The wilderness is dead.

A cold, almost whispering sentence was quickly dissipated in the air and disappeared without a trace.

Like a wisp of breeze, a rolling cloud.

Leave no trace.

But this sound is like a whale wave crocodile wave set off, the sky and the earth are surging, the waves cover the sky and the sun, Tamara Gha is in it, like a flat boat, walking alone in the wind and waves, watching the fierce waves pounce. come over.

Thousands of armies, galloping and screaming, will tear everything in the world to pieces.

Tamara Gaya stands tall, motionless.

The waves swept over him, slapped on his shoulders, trying to swallow him.

Suddenly, a bright beam broke through the layers of dark clouds and hung over him. Suddenly, the wind stopped raining, the sky was bright, and the turbulent waves turned into spring water, gurgling by.

Yes.

He heard his own voice, and there was a faint sound that vibrated in his heart for a long time.

For a long time, it was like being deeply engraved there, no matter how calmly he restrained, and rationally suppressed, this sound was said so softly.

Do you like me?

Yes.

Knowing that everything is empty, still sinking into it.

Red face withered bones, pink daisy skeletons.

People are intertwined with love and desires, and their hearts are turbulent, so they don't see the way. Wait for Sammon, and let your lusts go away. The **** is exhausted, and the Tao is visible.

When thinking far away from greed, thinking about impure thoughts.

She was considered a confidant he met on the path of spiritual practice, a chance given to him by the Buddha.

But he was born with greed and obsession, and wanted to seize this beam of light and monopolize the moonlight.

Watching her chatting and laughing with other people, greed and hatred came to a sudden.

Love is parting, resentment will be met, can't ask for it.

Everything arises from lust.

So he must turn around and leave.

He reads the scriptures well, sees the world's conditions thoroughly, and develops the habit of making decisions and acting after he was young. No matter what, he has already thought of the final ending from the beginning, and the same is true when he knows the moment he moves.

It hasn't started yet, it's over.

He knew the result, made a choice, watched her leave, but couldn't sit back and watch her in a dangerous situation, arrange everything, just want to take a look at her, make sure she is safe, and finally was discovered by her...

However, she just forced a few questions, and he couldn't help answering yes, without concealment.

He wants her to stay by his side, he will not deny it, because he never feels that being emotional because of her is a shameful thing...

But he didn't want her to know that this was his practice. He was a king's Buddha, suffering from illness, and soon died. Pulling her in would only hurt her.

She still knew, asked it out, and he answered.

It is the identity of Sultan Gu.

She cares about Sultan Gu, she is close to Sultan Gu, and the person who asks is also Sultan Gu.

Sultan Gu is only part of him.

No matter which he is, he can't give her any promise.

If she knew the truth... what would she think?

Hate? Hate it?

He is a monk, but he wants to trap her in the red dust in his own practice.

Tamara Gha lowered her head, a wry smile floated on her lips.

There are also things in this world that he is not good at.

He didn't know what to do with her.

She suddenly appeared next to him and left suddenly, coming and going, going.

He seems calm and calm, but in fact the ripples are lightly wrinkled, and the wind streamers are lightly raised.

A soft dawn rises from the vicissitudes of the vicissitudes of mountains in the sky, the surrounding fields are silent, everything is silent, only the sound of the burning fire.

It rained all night, and the cold morning breeze passed, and the body was shaking slightly in the palm of his hand.

Tamara Gha came back to her senses, pulled the felt that was dried by the fire, wrapped Yaoying whole, and touched the side of her neck with her fingers. He picked up the kerchief and wiped the wound on her forehead, pulled the felt away, looked at her body, and frowned slightly.

There were small scratches on her cheeks and on the side of her neck, and a little blood leaked from the broken skin.

He gently brushed his fingers across the wound, and she trembled in his arms, frowning a few times.

Tan Moroga retracted his hand and stared at her for a long while.

Her eyebrows are beautiful and beautiful, the bridge of her nose is straight, and she is charming and bright. When she puts on the powder, she is also radiant, making people afraid to look at it, as if the lotus flower slowly blooming in the Seven Treasure Pond, gold and silver colored glaze, shining brightly.

He closed his eyes for a while and said nothing.

"look at me."

Yaoying heard the sound, struggling to get out of the felt, coughed, and in a commanding tone, she held his shirt tightly, her knuckles were so hard that she turned white, her eyes widened and she looked at him, and dawn seemed to fall. Entering her eyes, a sharp light flashed in them.

"I just heard...you like me...you don't want to deny..."

There are too many responsibilities and worries about Tamaraga, so if you ask him directly, he won't answer, so she can only use this method to force him to ask him.

"I heard it."

She was intermittently authentic, with a fierce look, and her eyes were reddish. She didn't know if it was because of fever or something else.

Tamara Gya looked at her quietly.

She was lying in his arms, her cheeks flushed, tears flickering in her eyes, and her lips pale as paper.

Staring around.

After a short while, it seemed that a long time had passed. The vicissitudes of life, everything turned into ashes, he could only feel the warm fragrant nephrite in his arms.

"Yes, the princess heard."

Tamara Gha sighed lightly, with a solemn expression, tightened her arms slightly, pressed her hands on Yaoying's neck, leaned over, and slowly approached her.

In an instant, his nose was filled with the breath of his body, and the arms he was holding her tightened tighter and tighter, and the enthusiasm spread to her body after wave through his clothes.

The back of the neck that was pressed by him was hot, and the electric current wandered through the cold skin, causing waves of trembling.

His embrace is solid, broad, with a sense of decisiveness, and all emotions are buried in the deepest part.

Yaoying remembered that he was so restrained when he hugged her last time, but her arms were clasped so tightly, her heart throbbed, her whole body trembling, she looked up at him, her throat was so tight that she couldn't make a sound.

He got closer and closer, the hideous scars became clearer and clearer, the blue eyes were calm as the sea, and the warm nose was on her face.

The smell of blood and moist moisture was mixed with a faint fragrance of agarwood.

Breath and breath are closely intertwined.

In an instant, Yaoying thought that Tamara Gha would kiss her.

He looked at her, when his plump lips were about to touch her cold lips, he stopped suddenly, stared at her for a moment, closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembled violently, and his lips rubbed from her cheeks, ears, and sideburns. After that, he slowly and tightly pressed her into his arms.

Even Sultan Gu cannot belittle her because of indulgence.

Yaoying was held tightly by him, with her chin resting on his shoulders, unable to move, and then, something on top of her head gently rubbed it.

The cold, soft kiss fell on the top of her hair, fleeting.

This kiss is too light, it seems like there is nothing, like a dream.

With a bang in Yaoying's head, her blood rushed to the top of her head, she couldn't help trembling lightly, her heart was sour, her nose was slightly sour, she sighed, raised her hand, and pushed Tamaraga away.

He shook suddenly, awake, the undercurrent surging in his eyes, quickly retracted his hand, and was about to stand up.

"do not move."

Yaoying held his scarred face in both hands, looked at his ugly face, stretched her eyebrows, smiled, and leaned forward.

The kiss fell on his cheek.

Her lips were soft and soft, and she gave him a light peck on the cheek.

Tamara Gha was stiff, stunned, unable to speak a word.

For a moment, he even forgot to breathe.

His gaze fell straight on Yaoying's face.

She has a smile on her eyebrows, a peach, cheek and apricot face, her eyes are flowing, bright and charming.

"You kissed me first."

She was righteous and honest.

Tamara Gha remained silent, and the hands that wanted to hold her tightly in his arms remained motionless.

In his more than 20 years of life, there have been too many trials and catastrophes of life and death, but he has never been so embarrassed at this moment.

Even so, his heartbeat is still very slow, calm and calm-he clearly knows that her love is for Sultan.

The monk's him and the regent's him are different in her eyes.

Tamara Gha subconsciously touched the Buddha beads and stood up.

"I do have love for the princess..."

The morning breeze was blowing, and Tamaraga heard her own deep voice, with a cold tone.

"But I have already sworn that I will not marry a wife in this life."

Yaoying put away her smile, two scrutinizing eyes turned on his face, and she returned to the blanket, covering her lips and coughing.

With a slight warmth on her shoulders, Tamaraga immediately leaned over, pulled up the felt blanket to wrap her, tied a firm knot, and bound her in the blanket.

"I asked your soldiers to come and take care of you."

He whispered, stood up, turned and left.

Yaoying twitched her mouth, gritted her teeth with anger, coughed and sat up, trying to untie the knot he had tied.

"Princess……"

Tamaraga stopped, raised his head, and looked up at the sky above his head.

Last night it rained heavily, the clear sky was washed by rain, and the blue sky was so clear that the morning glow had not dissipated. A round of red sun climbed into the sky, and the golden sun shone across every corner of the canyon. There was no grass in the gorge, and yellow sand was flying in the sky. He turned his back to her, his back was lonely.

He sighed slightly, stretched out his hand, took off his turban circle by circle, and tore open the scar mask.

The morning light casts a golden glow on the canyon, and the dark silhouette is covered by the towering cliffs on both sides. He stands at the intersection of shadow and sunlight in front of the canyon. Only his head with light green stubble is exposed in front of her, and the wind blows his clothes over. Flying, the whole person's aura suddenly changed, no longer fierce and fierce, but cold and indifferent, and his posture wanted to fly.

He stood there, his shoulders draped in the glow, and his back looked very tall, majestic, and holy under the sun's rays.

Yaoying couldn't help holding her breath.

She knew that as a Buddha, he would not confess to her, so she forced to ask Sultan Gu. Only at this time would he relax a little and confess his true feelings.

Now, he unbuttoned the headscarf himself.

"I am not Sultan Gu."

He still turned his back to her, "I am Tamaraga, the Buddha of the royal court, and my thoughts about the princess are just for a moment...Because the exercises I practice is the secret of the temple, so I have been concealing the princess. I didn't expect it to be like this. Let the princess misunderstand, please forgive me."

Without telling her the truth, with her temperament, she would not give up easily. She deliberately asked if Sultan Gu liked her, she must be interested in Sultan Gu, and she would feel sad if she refused her as Sultan Gu.

Only when she finds out that Sultan Gu is him, she will be disappointed, can she forget Sultan Gu, and won't be sad for too long.

He can no longer hide her.

I don't want to hide from her either.

I kept it from her all the time, just because I didn't want her to suffer a little bit of pain.

Behind him, there was no sound for a long time.

Tamara Gha closed his eyes.

Sure enough, the person she was tempted was Sultan Gu, a secular man.

He clenched his fists, lifted his foot and walked away.

"Roga!"

In the canyon, there was a clear drink of slight anger.

Then, the sound of a string of boots stepping on the rocks abruptly.

Suddenly, Tamara Gya didn't hear it, and then walked forward, his footsteps getting closer and closer, his arms suddenly tightened, and they were held tightly by a pair of cold hands.

He recovered.

Yaoying ran out of breath, her cheeks were red, she pulled his arm, her face was thin and angry.

"Roga, do you think I don't know that you and the regent are alone?"

"Do you think the person I want to ask is the regent?"

"No, I asked you what I said!"

"I came from Gaochang to meet you, Luo Jia."

She was talking, coughing, and her voice hoarse.

Tamara Gha was stunned.

Yaoying smiled back and said, "Mage, do you think I will be as close and trusting as two men at the same time?"

"I knew you were alone!"

"You don't want to tell me, I don't know. In my eyes, whether you are a mage or a regent, you are the same person. I have never misunderstood."

She has always known that Tamaraga and Sultan are the same person-a monk with noble character and firm conviction.

He made her feel at ease, staying beside him, she was very relaxed, and she would forget the difference between men and women before she knew it.

Therefore, she never thought that he would be intrigued by men and women. No matter what his identity he appeared in, she trusted and admired him extraordinarily, and did not think about the special features of his different identities to her.

If Bisuo and Mupida were so kind to her, she would have discovered their thoughts a long time ago, but he is Tamaraga, and he always tells her with that sad and unhappy face that he takes care of her, but Because of sympathy for her.

She didn't dare to think too much, for fear that she would blaspheme him too much.

During this period of time, all the depression, contradiction, sadness, worry, anger, and worry that she had buried deep in her heart came to her heart. Yaoying opened her mouth and remembered the scene of finding him last night, and the scene in front of her gradually blurred.

Tears welled up.

"You lie to me, Roga."

She didn't want to cry, but her voice was crying.

"I became your demon, Bi Su said that you are depressed and your illness is getting worse because of me, right?"

She caused him trouble after all.

Tamara Gha stared at the glittering tears on her eyelashes in a daze. After a long time in a daze, she raised her hand, retracted again, and looked away.

"It's because of my lack of Brahmanship and my uneasy heart... The princess is not my demon."

He paused for a while.

"I am lucky to meet the princess."

If you didn't meet her, that's it.

Met, and left a trace, making it difficult for him to let go.

Yaoying's throat was tight, and a faint warmth came from all directions, enclosing her.

He never regarded her as a trouble, even if she was suffering from emotion.

She smiled slightly, and the tears between her eyelashes were crushed: "Mage, the same is true for me."

"It's my fortune to meet a mage."

Yaoying breathed a sigh of relief, chuckled, the worry between her eyebrows disappeared.

"So, when I first discovered that the mage liked me... I was astonished and surprised... but I didn't feel disgusted at all. On the contrary, there was an inexplicable joy in my heart."

Tamara Gha looked at her blankly, motionless.