Pampering the Spicy Little Crazy Wife

"No!" Mingjing screamed, but it couldn't be stopped at all. The other party had been ready for a long time. When the fire went down, the water that had been splashed with oil all burned up in an instant. It's like a bonfire.

Shallow Xi opened his eyes wide, and between his eyes, he was in the middle of the bonfire. He saw the fire burning under his feet, and it would burn to her in a few minutes. In a short time, she will be buried in the sea of fire: "Hey, how can you be so reckless! What's the right to say you're a monk? What's the right to say compassion over and over again! "

"Help, help." Yuan Xiu turned around and yelled. The monk standing on his side also began to pour water.

Buckets of water poured down, watering out a corner of the firewood, let it emit a thick black smoke. But they had only a few buckets of water, but they didn't have it when they spilled it. They had to fetch water again.

And hurriedly carrying the bucket to fetch water.

On the other side, people seem more leisurely. Some people continue to chant scriptures, while others light up the fire that has just been extinguished.

Yuanxiu Mingjing is basically at a disadvantage. It's not as fast to draw water as others!

"Your name is Yuanliu, isn't it? And Mingwu and Minghe, are you not afraid of being punished by heaven when you do this?"!? You are still monks! " Shallow Xi has been shouting, wriggling his hand, trying to get rid of the rope that binds him, but it's a dead hook and can't be untied.

She has been shouting, sometimes even do not know what to say, only know that they can not die, to learn arts, but inexplicably died, that also died too unjust, right?

"Benefactor Feng, you can be at ease. After a while, you will be able to erase people's troubles and enjoy yourself." Yuan Liu did not forget to say a word to Qian Xi.

In the fire, the voice was drowned a lot. She heard some indistinctly, and cried out: "I'm just a layman, so I don't need to go to bliss!"

"Master, master, what should I do?" The mirror is also anxious.

"Yuanliu, if you insist on this, don't blame me for doing it." The round Xiu one hand suddenly for palm, hit past.

When Mingjing saw this, she didn't care so much. She directly started with Mingwu Minghe.

The scene was chaotic. The chanting of sutras, the beating of beatings, the ignition of fires, and the monks who continued to pour water to save people.

And in such a situation, the most headache is shallowly Xi, and it's not just a headache. She's dying, and her feet are so hot.

"Cough, cough, cough." Because of the black smoke from the fire, she kept coughing. It's getting difficult to breathe. Sweating all over.

What's more, the cross that helped her also began to loosen. It was obviously because she was burned by the fire. If she continued to burn, once the cross was burned, she would fall into the sea of fire!

She was confused and hot.

The fire became fiercer and fiercer. She could only squint and watch the fire coming to her.

You're not going to die like this?

So many times, life has experienced so many things, five years ago, he did not die, in exchange for rebirth. To become a hunter, she lived through too many storms. For the hunter's task, she was alive. She escaped from birth by mu Qianchen's sword.

I always talk about going up the mountain of swords and going down the sea of fire, but I didn't expect that I could really end up in the sea of fire now. Oh... How ironic it is?

Will you die?

Is life so fragile?

Will I die in this place no one knows?

The noise of the fire spread, chanting, and fighting were all buzzing in her ears. She didn't see any paradise, only endless dark hell!

"Brush..."

In the golden flame, suddenly a black and golden figure passed by. When the wind was shallow and the sun was dim, the rope that bound her body was untied.

She was put up an arm and flew down from the shelf in the sea of fire

Shallow Xi Feng eyes sleepy looking at the side of the frame with his people? Is it a dream? This Fire Sea shelf, unexpectedly someone can come up, and pull her to jump? Won't it burn?

Do you really see God?

Am I dead?

Will I be the soul now?

Her feet suddenly fell to the ground, and the fire was burning behind her. She was pulled away from the sea of fire by the dark golden figure. What kind of Kung Fu would it take to do this?

The soul doesn't touch the ground, does it? The sense organs are still so clear, she began to know that she is not dead, this is not the soul, turning her eyes to look at the people around her.

He saved her?

Who is he?

Why are you wearing a hat? It is a common cover hat in TV dramas. The hat is inlaid with a layer of gauze, which directly covers the chest, making people unable to see his appearance clearly.

A black robe, black robe with needle and thread embroidered with a golden dragon, very special, very strange, and his body is covered with a dark gold cassock, which also has a strange pattern.

Good is domineering!

Don't ordinary monks wear yellow cassocks with red ones? Why is this man really black with gold? It seems so unique, not to mention, there is also a kind of hard to get close to the atmosphere.

"Lord, Lord!"

"Lord

At this moment, all the monks are facing the wind, hands together, bending down, respectfully addressing

Lord?

The wind shallow Xi head hummed for a while, once again look at the side to grasp her arm man, Lord? Is he the Lord? The supreme ruler of this temple?

Eyes once enlarge, although under the gauze, can't see his appearance clearly, but this is definitely not a centenarian's appearance! On the contrary, very young?

The Lord released Feng Qianxi's arm, and his sight turned and fell on the monks: "what's the system?"

"Lord! It's... "Circular flow wants to explain something.

Yuan Xiuli said: "Lord, this is what yuan Liu connived at."

"Shut up." The LORD spoke, as light as the wind.

A moment of silence, just the noise of the main courtyard, suddenly become only the sound of firewood burning behind, shallow Xi looking at the man beside. Not like a monk at all? Instead, it's like a God. Every word, every word, has an irresistible force.

Even the three Zen masters' yuanxiu and Yuanliu have to bow their heads. I'm afraid master daokong will be so respectful here! What kind of character is the Lord?