Chapter 428: Buddha's Fate (35)

Before leaving, Fu Yue closed the door lightly, and through the half-closed door, she took a last look at Fanxiu. The light in her eyes was extremely deep and dark, and she seemed to be unable to control herself and wanted to say something, but she couldn't bear it anymore. down.

turn around.

Leaving step by step.

The red-clothed banshee's beautiful eyebrows and eyes were deep and complicated, and the pale moonlight from the night sky fell down, hitting her face indistinctly.

why……

Fu Yue could feel that Fanxiu had feelings for her.

He condoned her wanton mischief time and time again, and even violated the creed he had always adhered to, allowing her to do anything wrong in the world of cultivating immortals.

Rather than saying that Fanxiu doesn't love her, it's better to say that he doesn't want to admit that he loves her.

Thinking of Fanxiu's identity, Fu Yue paused, as if she had thought of something.

Half of the girl's face was hidden in the night, her fingertips pinching her sleeves, the narrow corners of her eyes, and the arcs at the ends of her eyes were extremely beautiful, like the mist swept out by thick ink.

I don't want to admit it.

still can not?

...

Inside the Zen room.

The snow-clothed monk sitting cross-legged, his eyes closed, his curled eyelashes drooping softly, his face was so pale that there was no trace of blood.

He clasped his hands together.

The thin lips opened and closed, reciting scriptures in a low voice.

Suddenly, Fanxiu's eyes opened.

His complexion became extremely ugly at this moment, his slender and delicate eyebrows were slightly frowned, and a bit of unspeakable pain flashed across his face.

Fanxiu bent down.

Caught off guard, a mouthful of blood just spit out.

This result, Fanxiu seemed to have expected it a long time ago, he was not surprised at all, the corners of his pale lips curled up in a helpless arc.

Raise your fair wrist.

As far as the eye can see.

A blood-red line mark, very thin, slowly rises from bottom to top at an extremely slow speed, if you don't look closely, you can't see it at all.

There is still about two inches from the base of the palm.

In the early years.

The oath that Fanxiu had made was actually fulfilled at this time. He once vowed that in this life, he will serve the Buddha with his body, and he will never be contaminated by half-mortal love entanglements.

And now, even the Buddha is aware of his betrayal... This is punishment.

Fanxiu knew that the appearance of this bloodstain showed that he had already admitted his feelings for Jiang Si from the bottom of his heart.

He didn't even want to deceive himself.

Love is love.

What is there to fear of death?

The monk in the snow-clothed eyes was delicate and picturesque, and the corners of his blood-stained lips gradually evoked a relieved smile. His eyes were sad and regretful, but there was no regret at all.

So what if the Buddha bones that are about to be completed are destroyed.

So what if you betray your own beliefs.

Fanxiu is not afraid of death.

It's just a pity that he can't be with the girl who made his heart beat.

That's why he rejected Fu Yue so resolutely.

Since they are destined to be unable to stay together, why bother to drag her down.

Even if they are working hard towards a lifetime of companionship, but the distance is too long and they tear each other day by day, this love that shouldn't exist will eventually come to nothing.

There is a kind of love that can only be hidden in the bottom of my heart forever.

The snow-clothed monk's beautiful and gentle eyes lowered. He stood up, walked to the bookshelf, opened the secret compartment, and took out a folding fan from inside.

Fingers touched the fan bone.

Fanxiu felt as if he was getting an electric shock, his fingertips shrank suddenly, and then he froze in place again, his expression flashed unnaturally.

This folding fan was casually thrown away by Fu Yue that day, but he picked it up and kept it well.