Transmigrating into the Idiot Fifth Miss: Stunning Crazy Concubine

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Yi Wushang smiled deeply, and murmured something into Luo Liuling's ear, which made Luo Liuling's mouth slowly smile.

Why didn't she think of this, but the risk here is very high, if you take a wrong step, it will be a wrong step.

"How long are you two going to be making out here." [

A voice came from the steps, it was Feng Xiliang, Yun Yuechan, and Abbot Huikong, watching the two recite "Amitabha, the Holy Land of Buddhism, please donate the three precepts."

After Abbot Huikong said this, he walked forward, but Feng Xiliang glanced at the two of them, and then at the stone bench they sat on, wondering what he was thinking.

"Master Huikong, after I return to the palace, I will definitely send someone to send silver to repair it immediately. Excuse me."

"It's okay, princess, be careful all the way."

Abbot Huikong nodded as a salute, and at this moment, an attendant beside Feng Xiliang sneaked into the courtyard when everyone was not paying attention.

Arriving at the position where Ye Wushang and Luo Liuling had sat just now, he concentrated his inner strength and slashed down with one palm.

Immediately, the stone bench was torn apart, gravel was all over the floor, and smoke and dust were flying. Looking at everything in front of him, the attendant smiled coldly.

Turning around, he was about to leave here, but he saw a majestic voice coming from behind: "The benefactor, why is this necessary?"

The attendant turned his head slightly, and saw Abbot Huikong standing behind him, with his hands on his chest, looking a bit deep.

"Don't mind your own business, old bald donkey."

The attendant snorted coldly, and didn't want to say anything more. As soon as he turned around, he leaped towards the outside of the temple.

"Tell your master, the depth of love, the pain and hatred, everything is just a fleeting moment, falsehood and reality, a dream, a love, come back, Amitabha."

Huikong's figure was on the ground, a long, long figure was reflected by the sunlight.

On the way back, Luo Liuling rode the horse naturally, which was much more comfortable than riding in a carriage. The majestic wind blew past, like the caress of nature, which made her feel extremely refreshed.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Feng Xiliang and his subordinates talking about something.It looks mysterious.

"That's what the old monk said."

"Master, everything is true."

The attendant spoke immediately, with a respectful look on his face.

"The depth of love, the hatred of pain, everything is fleeting, unreal and real, a dream, a love, and it will be the same." [

Feng Xiliang silently read a sentence, what do you mean, this old monk is so mysterious that he can't even arouse his interest.

Without thinking too much, he carried the whip and galloped forward, side by side with Luo Liuling and Ye Wushang.

Luo Liuling was caught in the middle, with Ye Wushang on the right and Feng Xiliang on the left.

At this time, the two men were looking at each other, their expressions were both disdainful and provocative, and their eyes were full of lethality.

Luo Liuling didn't seem to notice, and continued to ride forward.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Ye Wushang's indifferent eyes looking at her, and when he turned his head, Feng Xiliang'an's angry eyes were like a raging fire, with the momentum to burn down the plain in a second.

Luo Liuling stretched out his hand and yelled, and the horse under him quickly galloped out.

The body shape is like a decimal point, getting blurred and smaller.

And when the sun sets, the sunset also reflects the various colors on the ground, which is beautiful, just like a painter swaying his paintbrush.