Fate with Buddha (40)_1

He could feel an invisible shackle being removed from his body. Something that was holding him back had disappeared at this moment.

Her hanging fingers were no longer stiff.

Like a withered tree rejuvenated in the spring, his energy returned to his body. However, fan Xiu did not feel any joy in his heart. Instead, there was only an endless amount of fear.

Fu min's figure gradually disappeared.

Fan Xiu staggered to his feet and pounced toward the demoness. He opened his arms wide in an attempt to hug her. Jiang Yu, Jiang Yu ...

He didn't know what to say and could only keep calling her name. His pale and elegant face was extremely pale, and his dark eyes were filled with unprecedented fear.

The red-clothed figure disappeared.

The snow-robed monk missed and fell to the ground in a sorry state, his Holy robe stained with dust.