Pampering the Spicy Little Crazy Wife

"No problem."

"We must find a way to untie it. When I go back, I will also find a way." Shallow Xi serious say, every time looking at master cough, but oneself helpless, in the heart all don't know is what taste.

This time, Qian Xi didn't say too much. She didn't know what to say. Too much was hidden in her heart. She believed that we would see each other again, so there was no need to be sad. No need to... Ah! She doesn't have to be sad, but she can't help worrying about master's illness.

In the guest room.

Daokong brings Mingwu Minghe.

Nangong Jue stood up and looked at the two little monks in front of him, with a cold smile on his lips

Both Ming Wuming and he were frightened and trembled. They saw the coming of death.

No one knows what happened.

But later, when Feng Qianxi was looking for Ming Wuming and revenge, he couldn't find him. It was said that he was injured, and he was driven out of the temple by the Lord.

There are various versions.

If she wanted to get revenge again, she would be defeated. But does it seem that someone has already got revenge for her? Although it seems that the revenge is a little heavy for them.

The next day, Asahi and Nangong Jue left the temple as promised. They came out to send some monks, such as Mingjing and yuanxiu, as well as Taoist monk daokong.

Nianshuier didn't come after sleeping in.

Wind shallow Xi looked around for a long time, no master? Won't Shifu come to see her off?

Ah

Think and always can't help but sigh, even before leaving can't see face? I feel sad when I think about it.

"Qian Xi, I'll be here when I have time." Mingjing waved to her with a smile.

Shallow Xi nodded: "well."

"All the way."

"Well." Nodding, Feng Qianxi looked at daokong: "master daokong, my master..."

"The Lord didn't come to see you off. Maybe he was resting." Dao Kong seemed to know what she wanted to say, so he said.

Shallow heart nodded: "well, I know, but Shifu is not in good health. He always coughs. You should pay more attention. If there is anything wrong with the poison, you must find a way to treat it. Maybe you should go to other places for treatment."

"I know, the Lord is only proper."

She delayed saying goodbye, but the master didn't come out.

"It's time to go." Nangong Jue has been outside the chanyue temple. A helicopter stopped by his side, the door had been opened, and he stood by the escalator

Feng Mou looks back at the Zen Moon Temple again, leaving a sigh in her heart. She turns and leaves helplessly, and goes to Nangong Jue's side. She gets on the plane.

After he came up, the door of the cabin was slowly closed, and the sound of spiral rotation was faintly felt. Slowly, the plane flew away. She lay with her hands on the window of the plane and looked at the monks outside the chanyue temple. This time, I really want to see you again. Although I said I would come back, I don't know when it was.

If you don't see the master, you will feel lonely.

When the plane took off to a certain extent, the panoramic view of chanyue temple came into her eyes. There was the hall of chanyue temple, where... Was Xiyuan, and there was Dongyuan.

Why?

Wind shallow Xi seems to see what nervous PA in the window, eyes with fog, looking at the gradually small Dongyuan, she tears and smile.

In the East Garden of chanyue temple, moyou stands there, his black and golden robe, his long hair blown up by the wind from time to time, his hands behind his back, his head gently raised, looking at the helicopter flying farther and farther.

His face is still so pale, not thick not light eyebrows, narrow eyes with a little ethereal, high nose, a little white lips.

Looking there, he had no expression, until the plane had gone away like a small black spot in the air, and then he turned back to his meditation room.

On the plane.

The wind is shallow and Xi is still lying on the window. Master, it turns out that you don't come to see me off. Although it's far away, it's enough. It's really enough.

A tissue was handed to her.

Feng Mou turns and falls to Nangong Jue. Looking at the tissue he handed over, she takes it and wipes off her tears: "thank you."

"It seems that I sent you here for more than a month. Your mind is locked in this mountain."

"You don't understand..." Qian Xi lowered his head.

Nangong Jue sat on one side of her with her body tilted and her hand leaning on the cushion. Her posture looked extremely elegant. She leaned forward with a smile at the corner of her mouth: "I don't understand? I really don't understand your relationship with the Lord of chanyue temple. "

"He's my master."

"Shifu... I remember Qiu Ze, the hand of the weapon maker, was also your Shifu. When you left the black market city, you didn't show such reluctance."

Qian Xi took a look at Nangong Jue and breathed heavily. After a little silence, he said, "in one's life, one will meet many people, and each one will give others different experiences. I believe that if I never meet moyou in my life, I will still be the one who dreams occasionally, and then start to run day after day, drowning in this noisy city. I will not understand that there is such a person in this world. If life has never met, I will not believe that there is a kind of people who can never tire of seeing, and there is a kind of people who feel warm when they know each other. "

Meet different people, there will be different experiences, she respects master Qiu Ze, is still as an elder, respected Master. But what about moyou? He is also his master. In addition to respecting his teacher, he also has extra emotion for Mo you. She deeply knows how important moyou is to her in just one month.

Later, in the noisy city outside, I know that no matter how many times I shout "master, help me...", you will never appear again.

I rely on you, have to leave this dependence heart.

It's like digging a piece of meat from your heart.

Perhaps, master moyou gave her, there are more... She has countless things, let her hard to give up.

She was sad, but his face was a little dark. He pulled her over and pressed her on the bench. Of course, instead of letting her lie down, he was lying there.

"Why are you pressing me? Let me up, let me up. " She struggled like a dead fish, trying to get up from the bench.

But his palm pressed her very tightly, so that she could not move on the sofa.

"I forgot one thing. Before I left, master daokong gave me some medicine. It's said that your health is not good enough, and you need to wipe medicine for treatment. "

"Oh, what are you doing with me?"

"If you don't climb down, how can I treat you?" He said, the hand on her back slowly moved down, a little bit of touch to her waist below the place.