"Jing Su, why are you still slacking off here, Master Shi Tai's morning class has already started, if you don't go, you will be fined for copying Buddhist scriptures again today."

When the little girl heard someone call her name, she was still in a trance for a while. She looked around, but could not see the broken temple or the cold weather, and even the statue of the Buddha who suppressed her was standing there. Church, sacred and majestic.

   She suddenly thought of what Qin Xi said, and looked at her hands, "I really went back to the past?"

  Although it was just a dream, this kind of real dream still made her so excited that she didn’t know what to say.

  Jingsu seemed to think of something, stood up abruptly, turned around eagerly and ran to the Bodhi tree behind.

   She still remembered that in order to skip the morning class, she quietly came to the backyard to take a nap, and then smelled a **** smell, and then picked up Xu Lang who was seriously injured.

Seeing that he was about to see someone who had been thinking about his heart for more than three hundred years, Jing Su felt a sense of near-nostalgia and more timidity, hesitating and nervous, originally running here in a hurry, but when he really came to the front, what happened? I can't move my legs either.

   There is an inexplicable fear in my heart, and I don't know what I am afraid of.

   Just when she was at a loss, a dull sound suddenly came from her ear, as if she fell over a wall.

   Jingsu's breathing stagnated, and he didn't have time to think about it, he rushed over immediately, and what he saw was Xu Ziyue falling from the wall.

   At this time, he was unconscious, his face was pale, his body was covered in blood, and there was a blood hole on his shoulder. Although he was not in a coma, it could be seen that he was very weak and his life was in danger at any time.

  Even so, Xu Ziyue still held the sword tightly in his hand, looking at Jing Su with vigilance and murderous intent, "Don't scream, or I'll kill you!"

Jing Su was stunned for a moment. It was the first time he heard Xu Lang talking to him so cold. Although there was a little bit of loss, when he thought of being with Xu Lang again, he was very excited and wished he could directly jump into him. Arms, telling the 300 years of waiting.

   In the end, she forcibly restrained herself, took a deep breath, and calmly said a Buddha name, "Amitabha, this benefactor, you should be treated early for your serious injury, and the poor nun should take you back for treatment!"

  Xu Ziyue shook his head and tried his best to see his clear face, but the injury was so serious that his vision was already blurred. If it wasn't for his instinctive vigilance, he would have been in a coma long ago.

   "Go away, don't get close."

   He snarled and swung the long sword out of his hand with all his strength. Jing Su stood there motionless, and the sword edge slashed her skin instantly, leaving a shocking bloodstain.

  Jingsu didn't care about the blood on his arm, but said in a flat tone, "Amitabha, don't panic, the poor nun just wants to help you heal."

  Xu Ziyue's original impetuous mood was somehow calmed down by this quiet voice. This relaxation caused his eyelids to droop uncontrollably. He couldn't hold it any longer and fell softly on the grass.

  Jingsu walked over quickly, looking at the man's face that made her dream, tears streamed down, "Xu Lang, finally, we meet again."

The days after    were the same as in the previous life, Jing Su was with Xu Ziyue step by step, every day was sweet and sweet, and Xu Ziyue taught her a lot like the previous life.

   Until they had skin-to-skin relationship again, Jing Su stood under the moonlight, looked calmly at the bright moon on the sky, and stroked his stomach.

   "Xu Lang, whether this is a dream or not, I will raise our children."

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