She had just taken advantage of the leisure time in the afternoon to find such a secluded place, entered the Pure Jade Palace, and communicated with the Jade God. She also asked Xiao Guizi to guard the surrounding area and not let anyone get close to her.
Who would have thought that Xiao Guizi failed to guard against this man, and she was also unprepared in Jingyu, and was tricked by him, so she fell down in such an embarrassing state.
Hua Xi was so angry that she had never suffered such humiliation in so many years.
Upon hearing this, Wujiang immediately floated down from the air and approached her, "Where is the injury? I have medicine here."
Hua Xi puffed up her face and said, "A cat cries like a mouse and it's fake compassion! You plotted against me just now, why are you pretending to be a good person now?"
"It was indeed an unintentional move. Please forgive me, female donor." Wujiang saw her wide-eyed expression, full of childishness, which was a little funny, but he couldn't laugh out loud.
Hua Xi is so shrewd. Although he tried his best to hide it, she still noticed the smile flashing in his eyes. She was angry and angry, but her feet really hurt.
Forget it, wait until she heals her feet first, and then teach the monk a lesson!
"My foot is broken! Tell me what to do." Hua Xi sat down on the spot, took off her shoes, and rolled up her pants, revealing a snow-white foot.
As soon as Wujiang's gaze touched her feet, he immediately turned around and whispered a Buddha's name.
Although there are defenses between men and women in this era, they are all cultivators. They practice thousands of times every day, so how can they be so particular?
But he is a monk and should not look at anything inappropriate, so of course he cannot look at it too much.
Hua Xi couldn't help but feel happy when she saw his actions. She smiled and said, "Little monk, why are you so embarrassed? Don't you have some medicine to heal my wounds?"
Stinky monk, I asked you to violate the sexual precept, but you still talk about Amitabha!
"This medicine can heal broken bones." Wujiang stretched out his hand back and handed her a bottle of medicine.
Hua Xi did not pick it up. She raised her chin and said arrogantly: "I don't know how. Please help me."
"Men and women cannot be intimate," he said.
"It's okay, I just treat you as a woman." Hua Xi smiled softly.
Wujiang is a person with extremely advanced strength and cultivation. He will not be offended by her few words. He still has a good temper and says: "I'm just afraid of ruining the reputation of the female benefactor."
"Pure reputation is nothing but nothing. If you have it in your heart, it's not there."
"The female donor has a unique personality and is not like ordinary people. She has a destiny with me, the Buddha."
Hua Xi wondered who was destined to be a stinky monk like you, but she didn’t expect that the monk was so good at teasing girls!
"Stop talking nonsense, can you help me heal my injury?"
Wujiang hesitated for a moment, said "I'm offended", then turned around, lowered his eyes, walked to her and squatted down, looking at her upturned snow-white feet.
Maybe he had never seen a woman's feet before, so he thought they were extraordinarily beautiful.
He stretched out his hand from his wide sleeve and gently held her foot. Without any distracting thoughts in his mind, he pressed his thumb on her slightly swollen ankle.
"Hiss—" Hua Xi curled her lips.
"Does it hurt?" he asked in a low voice, sounding a little gentle.
"It hurts!"
"It's not broken, it's just twisted. Don't worry." There was a clean smile on the corner of his mouth, which was very reassuring.
Hua Xi looked at his bare head and said jokingly: "It's great to be a monk. I don't have hair and don't have to wash my hair. It saves me so much trouble!"
Wujiang was not angry, he just smiled and nodded.
Hua Xi was bored by him being so unsophisticated, so he had to ask: "Why don't monks have hair?"
