After falling from the devil, the villain leader quit her job

Song Xi no longer hides it.

Unceremoniously, he lifted several tiles and jumped down calmly.

Jingchen Buddha looked at the princess bedroom that was about to be turned into an open roof with some puzzlement, then turned his head to look at the door, and reminded seriously, "Song Xi, you can't do this, demolishing people's houses will damage merit."

Song Xi: "..."

Such a strict Jingchen Buddha.

She just watched the flower pickers in TV dramas all the time peeping like this, so she just tried it on a whim.

"You really have a problem."

The whites of Yao Nanjun's eyes were faintly red, and there were bloodstains on her clothes from cutting her wrists when she just recruited ghosts, leaving wet dark marks on her bright red dress.

Jingchen Buddha held the human bone bead string full of black cracks in the palm of his hand, his brows and eyes were indifferent, but the words he said made people feel cold in the bottom of his heart.

"This string of human bone beads is the bones of Yao Nanjun, the real Zhen Guo princess."

Crazy all the time, shouting to rush forward, Yao Nanjun, who was held down by Ye Wangyou, suddenly became quiet, her bloodshot eyes were full of bewilderment, she stared blankly at the string of human bone beads, and muttered in her mouth.

"No, it must be fake..."

Jingchen Buddha handed the restless human bone beads directly to Song Xi, without pretending to be someone else's hand.

Although the bead string transformed by an unjust soul in the world can't pose any threat to everyone in the world of cultivating immortals, but if there is no Buddha's light or the power of merit to protect the body, it will be somewhat unlucky.

Song Xi didn't answer, and glanced sideways at Yao Nanjun who was still trying to rush over after being held down by Ye Wangyou.

"Give it to her." Song Xi said lightly.

Jingchen Buddha followed Song Xi's gaze, and his cold brows were extremely calm, "No, the resentment is too heavy, and she can't bear it as a mortal."

Song Xi looked at this dead-headed man with no understanding of seven emotions and six desires with some headaches, and made up his mind, "Has your Buddha's light purify resentment?"

Jingchen Fozi was taken aback by the question.

Why are you dismantling it?

Jingchen Buddha replied honestly: "...No."

"The power of merit in me that you said can't purify this string of beads, can it?" Song Xi patiently explained.

She had a hunch that if she didn't explain it clearly to this deadhead, he would be able to release 13 words like "If you want a bead string, step over my corpse first".

Jingchen Buddhist disciples do not have the seven emotions and six desires, and everything they do is based on the Buddhist rules and regulations as the first principle.

Jingchen Fozi thought about it carefully, and nodded in agreement with Song Xi's statement, "It can't either."

"But you trust me and give her the string of beads." Song Xi raised his chin in the direction of the fake Yao Nanjun, "Make a bet? She can purify."

"I don't believe it." Jingchen Buddha said without thinking.

In his cognition, his sect——Buddhism, is to use himself to save others, relying on the Buddha's light to save others, and his Buddha's light has been pure since he was a child, and he is the best among his fellow disciples.

Therefore, although the master said that he lacks emotion, lacks empathy, and cannot empathize with others, this is his biggest shortcoming as a Buddhist disciple.

But he never thought it was a problem.

He can maintain absolute reason at all times and abide by the most rigid dogma.

The most outstanding disciple of Buddhism, the world of Jingchen Buddha——

It's either black or white.

Jingchen Buddha's son is even more confident in his strength. How can a mortal be able to purify his grievances that his Buddha's light can't purify.

"Buddhist Jingchen." Song Xi didn't refute, but said calmly, "One cannot be irrational. This is indeed very important. In many times of crisis, it is rationality that makes the most correct choice for us."

"But you can't deny that bonds and love between human beings are equally important."

"In my opinion, this is the greatest reliance for human beings to survive in this world of the jungle and the jungle."

She is a psychiatrist, and the only medical miracle she has ever seen is that a mental illness that medicine and drugs can only suppress is cured by warmth.

In this world, exploitation and deception are unavoidable, but redemption always shines brightly.

Song Xi took the human bone beads, turned around, and before Jingchen could react, he gently put the human bone beads into Yao Nanjun's hands.

"Your Royal Highness is still here." Song Xi said softly, raising his hand to pat Yao Nanjun's shoulder reassuringly, "Say goodbye."

Yao Nanjun received it in a daze, and the scattered black cracks faded instantly, and the cold and evil aura disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Jingchen Buddha was taken aback, and the hand that subconsciously reached out to take back the human bone beads froze in mid-air.

The instant the resentment of the human bone beads was restrained, a slightly illusory figure popped out of the beads.

Blood stains and mud co-exist, and the woman in the dirty dress, even though she is messed up, still does not lose her elegance, and her brows carry an innate dignity.

This is the real Nanzhao Kingdom's most honorable Zhen Guo Princess, Yao Nanjun.

She bent down, full of ghostly air, and gently wiped away the tears of the fake Yao Nanjun who was holding the human bone beads in her hands and her face was full of tears, and said in a gentle voice with a trace of reproach, "A Nian, don't cry."

"The first time I saw you, you were crying."

"It's been so many years, why haven't you made any progress?"

Yao Nanjun raised her hand and took off the human skin mask on Anian's face, revealing a gentle and delicate face.

Ah Nian let her move, and raised her hand in a daze to touch Yao Nanjun, but no matter how solid Yao Nanjun's figure was, she was still not a human being.

Yao Nanjun was able to touch Anian through ghost energy as a medium. Anian was just an ordinary person, but after all, she could no longer hug her most respected princess, Her Royal Highness.

People and ghosts have different ways.

Anian's hand passed through Yao Nanjun's illusory figure in a daze, tears welled up, "Your Highness..."

"I want to avenge you...you wait for me, as long as I revive you, I will definitely make you die that week, I..."

Yao Nanjun sighed softly, bent down, and hugged the choking Ah Nian into her arms.

Ah Nian suddenly stopped crying.

She was a little dazed.

On the street ten years ago, she was sold into a brothel by her biological father for the price of rice, and she couldn't escape.

Thousands of people taste a little bit of vermilion lips, and ten thousand people pillow a pair of jade arms.

Because of her beauty, Ah Nian was praised as the top card.

She believed in the love promised by a scholar in a place where sensuality and money were traded.

She guarded her body like a jade for him, and escaped for him with many scars, but she only got one sentence - how can a little bit of red lips be worthy of a champion like me.

She was disheartened and unaccompanied.

The old procuress of the brothel refused to let her cash cow go, she didn't want to go back, so she could only hide.

When she was about to die on the street, it was Yao Nanjun who saved her life.

She hated her pretty face the most. She even thought, if it wasn't for this face, would she not be sold away by her father, won't be praised as the top card by brothels, and won't be held in the top of her heart? Listen to sweet talk.

In this way, you will not be deceived and let down, and you will not be slapped severely by reality.

She hated her face.

Ah Nian attributed all her misfortunes to her beauty.

When she was most desperate, it was Yao Nanjun who did not dislike her at all, and held her in his arms with a warm voice.

"It's not your fault to be beautiful, don't punish yourself for other people's mistakes."

The noble princess is gentle and beautiful, gently wiping away her tears with soft and delicate fingers.

It is the only light in Ah Nian's gloomy and betrayal life.

"Others praise you for being beautiful, but I, I wish you always a false alarm in times of adversity."

"A Nian, don't cry."