Tea mixed with blood flowed all over the table.

Wujiang grabbed her hand at once, "The body is skinny, and the parents who suffer it, why hurt yourself?" ”

"Little monk, what is true and what is false?" Hua Xi looked up and asked for no reason.

Wujiang was stunned, why did she suddenly ask such a question?

"Truth is also false, false is true, true and false, it only depends on you, with what kind of heart you face the world."

His eyes were slightly red, Hua Xi pursed her lips and didn't say anything.

Sometimes, people think they are living in reality, but in fact, they are blinded by illusions.

Wujiang spread her hands out, carefully picking out the broken teacup dregs, trying to bandage her wounds.

Hua Xi retracted her hand consciously and smiled at her: "I'll come by myself, I have good healing medicine there, you can take a rest." ”

"You can rest too." Wujiang said calmly, watching her walk out and close the door.

There was a little bit of her blood on his fingers.

He took out the handkerchief from his arms and was about to wipe it, but he accidentally saw the small word 'Xi' embroidered on the snow-white silk handkerchief.

He froze, his fingers slowly tightening.

"Hehehe, the little monk has moved his heart, what can I do about this?"

A slightly delicate, but vaguely feminine voice sounded from the window.

Wujiang's clear eyebrows frowned slightly, and he quietly withdrew his handkerchief into his sleeve, but he didn't want a light wind to shake past him.

The handkerchief in his hand was pinched by a small white hand.

A delicate and bright little face appeared in front of him, accompanied by a light sound of bells, which appeared out of thin air.

The hair is also combed in a delicate butterfly bun, with two chic little butterflies each, and the fine colored diamonds on them are fluttering, really like the wings of a butterfly.

The bandeau skirt is not lined and boldly exposes the snow-white neck and shoulders, and the skirt breaks when it reaches the thighs, revealing the slender legs.

A pair of deerskin boots, especially delicate stepped on the boundless legs.

"You ......" was approached so boldly, Wujiang was also a little panicked for a while, and hurriedly pushed her away, and said righteously, "Please respect yourself." ”

"Hehe......" The girl let out a silver bell-like laugh, "Sifan's little monk, dare to tell me about self-respect?" ”

Wujiang looked away and turned his back to her.

The white silk handkerchief in his hand was slowly withdrawn into his sleeve and put it away.

"That silk handkerchief, is it the woman's?" The girl stood behind him with a grin, her hands behind her back, her little buckskin boots on the ground.

Wujiang was silent, and didn't seem to want to pay attention to her.

He lowered his head and began to silently recite the scriptures to purify his mind and heart.

"Are you chanting again? It's always Amitabha, Amitabha, are you tired? The girl took out a wooden fish from the object and smiled lightly, "Why don't you chant the scriptures, how about I help you knock on the wooden fish?" ”

As he spoke, he began to knock on the wooden fish.

After two knocks, Wujiang turned around and snatched the wooden fish from her hand.

"Princess Fenglan, please don't desecrate the Buddha Gate." He said solemnly, carefully put the wooden fish away, that action, that demeanor, is simply one word - piety!

This girl is the princess of the Demon Wind Domain.