Chapter 424: Buddha's Fate (31)

"That's right, that demon girl brutally murdered the disciple of Liuyun Sect, she must have been a person with evil intentions. It is really normal to do such a thing."

"This witch, her heart is too vicious, it's almost impossible to escape the blame!"

These so-called decent people looked filled with righteous indignation, and without any explanation, they put their hats on Jiang Si, that is, Fu Yue.

Listening to the ear-piercing and unpleasant voices.

The monk in snow frowned delicately.

In a deep voice, "Shut up."

This is the first time that Fanxiu has shown his emotions in front of everyone. He has always looked like he is neither happy nor angry, compassionate, like a Buddha who has no desires or desires.

Fanxiu lowered his cool and long eyelashes, covering the unknown expression in his pupils.

Light-colored thin lips open and close.

"When right and wrong are uncertain, don't make wild guesses about her."

Fanxiu said this obviously to help Fu Yue. To be honest, there must be some selfishness in it.

However, due to the image of this holy monk in the eyes of everyone on weekdays is too virtuous, no one questioned his words, but blamed himself for being too arbitrary.

"Yes, yes, what the holy monk said is that we are too arbitrary and speculate on others without definite evidence."

"I'm really ashamed..."

It's so fast to change faces one by one.

Fanxiu stared at the Buddhist beads in his hands, but his thoughts were far away. His dark eyes trembled slightly, and the delicate and beautiful face of the girl gradually appeared in front of his eyes.

Although it is Yaozu.

But those black and white eyes, pure and innocent, and a bit of arrogance pretending to be evil, people can't hate at all.

Could it be her...

Fanxiu silently denied this idea.

Absolutely impossible.

His heart, which had always been calm in the ancient well, now had little ripples and a little bit of very faint anger.

Fanxiu was a little angry, of course he was not angry with Fu Yue, but angry with himself, angry that he had become suspicious of Fu Yue.

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The night is like water.

Qin Wanwan slept alone in her room. Because she lost her spirit root, her face was as pale as a ghost, and her body became weaker day by day.

She didn't sleep well, and would turn over from time to time. The blue under her eyes symbolized that she hadn't slept well for many days.

Qin Wanwan opened her eyes in a daze.

The eyelashes were opened, and she blinked twice slowly. After adapting to the harsh light, her vision gradually became clear.

caught the eye.

It was a beautiful girl in red, with a mask on her face, and she was standing at the head of her bed with her arms folded, with a mocking expression on her face.

Qin Wanwan's pupils shrank, and she was about to scream subconsciously.

Anyone who sees a person appearing in his room in the middle of the night, still standing at the head of his bed, will feel scared when he encounters this.

Then, Qin Wanwan found in despair that her voice could no longer come out. She shrank back in fear and kept shaking her head towards Fu Yue, as if begging her not to hurt her.

Fu Yue sat down on his own.

"Do you want to know who stole your spiritual root?"

After hesitating for a moment, Qin Wanwan nodded.

Although she didn't know who this girl was, she still told the truth.

Fu Yue chuckled: "It's your good senior sister, Song Yu'er."

Qin Wanwan's pupils shrank.

She raised her eyes sharply to stare at Fu Yue viciously, opened her lips, and said your nonsense.