Chapter 4265

"I'm really fine."

"In fact, the souls of those children are long gone from the little boy, but the resentment before death can't dissipate! The Buddha's light can make them barely maintain their human shape, and slowly follow the Buddha's guidance to where they should go. You don't have to worry."

Forgetting dust raised his hand and wiped the blood on his lower lip. He didn't expect to expose his physical condition in front of people. It seems that he still overestimated himself.

Forgetting dust doesn't want Jiang Xinrui to worry, and doesn't want Jiang Xinrui to know his physical condition.

If Jiang Xinrui knows that no matter whether Huasheng will get the news about him or not, forgetting dust feels uncomfortable, it is a contradictory emotion.

"I see! But don't you really need help? Your breath is very unstable... Although I don't know what's going on with you, I know what you need to do. It really doesn't matter?"

Jiang Xinrui looked at the blurred figure behind the screen.

If she had known that forgetting dust would hurt like this, she wouldn't come to find forgetting dust to help solve it. Some things should be prioritized. Wanfeng would die if she didn't forget dust!

Plus now Wanfeng has other secrets. At this point, Wanfeng must not have an accident.

"I'm fine... Have you forgotten that there is still a border left by your mother?"

"If you don't go, I'll see you off, because you have broken the rules of Zhaojue temple. Don't make me too embarrassed..."

Forgetting dust quickly adjusts his breath. It is precisely because of the boundary left by Huasheng that he can not do as much as before. He is a keeper. So how can forgetting dust let Jiang Xinrui spend his spiritual power to help him?

Hearing the speech, Jiang Xinrui didn't speak again, but her expression was indeed a little complicated. Then she looked at Ling Shujun to take he Sizhe away. When she left, Jiang Xinrui looked at the screen again and wondered why Wan Feng didn't make a sound?

And Chifeng, shouldn't he be guarding Wan Feng? Since she stepped into Zhaojue temple, Jiang Xinrui has not noticed the breath of Chifeng. She has been with Chifeng for several years. Even if Jiang Xinrui has not deliberately expressed anything, the breath of Chifeng has long been in Jiang Xinrui's heart, and what is familiar cannot be familiar.

"Beautiful sister, thank you for saving me. Are you going to send me to the orphanage?"

He Sizhe, who was brought out by Ling Shujun, looked up and thanked Jiang Xinrui sincerely. At this moment, he Sizhe was only five years old, but he was no longer like a child.

"I can't take you. If you have other places to go, I can send you!"

Jiang Xinrui's thoughts are still in Zhaojue temple. She replied expressionless to the question of little carrot head around her.

He Sizhe has been delayed for a lot of time. Jiang Xinrui drops her eyes

"Beautiful sister, I have no other relatives... Can I stay here if I can? I want to stay here. I like it here."

"If the master father doesn't want to, then my sister will send me away. I can go anywhere..."

He Sizhe looked lonely, but soon looked up at Jiang Xinrui. He was looking forward to staying in this place.

Although he was young, he Sizhe also understood that there was nothing at home, and those relatives would not be willing to take him in. There was no difference between going to the orphanage and staying in the temple. On the contrary, he Sizhe was very grateful because the master father saved him. He also knew that his beautiful sister would not take him, so there was only the master father.