It was destiny that made her a demon, so she should hate destiny.
It was already late at night, and the heavy rain outside showed no sign of stopping.
Wujiang put his hands on her sides, lowered his head, and looked at Hua Xi, who had a delicate face in the darkness.
His lips turned purple from the cold, and Hua Xi's breath was weak.
"Hua Xi..." He murmured, it was so cold, so cold...
"Are you cold? Talk to me again." Without speaking, she started to feel cold, and even she felt very cold.
Looking at her twinkling eyes, Wujiang was suddenly startled, lowered his head out of nowhere, and suddenly kissed her lips gently.
Hua Xi was also stunned. Before she could react, he was already holding her lips and gently turning her.
He couldn't hear her voice, it seemed he could only hear the desire coming from the bottom of his heart...
Hua Xi reached out to push him, and his hands on both sides of her body suddenly let go, and his heavy body pressed heavily on her.
She was already weak, but now she groaned, but he allowed him to successfully capture her lips and tongue.
He hugged her tightly, wanting to rub all the warmth from her body into his body because of the cold.
How could this happen suddenly?
Hua Xi closed her eyes, gathered all the spiritual power in her body, and suddenly pushed him away from her.
Wujiang fell backwards and fell to the ground. A flash of clarity suddenly flashed in his mind. He opened his eyes. At this time, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed.
He saw the kind-faced Buddha statue in the ruined temple, illuminated by lightning, and the divine and compassionate face of the Buddha looked at him as if he understood everything.
His heart was startled, and Wujiang's mind suddenly sobered up.
How could he do such a thing in front of Buddha?
How could he tarnish the sacred Buddha in his heart like this?
How could he be like this?
Without Meidie controlling him, how could he not be able to control himself?
"Wujiang..." Hua Xi supported herself with strength and raised her head, looking at him, "You..."
"I shouldn't hurt you..." Wujiang murmured, the expression on his face was completely distorted by pain, "I..."
"It's okay, you have a fever and are not conscious..." She was so close to him just now, and she realized that his forehead was hot.
He also said that he would not get sick, but he was obviously sick.
Wujiang shook his head, suddenly got up and ran out of the ruined temple.
The icy heavy rain washed over his body instantly, and he ran into the dark rain curtain.
"Boundless!" Hua Xi shouted, but suddenly the world started spinning and he fell down unable to hold up.
She breathed hard, and her body could only huddle under the Buddha statue, seeking a very small shelter.
The heavy rain soon wetted her clothes.
She also felt very cold, and suddenly she could understand why Wujiang got sick after persisting for so long.
But she had no spiritual power, and she couldn't even light a fire to keep warm.
Where did Wujiang go?
His internal injuries haven't healed yet, and running out like this will make it even worse.
Hua Xi's head rested against the cold Buddha statue.
"They say you are the most compassionate, how can you just watch your disciples suffer? He believes in you so much and respects you so much..."
Hua Xi murmured, her cheek pressed against the Buddha statue. She knew it was just a statue, but she still hoped that the Buddha could hear her.
"Although I am a demon, I also want to believe that you will save all sentient beings... You don't protect me, but why don't you protect him too?"
Her eyes were red. If she was destined to go against the light, then Wujiang was innocent.
She was hiding in this small ruined temple, letting the wind and rain blow her but she could do nothing.
