How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

   Chapter 501 is the most unstoppable in the world, Zhu Yan Cijingjingjinghua Cishu (62)

   The monk in plain clothes had a trembling voice, the abbot's eyelashes trembled, and he stopped chanting in his mouth.

   Wen Xien stood up slowly from the ground, just as the abbot said something.

   "Master Yue is waiting for you in the Warm Pavilion."

  Yue Ying? !

  Wen Xien was shocked at first, and then thought of Yue Ying's appearance that day, and an idea emerged.

   So it was the secret that Yue Ying and the abbot sued. No wonder Yue Ying was so confident that he could bring her out of Yonghe An, but how did Yue Ying know that she was the secret of her daughter.

  's mind is so chaotic, no matter how smart Wen Xien is, he can't guess the twists and turns inside.

   Wen Xien came to the warm pavilion in a hurry, and a servant was already waiting at the door with a curtain.

  The warm pavilion is as warm as spring all year round, and the fragrance of flowers permeates. The colorful parrots stand in the cage and groom their feathers gracefully. Yue Ying, in a black robe, stands in front of the cage and feeds the birds with a wooden spoon.

   He didn't look back, and his voice couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry, and asked: "It's so slow, you don't want to see me?"

  Wen Xi'en silently stared at Yue Ying's back, with emotions that she didn't understand, but it was definitely not resentment, just uncomfortable, like a bird caught by Yue Ying in the palm of her hand.

   The strong feeling of suffocation made Wen Xien feel sluggish even breathing, so he could only squeeze the beads in the palm of his hand tightly, like grabbing a piece of driftwood.

  Yue Ying fed the parrot for a while, put down the wooden spoon, closed the door of the golden cage, and locked it with a delicate lock.

Yue Ying slowly walked to Wen Xien with the cage, looked at the parrot and said, "Does Jingchen think it looks good? I guess you must like it, so I brought it here. I have fed me a little fat these days. , looking at you, I've been here for a few days, and the old monk didn't let me come to see you, so I had to use some means."

  The bird pecked at the colorful feathers, raised its head and shook it, tilted its head, and looked at Wen Xien with a pair of black bean-like eyes.

  Wen Xien looked at the bird expressionlessly, and the voice in his ear got closer and closer.

Yue Ying walked to her side and said softly, "Look at you, but you are blaming me? Jingchen, don't blame me, this ruined temple is not suitable for you at all, follow me, I can give you everything, it's not as good as Feel free to be a monk?"

   He got closer and closer, forcing Wen Xien to take a half step back. His face was as white as a tang pear, beautiful and indifferent, he raised his eyes and glanced at Yue Ying, his dark eyes seemed to be stained with panic.

  Yue Ying raised her lips, closed her eyes, and sniffed around her lips as if intoxicated.

   "Jingchen, shall I give you this bird?" He murmured softly, as if he was talking about love, as if he had given Wen Xien some kind of surprise gift. A smile appeared in the corners of his eyes, which made the blood-red madness in his eyes faint.

  Wen Xien felt her heart beating faster and faster, and countless images flashed in her mind uncontrollably. She knew that Yue Ying was pleased with her, but what she didn't know was that Yue Ying was so paranoid that people who didn't know would think that Yue Ying was enchanted.

   Followed by a disgust, Jingchen is the first time to hate a person, she has a pure heart, no matter how big things are in her eyes, they are like passing clouds, leaving no mark.

   But Yue Ying really went too far.

  Yue Ying smiled and looked at Wen Xien as if he was looking at a bird, and then released the bird.

  The bird was very spiritual. The moment it was released, it didn't run around. Instead, it flew to Wen Xien's shoulder and pecked Wen Xien's neck intimately with its non-aggressive sharp beak.

  The slightly itchy touch made Wen Xien uncomfortable, and the slender neck was slightly crooked. This contradictory movement made Yue Ying mistakenly think that Wen Xien didn't like it.

  Yue Ying asked softly, "Does Jingchen not like it?"

  Wen Xien lowered his eyelashes, leaving a faint shadow under his pale skin, his expression was terribly indifferent.

   The long silence made Yue Ying anxious, and Wen Xien hadn't said a word since he came in.

  Yue Ying asked again: "Does Jingchen dislike this bird?"

Yue Ying smiled, obviously laughing, and suddenly pinched Wen Xien's chin with one hand, Yue Ying's face with suffocating anger came, and his pupils seemed to be filled with blood, and the thick maliciousness precipitated in it was the sharpest. "Whether you like it or don't like it, don't make me dumb."

  Wen Xien's pupils shrank, took a step back abruptly, avoiding Yue Ying's hand, her delicate brows slightly wrinkled with disgust.

Yue Ying hadn't missed the disgust in her eyes, he grinned, stretched out his hand again, and clamped Wen Xien's chin harder than last time, the smile at the corner of his mouth was cold and murderous: "It seems that you don't like it anymore, you If you don't like something, there is no need for it."

  Wen Xien didn't understand what he meant when he saw Yue Ying's cold smile and murderous intent, "If that's the case, then forget it."

   Wen Xien knew that the killing intent was not for her, but for the innocent bird.

   The monk's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly raised his head, his cold and calm face changed slightly.

   The colorful bird seemed to have lost its life in an instant. It fell off her shoulders like a doll and fell to the ground motionless. It was obvious that it had no breath of life.

   A fresh little life disappeared right in front of her eyes, without any sign, just because she didn't "please" her.

   Treating life like a mustard, what is the difference between this and the demon religion?

How can someone like    be worthy of the status of the young master of the martial arts alliance.

  Wen Xien couldn't hold it anymore, and said coldly, "What do you want?"

  Yue Ying blinked innocently, smiling without shadows, who didn't know who thought it was the young son of Qingfengmingyue.

   "I just want to please Jingchen, I am happy with you, I want to be with you, I was wrong, how can such an ordinary bird be matched with Jingchen."

   He kept saying that he liked it, but his behavior was vile and nonsense, doing **** things, but his smile was so innocent.

  Yue Ying's eyes lit up and said in a low voice, "Jingchen, do you know when I found out that you are a daughter?"

  Wen Xien's eyes gradually showed a trace of blood, but no matter how angry she was, her expression was accustomed to being calm like water. In the eyes of others, except for being too pale and a trace of unbearable humiliation, she had no other emotions.

  Yue Ying put both hands on her thin and thin shoulders, rubbed her arms ambiguously, and pulled her body closer to him step by step.

   Knowing that the two people's bodies were close to each other, and their hard and hot chests were moving rapidly, Yue Ying pressed his head on Wen Xien's shoulders, and felt the trembling in his arms.

  Wen Xien held the bead so hard that his fingers turned white.

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   (end of this chapter)