Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

The Qinghe fox ghost was killed, but the haze over Zhuxi Town has not completely dissipated.

The Xie family was busy dealing with the funeral and comforting the frightened servants. The real Su Muwan's soul was injured, and although he was saved by Su Chen with the power of Buddha, he still needed a long period of rest to recover.

The townspeople were extremely grateful to Su Chen and regarded him as a god.

Su Chen did not leave immediately.

The wound on Nan Xiang's arm was so deep that the bone was visible. Although the fox ghost resentment lingering on the edge was mostly dispelled by his Buddhist power, it would still take time for the wound to heal. Moreover, the bone-corroding cold air invaded her meridians, causing her to shiver from time to time, and her face was pale and sickly.

Mrs. Xie was so grateful that she specially cleaned out the cleanest and most elegant room for the two of them to recuperate.

Su Chen wanted to decline politely, but when he saw Nan Xiang leaning against him listlessly with her lips turning pale, he swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

So, in the side room of Xie's mansion filled with the faint aroma of medicine, the cool and self-restrained Buddhist disciple of the Wanfo Sect began his first experience of caring for the wounded in his life.

Su Chen sat cross-legged on the cushion in front of Nan Xiang's couch, closing his eyes and chanting. It was not an ordinary scripture, but the "Medicine Master Lapis Lazuli Light Tathagata Original Vow Merit Sutra" which contained pure vitality.

The gentle Buddha's power was like a warm current. Along with his low and pleasant chanting, it flowed into Nan Xiang's body, dispelling the remaining coldness and nourishing her wounds and demonic energy.

Nan Xiang leaned on the soft pillow, with one arm wrapped in thick gauze and placed outside the quilt.

She didn't sleep, her amber eyes staring at Su Chen who was so close to her.

His brows were lowered, his expression focused and pious, and the cinnabar between his eyebrows was breathtakingly red in the sunlight shining through the window lattice.

The sound of the chanting flowed through her heart like a clear mountain spring, not only dispelling the coldness in her body, but also bringing an indescribable sense of security and excitement.

"Little monk..." Nan Xiang couldn't help but call him softly.

Su Chen paused for a moment while chanting, his eyelashes trembling slightly, but he did not open his eyes. He only whispered:

"Relax and rest, don't talk too much."

"But I'm bored."

Nan Xiang pouted her lips, her voice was a little coquettish, but her eyes were cunning.

"Your chanting sounds so beautiful, like a lullaby to me."

These words were full of intimacy and teasing. Su Chen's fingers twisting the Buddhist beads tightened slightly, and a faint red rose quietly on his ears.

He still had his eyes closed, but his tone was slightly tense:

"Don't talk nonsense. Chanting scriptures is a solemn thing, not a lullaby."

"Oh."

Nan Xiang responded with a drawn-out tone, her eyes curved into crescents. Looking at his slightly red ears, her heart felt as sweet as if she had eaten honey.

She deliberately moved her injured arm, pulling the wound and causing a slight "hiss" sound.

Almost at the same time, Su Chen suddenly opened his eyes, with clear concern in his eyes:

"What's wrong? Does the wound hurt?" He subconsciously leaned forward to check.

Nan Xiang looked at his handsome face so close to her and the undisguised worry in his eyes, and the little bit of pride in her heart was instantly replaced by great satisfaction.

She shook her head, but deliberately showed an aggrieved expression on her face:

"It doesn't hurt... it's just a little cold. It seems the Buddha's power is not warm enough..."

Su Chen looked at her pale little face and her arms wrapped in gauze, and the slight resentment in his heart caused by her "nonsense" instantly dissipated, leaving only pity.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally reached out his hand and gently placed it over her injured arm through the quilt.

More pure and warm Buddha power, like the warm sun in winter, continuously flowed out from his palms and wrapped around her injured parts.

"Is this...better?"

His voice was low, with a hint of imperceptible gentleness.

The warm Buddha's power came through the brocade quilt, not only dispelling the remaining coldness, but also rushing into Nan Xiang's heart as if carrying an electric current.

She looked at Su Chen's profile as he focused on healing her wounds, feeling the warmth from his palms. She felt her heart beating like a drum and her cheeks slightly hot.

She nodded vigorously, her voice softening a bit: "Well... much better, little monk, you are so kind."

Su Chen felt a little uncomfortable with her bright eyes full of dependence and joy, especially the words "You are so nice", which made his heart ripple.

He quickly lowered his eyes, withdrew his hand, sat up straight again, and resumed his serious posture of chanting, but the speed at which he twisted the Buddhist beads seemed to be a little faster.

The blush at the roots of the ears quietly spread to the neck.

Nan Xiang couldn't help but laugh secretly at the way he pretended to be calm even though he was clearly concerned.

Her little monk is so... cute.

After recuperating in Zhuxi Town for a few days, Nan Xiang's injuries recovered quickly under Su Chen's careful nurturing of Buddhist power. The wound on his arm had scabbed over and his complexion had regained its rosy complexion.

Su Chen decided to set off and continue his travels and his journey of eliminating demons and defending the way of righteousness.

On the morning of the day we left Zhuxi Town, Mrs. Xie took the townspeople all the way to the town entrance and expressed her gratitude profusely.

Nan Xiang stood beside Su Chen, still wearing the yellow leaf-colored skirt, with pigtails hanging on her shoulders. The golden halo around her eyes flowed in the morning light. The injury on her arm was no longer serious, and she had regained her former agility.

She looked at Su Chen's cold profile, took the initiative to reach out her hand, and gently tugged at the corner of his sleeve:

"Little monk, where are we going next?"

Su Chen's body stiffened slightly.

If it were in the past, he would have unnoticedly avoided this "inappropriate" touch and seriously warned that "there are differences between men and women."

But at this moment, he looked down at the fair and slender little hand that was pulling at the sleeve of his monk's robe, and thought of her bloody appearance when she blocked the fox demon's claws for him... He couldn't say the words of reprimand no matter what.

In the end, he just sighed inaudibly, letting the little hand hold the corner of his sleeve. He looked towards the misty mountains in the distance. His voice was calm, but less distant than before:

"There is a monster causing trouble near Yunmeng Lake, disturbing people and hurting livestock. We need to go and investigate."

"Yunmengze? I heard that there's a lot of mist there and there are a lot of beautiful water birds!"

Nan Xiang's eyes lit up, and she immediately became alert. She shook the hand that was pulling his sleeve.

"Then let's go!"

Su Chen was shaken by her and paused for a moment. He lowered his eyes to look at her joyful smiling face. The golden halo around her eyes was particularly dazzling in the sunlight.

The tiny crack in his heart seemed to expand slightly.

He turned around silently and took a step forward, but did not shake off the hand that was holding his sleeve.

Nan Xiang was secretly delighted and followed closely like a happy little tail.

On the way to Yunmengze, the mission is still to subdue demons and eliminate monsters.

Su Chen is still the compassionate and ruthless Buddhist from the Wanfo Sect.

Facing the vicious demons that were wreaking havoc on one side, he acted without mercy, and the Buddha's light shone everywhere, cleansing away the evil spirits.

Faced with the people trapped by evil spirits, he patiently comforted them and did his best to rescue them.

However, Nan Xiang keenly sensed that something was quietly changing.

Whenever she curiously approached those subdued demons, which were small goblins that did not harm people, Su Chen would still frown and remind her that "the nature of demons is unpredictable", but he no longer stopped her from approaching as harshly as he did at the beginning. He just took a few steps closer calmly, twisted the Buddhist beads between his fingers, and was on guard at all times.

Whenever she looked a little tired from a long journey or the aftermath of a battle, Su Chen would always stop and find a quiet place to rest.

He would silently hand her clean water and dry food, and sometimes he would even quietly transfer the life-giving Buddha power into her body to dispel her fatigue, but he never said a word.

What made Nan Xiang's heart beat faster was that whenever she encountered danger, even if she was just brushed by a frightened monster, Su Chen's reaction became extremely quick and... nervous.

The chill and worry that instantly condensed in those cold eyes almost turned into reality.

He would immediately protect her behind him, and the Buddha's light around him would automatically rise, forming an invisible barrier to isolate all threats.

That protective posture came naturally, as if it had become his instinct.

Nan Xiang saw these changes and felt happy in her heart.

If this isn't love, then what is?

But it was still not enough. She was very selfish. What she wanted was a true heart that loved her completely without any other mixture.

Nan Xiang's amber pupils brightened a little more, and she continued to follow Su Chen obediently without chattering like before. Nan Xiang felt very good about herself, but Su Chen felt a little disappointed.

But he quickly adjusted himself and chanted Buddhist teachings over and over again.