone asking for action from the Buddha. The little Buddha looked at Lan Yue carefully, and the more I looked, the deeper my brows became... The fate of this little donor... It's so strange! Yi Xianqiao looked at it

As he frowned, his brows became more and more nervous, he felt extremely nervous, could Junior Sister Murong really have any big trouble? Is it really because she was polluted by the demonic air because she saved them? Lan Yue was not nervous, she
Chapter completed!