Chapter 3509
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The red flame turned into a lotus, and the figure of the woman in red merged with the long saber.
Leng Yumo's eyes were filled with determination.
Since there was no way out, she had to fight with her life on the line.
Even if there were no bones left, at least she did not cower.
The flood dragon slowly revealed its body that covered the sky. It looked at the lowly human who dared to resist and revealed a mocking expression.
Its huge claws stretched out, and in an instant, it could grab the weak body and crush it into meat paste.
It liked to listen to the mournful wails of its prey in its claws and mouth.
However, just as the flood dragon's claws were about to stretch out, its body suddenly froze.
Its huge eyeballs moved stiffly.
Finally, it landed in front of Leng Yumo.
A little monk wearing a golden-red kasaya had appeared there.
A pair of pitch-black, bottomless eyes was quietly looking at it.
The golden alms bowl in his hand emitted a faint light.
The flood dragon's body instinctively trembled.
It had a fear of the golden alms bowl from the depths of its soul.
"Amitabha," the little monk softly said.
A cinnabar dot quietly appeared between his eyebrows.
It made the originally pure, pure, and holy face inexplicably have a bit of evil aura that made people tremble.
The deep sonorous voice of the Buddhist Dharma flowed out from his opened and closed lips.
A red light shot out from the golden alms bowl and directly pierced the flood dragon's eyebrows.
A mournful scream resounded through the sky.
The seawater below violently surged, setting off raging waves.
The huge beasts under the sea desperately hid in the depths of the sea. They were as quiet as cicadas in winter, shivering in fear.
Finally, the body of the screaming dragon disappeared, and there was a small silver-blue snake in the golden alms bowl of the little monk.
However, it only lasted for a moment before it disappeared into the golden alms bowl.
The little monk slowly turned around and looked at the pale girl with bloodstains at the corner of her mouth. He slightly lowered his head and said, "Amitabha, Benefactor Leng, are you alright …"
Before he could finish his sentence, he saw the body of the person in front of him sway slightly.
She directly fell into the sea.
"Yumo!" The little monk's expression changed. Without thinking, he rushed over and hugged her.
"Are you badly injured?"
Jing Yuan did not realize that his voice was trembling in panic.
However, as soon as he said that, he realized that something was wrong.
The girl in his arms looked at him with a faint smile.
Although he was indeed injured, it wasn't to the point where he couldn't even fly.
"Little monk, when did you start following me in secret?"
Jing Yuan's face instantly turned red.
After a long while, he stammered, "Little monk, I … I'm not …"
Halfway through his sentence, he realized that he was still hugging Leng Yumo.
Their bodies were so close to each other.
He was so close that he could clearly feel her warmth.
There was also the feeling of his fingertips hugging her tightly. Even if they were separated by clothes, it was impossible to ignore.
Jing Yuan hurriedly tried to loosen his grip. "I … I was rude …"
Unexpectedly, Leng Yumo grabbed his clothes and said weakly, "My spiritual power has been exhausted. Are you going to throw me into the sea if you let go of me?"
Jing Yuan, who was about to let go, suddenly tightened his grip.
This time, it was … it was too tight.
It was so tight that it seemed like it wanted to directly knead people into its bones and blood.
Leng Yumo could not help but groan.
Jing Yuan's face, which was already red, seemed to be burning.
At the same time, he could not suppress his rapid heartbeat and heavy breathing.
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