Touched by her fingers, Wujiang tilted his head slightly and avoided her.
If he hadn't been seriously injured, he wouldn't have been caught by her.
Not long after he ran out of the ruined temple, he met Feng Lan who was chasing him.
He knew he couldn't let her know that Hua Xi was in the ruined temple, so he could only run as far away as possible.
I just don’t know how Hua Xi is doing?
She is alone in a ruined temple and has no spiritual power, so nothing will happen to her, right?
"You won't let me touch you now, why are you so shy?" Feng Lan covered her little mouth and smiled coquettishly. She just liked how serious he was.
It seems that it cannot be violated, but when it is violated, the taste is unusual.
With her little hand, she took a bowl of steaming medicine that was boiling on the fire next to her, gently blew it to cool it down, and then fed it to his mouth.
"Although you are not good to me, you will be my husband in the future, so I can't just watch you die of illness. Take medicine."
She is a hard-spoken person with a soft heart. Even in the devil world, there is no pity for her.
Wujiang had mixed feelings towards her, he was grateful, apologetic and unable to avoid her.
"Princess, thank you." He said sincerely. This time, without her, he might have died of cold in the heavy rain.
"If you want to thank me, come back to the Demon Realm with me, marry me, and become a happy couple with me." Feng Lan ruffled her long hair, revealing her snow-white shoulders.
They, the demon tribe, dislike restraint the most, so they dress very sexy and there is nothing wrong with showing off their most beautiful bodies.
Not to mention in front of the person you like.
She gently lay on Wujiang's chest and fed him medicine, her eyes full of temptation.
She was so beautiful, but he was not moved at all. There was no wavering in his eyes. He opened his mouth and drank the medicine she handed her.
"Cough cough cough..." After taking a sip of the medicine, he immediately choked and coughed. It was so spicy and had a weird taste, not like medicine at all.
"Hahaha!" Feng Lan's laughter was as clear as a silver bell, and her body trembled, teasing him vaguely.
"What did you give me to drink?" Wujiang asked with a frown.
"Drink." Feng Lan said bluntly. She never liked lying.
Wujiang's expression changed, and he quickly lowered his head, trying to vomit out the wine he drank.
Feng Lan laughed heartily and patted him on the back kindly, "I drank it all, and I can't spit it out anyway."
"You, why are you so hateful?" Wujiang was still angry after all, his handsome face turned red.
"Soju can help you cure your illness, and I'm here to help you!" Feng Lan smiled even more cheerfully.
She really loves how honest he is!
"I'm a monk, and you actually gave me alcohol..." Wujiang couldn't spit it out, and he felt even more regretful about his sin.
Feng Lan raised her beautiful eyebrows and said dissatisfiedly: "What's wrong with drinking? Anyway, you took that girl and defected from the sect, so you are no longer a Buddhist disciple!"
"I will always be a disciple of Fanyin Temple and a follower of Buddha..."
"You are a little monk with six impure roots. The Buddha will not accept you!" Feng Lan said happily, "You still want to retreat. Even if you stay in retreat for ten thousand years, you will not become a Buddha! You have committed so many mistakes.
Discipline!"
Wujiang turned away and recited Buddhist scriptures in a low voice.
Feng Lan touched his face and lips, moved closer to him, and breathed on his face.
"Wujiang..." she shouted softly, with a hint of coquettishness, "You have defected from the master's sect. Come back to the devil world with me. I will make you happy every day."
