Quick wear: Stunning witch lives a long life by giving birth to children

Jiang Qingxue gently covered him, comforting his restlessness.

"Sure enough, this is my first time. Fortunately, I have experienced many battles..."

Han Zhao had a long dream. He was entangled with the woman in the dream. In the dream, he forgot his last name and that he was the proud disciple of the abbot master. He just followed the instructions. The body's instincts struggled with the woman until death.

Indulged in it, unable to extricate themselves.

This dream lasts until daybreak.

At this time in the past, Han Zhao had already gone to do morning classes, but today he did not show up until the end of morning classes. Master Abbot thought he was sick, so he asked a young monk to go to the dormitory where he lived.

The courtyard where Han Zhao lives is extremely clean. There are only a few monks cleaning leaves in the courtyard.

The young monk went over and knocked on the door and shouted.

"Brother, are you sick?"

Han Zhao heard the noise and opened his eyes in discomfort, only to find that his clothes were disheveled and the room was filled with a strange smell. He looked over suddenly and saw Jiang Qingxue curled up into a ball with her hair messy and disheveled. He was still covered with his monk's robe.

"Donor Jiang, why are you here?"

His mind was in a mess. It turned out that everything last night was not a dream, but actually happened. How could Donor Jiang appear in his bed? He couldn't figure it out.

The junior brother outside was still knocking on the door persistently.

"Senior brother, what's wrong with you? Do you want me to come in and take a look?"

Han Zhao calmed down and said in a deep voice.

"It's okay, you go back and eat first."

The young monk was still a little worried, but thinking that now was the time for fasting meals, what if he went late and there was no fasting meal, so he called out thoughtfully.

"Then I'm leaving. I'm going to help senior brother save the fast food."

Finally leaving, Han Zhao breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly put on his clothes, shoes and socks, and then pushed Jiang Qingxue's body. Jiang Qingxue hummed delicately a few times, and then tightened his arms. The monk's robe fell asleep.

Han Zhao had no choice but to shake the person awake.

"Amitabha, Donor Jiang..."

Jiang Qingxue rubbed her eyes, suddenly threw herself into his arms, and said softly.

"Master Hanzhao, I like you and I want to give you a child. We became husband and wife last night. I will be yours from now on. You will be a monk all your life and I will wait for you all your life. If one day you want Return to secular life, but don’t forget me, I’m willing to marry you.”

Han Zhao's face was pale, he held on to his robe tightly and looked at her with burning eyes.

"Donor Jiang, how did you get in?"

Jiang Qingxue took out a string of Buddhist beads from under her pillow and placed it in front of him with a sad expression.

"I have admired you for a long time, thinking that I will leave early tomorrow morning, and maybe we will never see each other again in this life. I can't help but feel sad. I thought about giving this gift to you as a thought. Who knew that as soon as I got close, you would suddenly I pulled you into my arms, but don’t feel guilty, I am voluntarily having sex with you..."

Han Zhao obviously couldn't be fooled by her few words, and there was some anger in his eyebrows.

"Donor Jiang, why do you want to repay kindness with hatred and ruin my cultivation?"

Jiang Qingxue stood up weakly, brought herself to him, and said with tears in her eyes.

"I was wrong. I shouldn't have been obsessed with sex. Master Hanzhao, don't worry, I won't tell anyone. If you are really worried, you can kill me. Anyway, you saved my life." ."

Anyway, you will be ruined sooner or later, so you might as well do it in my hands. There are not many beautiful women like me. Even if you have three palaces, six courtyards, and seventy-two concubines in the future, you may not be able to beat me. It is an advantage for you.

Xiao Fuzi was watching a play on the side,

"He is very angry now, but he is very kind and will never kill. You continue to cry."

Jiang Qingxue saw the veins bulging on his clenched fists, but still restrained himself from attacking her, so she knew that he couldn't do it, it was just that he had no way to vent his anger.

She took her clothes and put them on, then cried pitifully.

"I forgot that you can't kill, so I'll just end it myself. I won't make it difficult for you."

After she finished speaking, she reached out to open the door, but Han Zhao dragged her back.

"There's someone out there!"

Jiang Qingxue pressed the handkerchief to the corner of her eyes.

"I forgot, I'll be fine soon."

She began to tidy up her hair and clothes in front of Han Zhao, who quickly turned away. After Jiang Qingxue finished tidying up, he went out and sent away the monks who were sweeping the courtyard.

Jiang Qingxue looked at him with sad and affectionate eyes.

"can I go now?"

Han Zhao was afraid that she had really committed suicide and incurred a life debt in vain, so he softened his tone and spoke gently.

"Donor Jiang, the mistake has been made, and the young monk is also at fault. You must not say anything to end yourself. You must take good care of it in the future."

Jiang Qingxue knew that Han Zhao's gentleness and politeness were all superficial. He seemed to be full of sympathy and pity for all living beings. In fact, he was the most cold and ruthless person. His pair of red and phoenix eyes were as dark and cold as the bottomless cold. Tan.

Han Zhao opened the door and looked at her quietly.

"Donor Jiang, please!"

Jiang Qingxue walked a few steps and looked at him lovingly.

"Master Hanzhao, marriage is destined by heaven. The red thread of Yue Lao has already firmly bound you and me. If you return to secular life in the future, you must marry me. If you don't marry me, even if you marry someone else, it won't last long. "

Han Zhao's face turned pale: "..."

Return to secular life? joke!

After she left, Han Zhao first lit the sandalwood. The sandalwood curled up, and the ambiguous atmosphere in the room seemed to be covered up. He opened the window and started to make the bed again.

Suddenly, a dazzling red flashed into his eyes, dots of falling red, like cold plums falling on the snow, which was particularly eye-catching. He closed his eyes in pain. It was he who broke the body of Donor Jiang.

He broke the lust ring...

At this time, all the monks in the temple had gone to have a fast meal. Jiang Qingxue returned to the dormitory smoothly without meeting anyone along the way. As soon as she entered the yard, she found that Fubai was already waiting for her.

"Master, where were you just now?"

Jiang Qingxue walked past him quickly and closed the door.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask."

She felt sore all over, so she sent Fubai to ask for a basin of hot water, washed up hastily, changed into clean clothes, and went to the abbot master with Fubai.

I've been bothering you for so long and I don't have any money, so I have to say something before leaving. As soon as the two of them walked to the door, they heard Han Zhao's slightly hoarse voice coming from inside. When he spoke to the abbot, he was gentle and humble, less arrogant and indifferent than usual.

Jiang Qingxue had just listened to a few words when the abbot spoke.

"Two donors, come in."

Jiang Qingxue walked in calmly and explained her purpose with a smile. From the beginning to the end, she did not look at Han Zhao. Han Zhao stood aside with his eyes lowered, but his ears were slowly stained with a layer of blush.

The abbot looked at Jiang Qingxue's increasingly glamorous and charming face, and then at the fubai beside her, and couldn't help but shake his head secretly. This girl is too outstanding, and there will be trouble in the future, either for others or for herself.

He stood up and said Amitabha, and then said a bunch of words that Jiang Qingxue couldn't understand. Fu Bai nodded frequently on the side with grateful eyes, so he must have understood.

Jiang Qingxue went out feeling refreshed, carried the baggage and went down the mountain without any regrets, without looking back. The goal had been achieved, and the next days were about raising the baby with peace of mind.

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