Divine Doctor Huan Concubine: Nine thousand years old, let it go to the end!

Chapter 1076 The cruel truth

Wen Rong said, the smile in her eyes getting thicker.

"Okay, don't cry. I'm just here to fulfill my wish. Why did you become a mourner?"

Lie Jiuqing's tears were still hanging on her eyelashes. When she heard Wen Rong say this, she sniffed blankly, "You still wish?"

Wen Rong calmed down the emotions in his eyes and patted her back gently, "I heard people say that making wishes in Huachi Temple is particularly effective. I have made three wishes, and I want to bring you here today to fulfill your wishes."

He was clearly trembling vaguely, but there was a smile in his eyes. Lie Jiuqing was almost deceived by him.

She buried her face in his arms to prevent him from seeing the worry that could not be hidden in her eyes, "Really?"

"Well, really."

Wen Rong held her in his arms, his eyes filled with pain deeply forgot to look at the main hall, and he quickly took her back, "Go back."

Lie Jiuqing looked at the incense burner placed in front of the main hall steps and pulled Wen Rong's clothes, "I want to light some incense."

"it is good."

Lie Jiuqing lit three sticks of incense and inserted them into the incense burner. She closed her eyes, clasped her hands together devoutly, and secretly made a wish in her heart.

First, I wish that Wen Rong would live a long life, secondly, I wish that Wen Rong would have success in the rest of his life, and thirdly, I wish that the two of them would not be in trouble with each other in this life.

Wen Rong looked at her pious look quietly, her lips tightening slightly.

Huachi came over with a wooden box in his hand,

Lie Jiuqing opened his eyes, and Huachi handed over the wooden box, "The donor has a fate with the poor monk. This thing has been here for ten years. Now I will give it to you. I hope it will eventually create a good relationship. "

Seeing this, Lie Jiuqing couldn't help but look at Wen Rong, and he nodded, "Take it."

Lie Jiuqing hesitated for a moment and slowly stretched out his hand, "Thank you, Abbot."

Huachi smiled and said: "Donor, Chongshan Temple is a good place. It can allow you to calm down and stop killing. It's better to walk around a lot."

Hearing this, Wen Rong's eyes darkened, and her cold gaze shot towards Huachi.The kindness in Huachi's brows and eyes was a bit heavier, "Donor, please go slowly. I wish you both a smooth journey for the rest of your life."

Hearing this blessing, Lie Jiuqing's heart beat violently. He turned back to look at Huachi, but he had already turned around and entered the main hall.

When the door was closed, the wind blew heavy Zen incense, but it was vaguely mixed with the smell of incense and candles used in sacrifices. In addition, there was also a very light fishy smell, which was the fishy smell of human skin and bones after time has settled.

What's in here...

Leave it alone...

Heavenly drums and sacrificial bells!
Lie Jiuqing's pupils shrank slightly, and he subconsciously held Wen Rong's hand tightly, "Brother A Rong..."

Her hands were shaking violently and her whole body was tense. She didn't seem to be good at hiding her emotions.

She is so smart and always thinks of things she shouldn't think of.

Wen Rong pinched her fingertips distressedly, "Are you unable to hold on anymore and the wound hurts?"

"pain."

Her heart hurt so much that every part of her body felt like it was being torn apart. She couldn't tell whether it was the pain caused by her speculation that her heart ached for Wen Rong, or the pain caused by the gradual failure of the silver needles in her body.

Lie Jiuqing stretched out his arms and hugged him, "Hug me, okay?"

The corners of Wen Rong's eyes were slightly red, and he gently hugged her, "Miss Seventh will only act coquettishly when she is in pain."

Lie Jiuqing's eyes were in a trance, and his breathing gradually became heavy. Listening to his pretending to be relaxed, she felt that her heart was so painful that she was suffocating, "I'm not you, so I won't act coquettishly."

Listening to her choked voice, Wen Rong sighed deeply, "I never act like a spoiled brat."

Lie Jiuqing was in so much pain that his eyes dimmed from the pain, and his voice became smaller and smaller, "Only the nine-thousand-year-old in the world can kill someone by acting like a coquettish person..."

(End of this chapter)