And he stood there, as if even the bright moon had become his background. The hazy veil only revealed a pair of eyes as vast as smoke. The eyelashes were long and the stars were blurred. One glance made people seem to be intoxicated.
Although - still couldn't see his face clearly, Mo Jiuzi knew that he was the world-famous Fengjian Priest!
The man who often taught her kung fu in her dreams...
Was she dreaming again? She pinched herself quietly!
It hurts so much! It seems like it’s not a dream, he really came to find her!
Although she didn't understand why Priest Kazama, who was so famous that it was difficult for ordinary people to meet him, only favored her, but the feelings of girls were always poetic, and even Cinderella also had dreams of being a prince.
Her eyes were as dreamy as stars, and she looked at the priest Kazama dreamily, not knowing what night it was.
Priest Kazama waved to her, and she followed him foolishly...
………………
Snow-white beach, deep blue sea. The waves gently rolled up and kissed the beach, licking the girl's delicate feet, like a lover's touch.
Mo Jiuzi followed the high priest Fengjian all the way here. The high priest in front was fluttering, and the wind lifted his broad white robe, flying like a dream, as if he was walking on the wind.
Mo Jiuzi followed him desperately without asking, as if she could follow him without blinking even if he led her to hell.
Finally, the priest Fengjian in front stopped and turned around. Mo Jiuzi also stopped and looked up at him, as if he was looking at his own god.
"Do you like me very much?" Priest Kazama finally spoke, his voice like ethereal wind or misty clouds.
Mo Jiuzi didn't seem to expect that he would ask this. Her pretty face turned red immediately, and she was so nervous that she could hardly breathe. She was dumbfounded for a moment and nodded sharply.
Yes, she likes him so much that her heart aches!
My heart was full of him, I practiced hard for him, slept in the middle of the night and woke up from the fifth for him, endured everyone’s ridicule for him, and ignored my sick mother for him...
"Master Priest, common girls often... often dream about you in their dreams, I don't know... I don't know..." She wanted to say, 'I don't know if the priest really entered my dream, or if it was just my fantasy', but
She was so nervous that she stuttered when she was nervous, but she couldn't ask the next words. She felt that if she asked him, she would be blaspheming him...
"What do you think?" Priest Kazama had a faint smile in his eyes, and his voice was gentle and gentle, flowing into people's hearts like a clear spring.
"Folk girls...folk girls don't know."
"Jiuzi, you know." He chuckled. The stars and the moon seemed to become much brighter with his smile.
Mo Jiuzi lowered his head, speechless with excitement, only his body was trembling slightly.
The wind was blowing gently, the waves were swaying gently, and there seemed to be a faint ambiguity flowing in the air.
Mo Jiuzi became even more nervous. She could feel the other person's eyes focusing on her like water, making her extremely happy but at a loss.
"Jiuzi, how much do you like me?" Priest Kazama suddenly asked, his voice still soft.
"Jiu Zi will go through fire and water for the priest, no matter what!" Mo Jiu Zi said almost without thinking. It was just a slogan at first, but she shouted with passion.
"Then - what if you will die for me?"
"As long as it's for the priest, what does Jiu Zi's miserable life mean? Jiu Zi doesn't care!"
"Very good!" Priest Kazama smiled: "You are such a good boy. I have not loved you in vain, and it is time for your body to be returned to its original owner..."
Ah? What?
Jiu Zi's chaotic mind was stunned for a moment, and he raised his head blankly.
"Master Priest, you...what did you say?"
"I am saying that you have done well in cultivating this body, but it was not yours in the first place, and it should be returned to its original owner now." Priest Kazama's tone was serious and gentle.
"Jiu Zi, Jiu Zi doesn't understand..." Mo Jiu Zi was still confused, but there was a vague feeling in his heart that was not good. He couldn't help but take two steps back.