After the devil, she ran away again

Chapter 793

However, in order to avoid the current troubles, it is better to be a monk when you are a monk. It is better to bear the sea and the sky for a while than to be entangled by gay gods.

Du Ruo couldn't bear to part with her hair, but Han Yi finally shaved her head bald.

Du Yang works as a monk in Baiyun Temple, and Du Ruo works as a nun in Qingshui Temple on the top of the next mountain. In order to prevent his mother from being abducted by the evil demon, Han Yi naturally wants to follow her. He turned into a six or seven-year-old girl , directly entered Qingshui Nunnery in the name of Du Ruo's daughter.

"..." Du Ruo looked at himself in the glasses, his bald head was really not used to it, and his scalp felt a little cold.

Han Yi and Du Ruo were allocated in the same room, sitting cross-legged on the bed with his head resting on his head, and said, "Mother, although you have the green wood hairpin in your hand, you are still in a mortal body, why don't you follow me to cultivate demons?"

"No..." Du Ruo hesitated to refuse, but still didn't let go of the idea of ​​going home.

"Mother..." Han Yi saw the reluctance in her heart, and said ruthlessly, "Uncle Danzhu went to Marshal Tianpeng to help guide Ruoshui, but the formation was closed a step too late. The situation over there can be imagined, A few days have passed, even if the time is slower than in the human world here, at least half a year has passed."

Such a long time is enough for the evil spirits to harm all living creatures.I can't imagine what kind of terrifying environment it will be over there.

Du Ruo felt very sad, and now she was separated from Du Yang, the only person she knew well. Facing this son whom she had only known for a short time, no matter how much grievance she felt, she couldn't open her mouth.

Han Yi doesn't know how to comfort others, so he could only hug Du Ruo and pat her on the back, saying, "Mom, I'm still here, we are also a family, and this place can be home too."

"..." Du Ruo closed her eyes and didn't answer.

Qingshui nunnery is similar to the general nunnery. You have to get up very early in the morning to practice. The newcomers are responsible for carrying water and chopping firewood, and then join the morning training team after finishing.It's nothing more than some boxing skills, which can barely be used for self-defense.Most of the time is spent chanting scriptures, and I can find something to do by myself in my free time.

Du Ruo continued to write about her colleagues in a sneaky way. The two people who lingered, also gave her a lot of inspiration.

She put her head down and worked hard to write a book, trying her best to construct a story about a despicable and shameless evil demon, who was subdued by the noble and elegant warm god of war.The more she wrote, the angrier she became. Even if Yinzhu caused her father to be possessed by an evil spirit, would he have no other choice as a Demon Lord?Said that she was in love with her in the previous life, but she managed to get her hands on her father-in-law?
Oh yes, and Yinzhu, who deserves a thousand cuts, is also included.

Du Ruo continued to write viciously, and created a story of a seductive and seductive Yaozun, Yu Mozun who became a rival in love and was finally conquered by the God of War.

If Danzhu sees it, I don't know how I feel if I am lucky enough to be the main attacker in the fanfiction.

"Huh..." After writing a chapter, Du Ruo put down his pen and let out a sigh of relief, and stretched a little tiredly.

"Hui Jing." The senior sister from Qingshui Temple walked in, as if she had something to explain.Huijing is Du Ruo's dharma name for becoming a monk.

Du Ruo was so frightened that she quickly covered the paper on the table. If she didn't move, she might not be discovered, but if such an obvious movement was not suspected, she would really be blind.

The senior sister is not blind, so she immediately saw Du Ruo's abnormality, and stretched out her hand, "Hand it over."

"I just scribbled..." Du Ruo tried to argue.

"Hand it over." The senior sister repeated impatiently.

(End of this chapter)