Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 1465 I am not a Buddhist.

Song Yang and Zhao Yanqiu didn't sleep all night, people don't know how haggard they are, he asked Song Yang and the others, and Song Yang and the others didn't know how they came back.

It's just that Song Yang and Gu Xuanwu have been looking outside, and when they came back, they saw that they had all returned to the inn, unscathed.

"You really don't remember anything?" Fu Yuejun looked at him worriedly, took his hand, and asked tactfully, "I don't remember either. It was you who transformed those ghosts?"

Yes, both she and Shadow could see clearly.

At that time, the resentment was soaring that they almost suffocated, but Jin Tingxiao was the only one who was not affected, and even crossed his legs into a Buddha shape, chanting the mantra of passing away over and over again.

There was no way she could remember wrongly.

"I'm turning into a ghost? How is this possible? I'm not a Buddhist!" Jin Tingxiao looked at her with deep eyes, which clearly said: Don't fool me, I can't believe it.

A person like him with bloody hands still recites the mantra of rebirth?

nonexistent.

"Maybe it's a coincidence." Fu Yuejun touched his head with a smile, her voice was soft, and she didn't insist on talking about it anymore. Since he couldn't remember anything, she couldn't keep worrying about it.

The scene at that time flashed through her mind, and she vaguely saw the Buddha's light on his body was strong, and red lotus slowly grew on the ground.

However, this is all her own memory, and it is not known if Shadow remembers it.

If Shadow said the same thing, it wouldn't be an illusion.Jin Tingxiao's identity is far more than that simple...

What about her?

"Where's Yun Xiao?" Fu Yuejun asked the name with some trepidation. She remembered that in that small village, Yun Xiao's body and the carriage disappeared together.

Don't know if it still exists now.

Jin Tingxiao fondled her hair, looked at her, and said gently: "He is fine, everyone is fine, but Sang Ling is still hurt, you go to see Yun Xiao first, and then Sang Ling. "

"Aren't you going with me?" Fu Yuejun asked him.

The man patted her on the back lightly, and said softly: "We're not here for the past two days, and there are some things that I need to deal with. I'll go see them after I've dealt with it."

"En." She nodded, and with his support, she simply washed up.

The inn was also very quiet during the day, and there were only Fu Yuejun and Yun Xiao in the spacious room. She looked at the man lying on the bed with a pale face, who had already fallen into a deep sleep, and her eyes were blurred with tears just by looking at him.

For so long, she had never seen him sleep so peacefully.

After loving her for so many years, he should be tired too.

Fu Yuejun stepped forward quickly and held his hand in his palm. Even though his soul was still there, this body had no warmth at all, so cold that her teeth were almost chattering.

My heart is also cold.

She didn't know when they would meet or if they could meet, but thinking of this made her feel as if a knife was piercing her heart.

"It's a good thing you're fine, otherwise I..." The girl covered his cold hands in her palms, stroking his brows and eyes with her fingertips, even though she knew he couldn't hear anything she said, she still couldn't help it, Want to chat with him ramblingly.

The voice was already choked.

"After you recover this time, live well for yourself."

"It's not worth digging out your heart and lungs for me."

"I don't dare to live up to your affection, but what can I give you back, so you just listen to me this time."

The wind blew the gauze curtains, the girl looked at him with tears in her eyes, her heart was burning hot, the tears couldn't be stopped, like pearls, falling one by one.

(End of this chapter)