After rebirth, I became the black moonlight of the tyrant

Chapter 1187 Entering My Acacia Door
Seeing this, Yin Jiuqing's face darkened a bit, but he still didn't attack.

She was so beautiful, it was normal for him to be embarrassed to look at her.

She nodded, "I can let them go, but I have one condition."

"As long as the little monk can do it, I will go through fire and water for you."

His voice, with reassuring power, slowly entered her eardrums and flowed through her heart, leaving behind something called warmth.

"En." She said a word in a low voice, and looked up at him, "You will be my son-in-law, and I will let them go."

Li Cang looked at her in astonishment, as if he didn't expect that she would say these words so bluntly.

Her eyes, without the slightest evasion or dodge, met his gaze unstoppably.

In the past two years, everyone knew what she was thinking about him, and he knew it too.

However, he only had Buddha in his heart, without her.

And she has never done anything intimidating, but this time, she wants to try, maybe it will work.

Facing his astonished eyes, she pressed her step by step, "Didn't your Buddhists say that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda? Why, you don't plan to save it?"

Every time she took a step closer, he took a step back, and the astonishment in his eyes did not decrease in the slightest.

He didn't stop until there was nothing to retreat.

He clasped his hands together, and hurriedly moved his eyes away, "In this life, the little monk promised the Buddha that he would be the grass, trees and dust around him, devote himself to cultivating the Buddha, and save the world."

"Afterlife!" He spat out two words heavily, with seriousness in his eyes, "I would like to find a place where I don't know anyone, and live quietly with Xiaojiu."

Yin Jiuqing let out a chuckle of unknown meaning.

"What if I don't have an afterlife, and what if I'm a man in the next life?"

Li Cang: "..."

Coral stood on the side watching this scene silently without interrupting her.

The killers with their heads pinned to their waistbands were even more nervous.

They are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of waiting for death.

"Huh?" Seeing that he didn't speak, she took another step closer.

The ending sound rose, evoking a bewitching arc.

Li Cang heard the sound of his own heartbeat as if it was about to burst into his chest, but, as a monk, he has a heavy responsibility, how can he return?

"The little monk has always regarded loneliness as his tranquility and wandering as his destination. A Bodhi plant and a Guqin are all he has in this life. He is really not a good man."

She narrowed her eyes lightly, without any emotion, "So, you don't want to?"

He didn't speak, just lowered his eyelashes, "Amitabha."

As his words fell, a scream suddenly sounded in his ears, and at the same time, a really hot and humid touch felt on his face.

He opened his eyes and saw that the head of the first man in black kneeling on the ground had been cut off.

The blood splashed on his face.

The head fell to the ground, but stared at a pair of eyes, as if accusing him of wanting to die.

He looked at Yin Jiuqing in surprise, only to see that she was carelessly wiping the blood on the blade with a piece of white silk, and her every move revealed a kind of coldness engraved in her bones, bloodthirsty.

His heart also sank bit by bit.

Knowing that she bears a bloody feud, and knowing her suffering, even though he feels distressed, he does not approve of her indiscriminate killing.

He felt that he had never understood the person in front of him.

Whether it's Yu Shicheng two years later, or the eldest princess two years later, she is always the one who will use any means to achieve her goals.

(End of this chapter)