"I won't go to the devil world." Wujiang wanted to push her away, but she wrapped him tighter.
His whole body was wrapped around him, wishing he could become one immediately.
He closed his eyes, but Feng Lan said coldly: "You want to enter concentration again. If you dare to close your five senses, I will kill that stinky girl immediately!"
Wujiang immediately opened his eyes, a little flustered, "No."
Feng Lan felt a slight pain in her heart, and she didn't know what it was.
She just felt that the little monk was so nervous and Hua Xi felt very, very uncomfortable!
"No?" Feng Lan was smart and knew that she had caught his weak point, so she smiled and said, "You can let her go if you want me to. I'm cold now, so just hold me."
There is no chill in this barrier, let alone a bonfire. How can it be cold?
"Your hands are hot." Wujiang said.
"I'm just cold!" Feng Lan said willfully, "Hold me, or I will kill her immediately! Don't think that if you distract me, I won't know where she is hiding."
Wujiang clenched his fist, then slowly raised his hand and hugged her waist awkwardly.
"Haha..." Feng Lan threw herself into his arms, "Hold me tight, I'm so cold!"
Wujiang tightened his arms slightly, wanting to run away.
They are both women, but holding her is a completely different feeling than holding Hua Xi.
Holding Hua Xi in his arms will make him sink and lose, not knowing the direction, and his heart will be filled with the guilt of betraying Buddhism.
Holding Feng Lan, his heart was still very calm, and there was nothing else except the feeling of rejection and wanting to escape.
"Wujiang, do you like holding me?" Feng Lan was in his arms, gently scratching his chin with her fingers, and asked with a smile.
"I don't like it." Wujiang said truthfully.
"I'm going to kill her!" Feng Lan said bitterly.
"What's the use of forcing me to lie? Can lies also make you happy?" Wujiang said.
Feng Lan snorted heavily. Of course she didn't like lying, but was this guy not even willing to lie to her?
"Okay, tell me, how does it feel when you hold her?" Feng Lan felt itchy with hatred.
"I don't feel anything."
"You are lying!" Feng Lan is not stupid and will not be deceived by him so easily. "Monks do not lie. You lied, but you violated the Buddhist precepts. Be careful to go to tongue-pulling hell!"
She is a demon, but she also knows a lot of Buddhist allusions.
Wujiang pursed his lips. Hidden behind this calmness was a rapidly beating heart.
Feng Lan lay on his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat, and drew circles on his chest with her fingers.
"I understand, you are holding her just because you want to have fun with her? You are such an impure monk." Feng Lan said coquettishly.
"Nonsense." Wujiang pushed her away, turned away, and never looked at her again.
Feng Lan giggled and would not continue to pester him, but began to take off her clothes.
Wujiang quickly closed his eyes, and his nervous look made Feng Lan smile.
"You feel guilty! You said you don't want me. You are obviously afraid that you won't be able to control yourself after seeing me." Feng Lan happily took off her clothes and pulled up her hair.
Wujiang did not open his mouth to refute, but silently recited Buddhist scriptures.
After drinking wine, the coldness was indeed driven away a lot. However, when adjusting the breath due to internal injuries, one still has to take it slow.
He was afraid that Feng Lan would pester him unscrupulously tonight. This witch had many tricks, and most of them were despicable and shameless, making it impossible to guard against...
