Doctor Concubine Jinghua

Chapter 2415 Main Soul and Secondary Soul 9
sad?

The monk shook his head, no matter what relationship he had with Xiao Cai before he lost his memory, as long as she lived well in the future, then he would be happy for her, as for being sad, where did he start?
The village witch shook his head, and the monk couldn't ask anything, so he took his little Cai and left.

The woman weakly let him carry him and left the village, and then the two began to live a life of wandering and living in the world.

It's just that the woman is obviously a little irritable. Every time she practiced, she would be in a state of confusion. If he hadn't discovered it in time twice, she might have gone mad.

"Monk, my soul is in a mess. I have two thoughts fighting. I don't know who to listen to, and I don't know which of them is right." The woman was held in the arms of the monk and said without energy.

"Don't think about it anymore, it's fine for you and me to live like this." The monk comforted.

The woman gave him a blank look, and said: "How is this possible? When a man and a woman are together, they just hug each other and do nothing else. You can bear it, but I can't bear it!"

If she doesn't move her lust, then nothing will happen. The trouble with her headache is that she wants to have something to do with him, and it will be swept away in an instant. If she doesn't do anything, there will be nothing wrong with it.

The monk also had nothing to do with her.

The woman doesn't need him to care about it. Although it is uncomfortable, she still does not give up. How is it possible to ask her to have a spiritual relationship?

She wants to eat meat, she wants to eat monks, eat him up and make him completely her own.

But the ideal is beautiful, but the reality is skinny. In the days to come, she will not be able to eat anything except for a little oil.

The monk's clothes were half-faded, and she took them off, but after the stripping, she started to have a headache, and the monk looked helpless.

"Monk, what is my fate? Why is it so difficult to sleep with a man? Do I have to be a vegetarian for the rest of my life?" The woman said frustratedly as if she had encountered Waterloo in her life.

The monk smiled: "No problem."

The woman looked at him resentfully: "Don't you regret that you can't have a real match with me? My body is so beautiful, don't you have any interest!"

How could the monk be uninterested? Isn't it because she doesn't believe it? Otherwise, she must have taken away his Buddha's holy body now.

The woman just complained and complained casually, and lay back in his arms. The woman said, "When is this day? When you went to the old man, didn't he say anything useful?"

"No." The monk shook his head.

Except for the memory, there is really nothing to own. The village witch mainly wants to persuade him to turn around.

But now he is walking on the shore, not the sea of ​​bitterness, and even if it is the sea, the water in this sea is sweet, not the sea of ​​bitterness.

"Hey." The woman let out a long sigh.

The two of them didn't use any more spells, and returned to the village slowly. It was already three years later.

For three years, they sometimes spent the winter in the cave, and sometimes they spent the winter in temporary tents. Although life was not easy, generally speaking, it was passable.

"It's back again." The woman looked at Yangu who was as usual, and said.

The monk's eyes are soft.

"Monk, why do I feel that the two of us are a bit like the kind of poor couple who are infertile and have nowhere to go to find a doctor for help." The woman said.

(End of this chapter)