Chapter 422: You can't turn your face and become an enemy

Quirks, hand ......

She had heard Yueyue say that there was a quirk, and that was hand fetish.

Could it be that thanking is the legendary hand fetish?

Because her hands are beautiful, that's why she ......

Hold her hand all the time and play with it, satisfying her perverted fetishes.

Thinking that I often woke up in the morning to find that my hands were covered with red marks, all my doubts broke through the ground.

The body has stiffened because of the acupuncture points.

The fingers are also cold.

The door of the dark room was opened silently, and Xuan Ling's slender body with the light on his back came into view.

looked at Yuan Changhuan, whose face was pale.

Master Xuanling, whose face was covered with bruises, raised his voice lightly, "How about it, do you want to change your mind, stay away from the rolling red dust, and take refuge in my Buddha with the little monk?" ”

When he spoke, he easily explained the acupoints to Yuan Changhuan.

Moving his stiff fingers, Yuan Changhuan's red lips pursed lightly, hooking up a contemptuous arc, "Take refuge in your Buddha?" Inexistent. ”

The words fell.

The whip is like a serpent.

Swing towards the Xuan Ling.

Caught off guard, Master Xuanling turned around to dodge, still being cut through his robe by the sudden whip.

"Tsk, it's really not like a family doesn't enter the door, it's as violent as thanks! No wonder Xie Ci is willing to marry you, but don't you want to know why he married you, if you are willing to take refuge in my Buddha, I will tell you? ”

Yuan Changhuan held the whip in his hand and looked at him coldly, "It's not good." And Master Xuanling, didn't your Buddha tell you not to worry about worldly things? ”

"Especially, other people's housework."

"Otherwise, you will soon have to go to the West Heaven to see your Buddha."

After that, Yuan Changhuan raised his head with his chest straight, his posture arrogant and arrogant.

Step by step, it is very steady.

Leaving the dark room, then leaving the meditation room.

Xuan Ling didn't stop her, looking at her back as she left, the corners of her bruised lips curled slightly.

Muttered to himself, "You will always come to me, convert." ”

Yuan Changhuan walked out of the meditation room, and the anger on his face couldn't be suppressed.

If you want to go to Xie Ci to settle accounts, the pervert of hand fetish, is it the next time he meets a woman or even a man who looks better than her hands, he will still try his best to get home.

The hand holding the whip squeezed harder and harder.

"Yuanyuan, what are you doing with the whip?"

Jiang Nuan's gentle voice came like a spring breeze.

Yuan Changhuan's originally angry mood gradually disappeared with the voice of his mother.

Turning his head, he returned to his old leisurely and leisurely life, smiling like a flower, "Mother, why are you still here?" ”

Why do you carry a whip and avoid talking about it.

Jiang Nuan didn't ask much, asked her to put away the whip, and replied, "You haven't come out for half an hour, and my mother is a little worried." ”

"Gee, what can I do?"

Yuan Changhuan wrapped the whip back around his waist, and then wrapped his arms around his mother's shoulder.

"You don't understand the mood of being a mother, you'll know when you become a mother in the future." Jiang Nuan was relieved to see that her daughter was intact.

Hearing the worried words of the mother's parents.

Subconsciously pursed her red lips, Yuan Changhuan had calmed down, she couldn't tear her face with Xie Ci, at least not now.

The foundation of the Yuan family is now unstable, and this year in the previous life is the year of the Yuan family's accident.

If you turn your face with Xie Ci now, Xie Ci has always been vindictive, wouldn't the Yuan family have another strong enemy.

Yuan Changhuan thought of this, and his eyebrows frowned.

What to do?

Since returning from rebirth, Yuan Changhuan, who has always had a clear purpose, was suddenly confused.

"Lady."

A breezy and moon-like voice came, and Yuan Changhuan held his mother's hand tightly.