Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

A Zhaoxin said that you monks are really good tempers.

Anything you say: yes, no problem, the owner is right.

She watched Zhan Ming start chanting again.

Under the moonlight, this man's gentle eyebrows, like a thin layer of light, pious compassion.

A Zhaoxin moved.

Only in this courtyard, two people around the void, suddenly a flower pod emerged.

Countless lotus flowers open, surrounded by a little fluorescence, holy and gorgeous.

Zhan Ming: “…”

He looked at Zhao helplessly: "Master Zhao. ”

A Zhao smiled innocently: “Master, is this because of your Buddha's high degree of law that you have brought this strange scene? ”

Zhan Ming looked at her and suddenly stunned.

The young girl in front of her, Zhu Cui in Chinese clothes, smiled and hit her head with a chai ring, dinging and banging.

Now she is in this full courtyard of lotus, smiling Qian, more touching than all the lotus flowers combined.

Zhan Ming lowered his eyes and secretly said Amitabha Buddha.

“Master Azhao.” He looked straight at Zhao, “don't joke about the poor monk. ”

Zhao's face is really boring: “Well, I made this. I just thought your yard was a little cooler and simpler, just adding some scenery. ”

She looked at the hour and knew that Zhan Ming had to take early classes every day. It was too early.

“Half an hour has passed, Master, go back and rest. ”

She said that she half covered her lips, beat her arrears and leaned back.

A soft collapse appeared behind her, catching her.

Zhan Ming looked at her casually, even with a slight childish movement, some helplessly shook her head, but with a smile in her eyes.

“So, Master Azhao, farewell to the poor monk. ”

Zhao smiled and waved at him: “Good night, master. ”

"'Good night,' said Zhan Minqi. 'This is the first time the poor monks have heard it. Why? ”

Zhao: "... Oh, this means it's late, you and I should get some sleep. ”

Zhan Ming nodded thoughtfully: “I see. Well, Lord Azhao, good night. ”

How does it feel to say good night to such a gentle, handsome monk?

Zhao saw Zhan Ming enter the house, so he reached out and touched his chest.

Jumps a little fast.

She's not sleepy, she's lying there with a brilliant starry sky above her head.

The temple is probably in a rare deep mountain, and the stars are even more beautiful than they are.

“Marshmallows.” A Zhao shouted cotton candy in a sighing tone.

The marshmallows jumped to her.

Zhao's hand lit up a little on the chin: “I really like Master Zhan Ming. ”

The marshmallows sparkled and were fierce: "Like it, go! ”

Zhao: “...”

She looked at the marshmallows with a weird look: "The underage system? ”

The marshmallows were confused: “What's wrong? ”

Zhao: “What did you just say to me? ”

The marshmallows flashed: “Just now? Oh, host, if you like, bravely go for true love. ”

Zhaofox looked at him suspiciously: "Really? ”

The marshmallow's soft voice is serious: “That's great! ”

Listen to the little milk tone, A Zhao just retracted the suspicion that the marshmallows were still a child.

She opened her eyes and looked at the stars for a while. The mountain night breeze accompanied by the fragrance of Qingya Lotus was a good sleeping pill. Soon, she fell asleep.

The system watched her fall asleep. It took a long time for the white bunch to flash. Slowly mumbled:

“Marshmallows are centuries old. ”

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