Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

“I'm really just kidding.” A Zhao waved his hand.

Zhan Ming looked at her.

Zhao pondered for a moment and said: "In this way, my books are for you, Master. Master, why don't you... read me the first half hour of scripture every day and make me a pot of tea? ”

Zhan Ming laughed: "The poor monk's precious books are too easy to come by. ”

“No, no, no.” A Zhao shook his head.

“Thousands of gold are hard to buy and I'd love to. I think it's worth it. ”

A Zhao looked seriously at Zhan Ming: “Master, you look like one. ”

Zhan Ming Shinjun couldn't help but say: “Lord Zhaoshi is right. ”

“Well, let's start today. ”

Zhan Ming got up and started making tea.

He looks equally good, and the wind is even more attractive.

Azhao watched Zhanming cook tea with his chin in his hand. I just thought he would be happy to see it anywhere.

She even thinks that this person, even if it was a poisonous glass of wine that she handed over later, could just drink it in one sip.

Beauty is wrong. Alas, beauty is wrong.

Soon, a tea with a cold scent was delivered to Azhao.

Zhan Ming smiled: "Yesterday, the snow water left by Lord A Zhaoshi is still here. Zhan Ming borrowed flowers to give Buddha, please don't blame him. ”

Zhao certainly doesn't blame him.

When she picked up the teapot, Zhan Ming also picked up a roll of scripture and read it out softly.

Zhan Ming doesn't really need to read at all. These Buddhist classic books, he has been remembering them since childhood.

Zhao was attracted to the past unconsciously.

Clarity is a very Buddhist person, she thinks.

If he was not a male lead and Zhao did not need to do his job, she might admire such a master.

“… Shelizi, is the face of the sky, immortal, unclean, undiminished and undiminished. It's because the sky is colorless...”

A Zhao slowly put down the tea cup in his hand and let him read it.

When Zhan Ming finished reading it, he stopped and saw Zhao's appearance in God.

He couldn't help but laugh: “Lord Azhao always said that he was a vulgar man, but according to the poor monk, he was with my Buddha. ”

Zhao returned to God and took a sigh of relief: “No. I want Yun Jinhua clothes, tall bed soft pillows, jade dishes rare. Even if you and your Buddha have any fate, you can only cut it off. ”

Zhan Ming shook his head helplessly and began to continue.

After the interruption just now, Azhao's previously felt state of darkness and darkness disappeared.

She looked at Zhan Ming and the moonlight fell and spilled in the courtyard.

Zhao thinks that the moon on this day is also biased. Otherwise, there are so many things in this yard, why is it that only this person in front of you seems to be glowing?

Maybe her eyes were too straight.

Zhan Ming helplessly opened his eyes and looked at her: “Master Azhao, why are you looking at the poor monk like this? ”

Zhao Qiang's words reasoned: “Master, you are not sincere. ”

“What do you mean? ”

And she started to say, “You runaways, don't let anything get in your way. There are demonic sounds and ears, so tempting, so don't move. I just looked at you and you couldn't stand it, could you? ”

Zhan Ming pondered for a moment and gave a respectful gift to A Zhao: “Master A Zhaoshi is right, I can't practise my home. ”

Zhao: “...”

She looked at Zhan Ming and felt a little embarrassed: “Actually, I'm just talking nonsense. ”

Zhan Mingwen smiled: “The giver has wisdom root. But there's a lot of wisdom in talking nonsense. ”