My Mysterious Doctor and Blessed Little Wife Is Such a Tease

"Jing Su, why are you still slacking off here? The presiding teacher's morning class has already started. If you don't go, you will be fined to copy Buddhist scriptures again today."

When the little nun heard someone calling her name, she was still in a daze for a while. She looked around, but she didn't see the broken Buddhist hall, the cold wind and cold weather, and even the Buddha statue that suppressed her stood in the Buddhist hall at this moment. Hall, sacred and majestic.

She suddenly thought of what Qin Xi said, and looked at her hands, "Have I really returned to the past?"

Although it was just a dream, this real dream still made her so excited that she didn't know what to say.

Jing Su seemed to have thought of something, stood up abruptly, turned around eagerly and ran in front of the Bodhi tree behind.

She still remembered that in order to skip morning class, she quietly came to the backyard to take a nap, and then she smelled a smell of blood, and then picked up Xu Lang who was seriously injured.

Seeing that he was about to meet the person whom he had been thinking about for more than three hundred years, Jing Su suddenly felt a feeling of being closer to his hometown, hesitating and nervous. I can't move my legs either.

There is an inexplicable fear in my heart, and I don't know what I am afraid of.

Just when she was at a loss, a dull sound suddenly came from her ear, like the sound of falling over the wall.

Jing Su's breath was stagnant, he had no time to think, and rushed over immediately, what he saw was Xu Ziyue falling from the wall.

At this time, he was unconscious, his face was pale, covered in blood, and there was a blood hole on his shoulder. Although he was not unconscious, it could be seen that he was very weak and his life was in danger at any time.

Even so, Xu Ziyue still clenched the hand holding the sword tightly, looking at Jing Su vigilantly and full of murderous intent, "Don't call, or I will kill you!"

Jing Su was taken aback, the first time he heard Xu Lang talking to him so coldly, although there was a little bit of loss, but when he thought of being with Xu Lang again, he was very excited and wished to rush into him directly. In my arms, telling about the 300 years of waiting.

In the end, she forcibly restrained herself, took a deep breath, and calmly shouted a Buddha's name, "Amitabha, this benefactor, you are seriously injured and should be treated sooner. The poor nun should take you back for treatment!"

Xu Ziyue shook his head, trying to see his clean and solemn face, but the injury was so serious that his vision was already blurred. If it wasn't for his instinctive vigilance, he might have passed out long ago.

"Go away, don't come close."

He snarled, and swung the long sword in his hand with all his strength, Jing Su stood there motionless, the sword edge cut open her skin instantly, leaving a shocking bloodstain.

Jing Su didn't care about the blood on his arm, but said in a flat tone, "Amitabha, Don't panic, the poor nun just wants to help you heal your wound."

Xu Ziyue's impetuous mood was slowly calmed down by this quiet voice for some reason, and his eyelids drooped uncontrollably when he relaxed. He couldn't hold on anymore, and fell limply on the grass.

Jing Su walked over quickly, looking at the man's face that haunted her dreams, tears streaming down her face, "Xu Lang, finally, we meet again."

The following days were the same as in the previous life, Jing Su and Xu Ziyue were together step by step, every day was sweet, and Xu Ziyue also taught her a lot like the previous life.

Until they had a skin-to-skin relationship again, Jing Su stood under the moonlight, looked calmly at the bright moon in the sky, and stroked his belly.

"Xu Lang, whether this is a dream or not, I will raise our children up."

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