Tick...tick...

What sound is it? Where does the sound of water come from? And the head hurts so much, the whole body hurts, as if countless ants are gnawing around, and the chest is like a giant object pressing on her chest, breathing heavily. Is she dead? Why is it so painful? So weak? It's nonsense to move your fingers, your body is filled with lead, and the blood seems to have solidified.

"Boom!"

What is that sound? Cai Xiaotu really wanted to open her eyes and see what happened. She was so cold that she wanted to tremble. She seemed to have been whipped. The more she thought about it, the more she became, the more she was afraid. Could it be that she would whip the corpse after she died? The space was very quiet, and the needle could be heard. The more she was like this, the more she was more frightened.

The hand was forcibly lifted up, and a warm temperature covered the artery of the wrist. Who was it? The sandalwood smell was so strong. Just when she was restless, a big palm gently covered her forehead, as if she was exploring whether she had a high fever. Soon, the man left, used all his strength, narrowed his eyes slightly, and blinked weakly. She saw the gods, and really saw them, and was still a Buddha.

The surrounding environment is a cave, neat and elegant, with a vague red gauze, like a fairy residence.

Countless night pearls shine in the cave as bright as daytime, and you can hear the ticks and water droplets slap the stone platform. The scene is a little blurry. She thought, she must be dead and her soul was scattered. This person is organizing her soul, otherwise how can he explain his ancient costume?

The man turned around, flew up, sat firmly on the stone platform in the distance, and meditated with his hands together.

The shiny white robe lay quietly on the mouth-watering body. The strong body was not as strong as those big men. It seemed to be fatter and thinner, and it looked slimmer. It was as perfect as a magical skill.

The slender hands are as white as mutton fat, and the ten fingers are combined. It can be seen that although they are monks, they surpass all the wealthy people in the world. The nails are transparent and moist, and the hands can be seen that they cannot find any shortcomings.

The most incredible thing is that the three thousand black hairs, which were darker than the night sky, grew to the waist and did not tie up like people, allowing it to cover the scalp, without any extra scattered hair, and even the bangs were long at the back of the neck.

Between the perfect eyebrows, a word symbolizing Buddhism was printed, red like the red shore flower beside the Naihe Bridge. The combined eyes were extremely calm. No matter how carefully you observe, the pupils covered by the eyelids would never twist at all. The high nose bridge and unparalleled lips shape are probably even a fairy.

Just sitting cross-legged on the jade, it makes people dream about it.

Cai Xiaotu just squinted her eyes and watched. What a beautiful man, he will be subverted for life. However, even if the painter is excellent, he can't draw such a look. Even if he is a painter, he can't imagine it. His face is whiter than jade, his eyelashes that are curled more than anyone else, and even his thick eyebrows seem to look perfect than others. Is this really a human being?

He is not a human being, he is a living Buddha, and only the Buddha's eyebrows will have the word "后" at the center of the Buddha's eyebrows.

Who are you? Why do you need to take your pulse for me? It hurts so much. Please, the Bodhisattva will save me. It hurts so much.

As if he heard a woman's prayer, the man's brows moved, and his slender eyelashes opened like a butterfly unfolded his cocoon and stretched his wings. The black hole-like pupils emitted not inhumane, too much compassion for the world, without any distractions, and the clear eyes seemed to have never been baptized by the world, and extraordinary people can be compared.
Chapter completed!