Chapter 409: Buddha's Fate (16)

But Fu Yue was really scared.

She was literally shaking all over.

It's not true that Fan Xiu raised his hand to push her for a while, and it's not true if he doesn't push her.

"You, let me go first."

The monk's cold voice was rare and embarrassing.

Fu Yue was unmoved.

She was really scared at first, but seeing that the man didn't push her away, Fu Yue slid into Fan Xiu's arms and couldn't get up, eating a wave of tofu from the beauty.

The evildoer in red shook his head.

He said pitifully: "I won't let it go, I'm afraid."

Straightforward.

The delicate and soft ball in her arms faded from her usual sharpness, and Fu Yue really looked like a little girl in the world who was afraid of ghosts.

This made the monk's compassionate heart soften a little.

Those indifferent eyes warmed up, Fanxiu lowered his voice, and comforted him: "Let go of me first, I won't leave you alone. Now that we are like this, if we encounter any situation, we will not let you go." Convenient to deal with..."

Fanxiu persuaded her for a while.

Fu Yue reluctantly agreed to let go of the other's arm, but instead she tightly held the monk's slender fingers.

Although Fan Xiu still frowned.

But in the end he didn't let go of Fu Yue's hand.

They stayed there for a long time.

The night is long.

The pale moonlight pierced through the shadows of the trees, and reflected light white spots on the endless black ground. The bleak woods in the distance stand tall one by one, showing the wet marks of dew and reflecting the silvery white light of the moonlight.

On a quiet road.

Not even a dog barking.

Under such circumstances, Fu Yue actually shook, nodded his head, and finally leaned on Fanxiu's shoulder, and fell into a deep sleep.

Feel the light pressure on your shoulder.

Fanxiu raised his closed eyes, lifted his long eyelashes, and his eyes fell on Fu Yue. The weather is a bit cold now, and the girl's body is shaking slightly.

Fanxiu didn't push her away.

He continued to close his eyes, twirling the pitch-black prayer beads in his hand, and silently chanted sutras. At this time, he actually made two mistakes in the sutras that he knew by heart.

Sentient beings in the six realms all cause dust...

The next day, early morning.

Fu Yue woke up leisurely, the pale and glaring sunlight shone on her face, which made people unable to open their eyes, and subconsciously raised their hands to block it.

The pillow under his head was a strange shoulder.

Fu Yue was taken aback.

She raised her eyes to look at Fanxiu, and happened to fall into the other's clean and holy eyes, which were clear to the end. At this time, there was a little complicated emotion that people could not understand.

Fu Yue sat up straight and coughed lightly.

"Sorry."

The monk in snow clothes shook his head, raised his hand and rubbed his sore shoulders, and said softly, "No problem."

Yesterday, in order to accommodate Fu Yue.

Fanxiu's shoulders were tilted almost all night, so it was naturally uncomfortable.

By spending a short time with this person.

Fu Yue probably understood Fanxiu's temperament.

He looked cold, um, he was really cold, with no emotions, which made people wonder if he had an emotional disorder.

He is kind-hearted and has no bottom line for people.

Even a little silly and sweet.

Just like last night, as a monk, she was willing to let her sleep on his shoulder with a banshee all night.

Fu Yue: "Fanxiu, do you know how to break this illusion? Do you have any clues?"

The monk in snow clothes lowered his eyes and shook his head.

"I don't know much about it."

Fu Yue hummed lazily, then lowered her head in frustration.