Counterattack on the giants: the villain male god is a girl

Chapter 2162 Still not feeling well?
I saw him walking extremely slowly like a tortoise, and his face became sickly pale.

A look of puzzlement flashed across the black eyes, and he walked down slowly, and asked with concern: "Is it still uncomfortable?"

"It's okay, my stomach is not very good!" Nangong Jing's voice was hoarse, as light as foam that would be blown away by a gust of wind.

"Let me help you..." After Jian Junxi finished speaking, he reached out to feel his pulse.

Nangong Jing didn't move, just looked at her sadly...

Falling in love with a heartless and ruthless person, how bitter it is in the heart, only the person in love knows best.

Sometimes, he is pretending to be confused, but whether it is what he sees with his eyes or what he feels in his heart, he is forced to admit defeat.

"Irregular pulse, gastrointestinal inflammation, need anti-inflammatory..." Jian Junxi raised his eyes and saw him looking at him sadly, as if he had done something to offend him?
His heart suddenly seemed to be stung by a bee, and he couldn't explain why he felt so distressed just by seeing his eyes...

"It'll be fine if you take a rest, you go up, I'll wait for you here."

Nangong Jing mourned to the extreme, but she still tried her best to raise the corners of her lips, forcing out a slightly ugly smile.

"Actually, you don't have to..." Jian Junxi felt that he was used to being pampered and pampered, so he might not be able to live through such a hard life.

"You can, I can do the same, if it's not possible, I will go to the doctor myself, go!" Nangong Jing stretched out her hand and pushed her.

"Okay, I see." Jian Junxi turned around helplessly, as if he was worried, and looked back at him again, with complicated eyes in his calm eyes, and slowly walked up.

Nangong Jing was full of pain, her whole body exuded a decadent breath, and she watched her disappearing on the high platform with worried eyes.

She lowered her eyes, supported her stomach, and sat down casually on the steps. The whole person was like a cicada in winter, chilling and miserable...

Jian Junxi stepped into the main hall, raised the Buddha sail, and what came into view was the merciful Tathagata Buddha sitting high on the lotus platform.

With kind eyebrows and kind eyes, overlooking the world, big drums and bells stand on both sides, the Buddha table is full of fruits, and the bronze stove is full of smoke.

The moment Jian Junxi saw the Buddha, Jian Junxi's uneasy heart felt as still as water. Without the master, he could not see where he came from, but with the Buddha in front of him, he could see where he was going.

Gently kneeling in front of the Buddha, put your hands together, and prepare to chant sutras a hundred times...

Nangong Jing at the door lowered her head and leaned against the stone wall beside her.

Two monks in the temple just came back from the outside and saw him carrying a big bag with a beggar on the side.

One of the monks clasped his hands together and said politely: "Amitabha, this senior brother, who came from a long way, why don't you go up to rest? Just pay homage to my Buddha!"

Nangong Jing put her hands on her knees, slowly raised her eyes and squinted at them, like a lion on the verge of anger, the surrounding air suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees.

The faces of the two monks froze, and the look in their eyes made them feel a coolness coming from the top of their heads and quickly reaching their limbs.

The other monk was as careful as a hair, pulled his companion, and said leisurely: "It's my brother who was abrupt. If there is something wrong, please don't blame this brother."

After finishing speaking, he took another monk to the temple...

In the past, Nangong Jing didn't believe in gods and Buddhas, but she still had a heart of reverence, but now, as long as Hong Yuan is thought of in her mind, the anger in her heart is like three flavors of real fire, with unforgivable hatred...

The two monks who went up thought that the vicious Nangong Jing might be a fake monk.

When he saw Jian Junxi kneeling in front of the Buddha, he felt a little doubtful in his heart, and instead of going in to disturb him, he went to inform the monastery and the abbot.

(End of this chapter)