Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

When he saw them indignantly, he couldn't help but say, "What exactly did the woman who gave them the gift say? ”

Haimen looked at the dust and it was hard to say, "The witch said... she was the fiancée of Brother Dust! Brother Forget Dust peed in the temple, where the fiancée came from, the witch clearly wants to ruin Brother Forget Dust's reputation. ”

Ming Fan was stunned. I didn't expect this to happen. "This...”

“Now that the woman has left, forget it.” Forget the dust and put your hands together for 10 words of moderation.

“Brother Forget Dust, you are too kind. ”

“That is, the next time she comes, I will be impolite. ”

Zhiqiang opened his eyes and looked at the brothers. You said something to me and pulled away the person beside you. He looked up naturally. "Forget Brother Dust, what is your fiancée? ”

Forget the dusty ears stained with a faint redness, but with a positive face, "It's just a matter of dust and folklore. ”

Zhiqing nodded with an incomprehension, “Oh, but what is the fiancée? ”

Awkward, he coughed, "Ji-sky, can you do your homework today? ”

Zhiqing's attention was diverted, and he hurried, “Go back to Mingfan brother, not yet, Zhiqing will make it as soon as he finishes his meal. ”

He quickly lowered his head and bit a bite of the bun and drank another sip of porridge.

The witches in the monks' mouths were cats on the roof at the moment, listening to them talking, thinking that the dust of oblivion seemed like a great man.

That's it.

“My brothers and sisters, I am fed up and go one step ahead.” Forget the dust and put your hands together for ten ceremonies.

After he left, Shen Ki took a quiet look at the monks and walked silently.

She followed people all the way to the Zen Room, lifting the tiles and aiming in with one eye.

After entering the room, he sat quietly on the futon and twisted the buddha beads.

Shen Mu whispered that the role of a monk is really difficult, except for sleeping and eating meals, either sitting or reading the scriptures all day.

Down from the eaves, she crept open the window and flipped in one by one.

“Female sponsor.” Forget the dust, close your eyes and scream.

Shen Mubai was going to sneak up on the past and knock people unconscious and take them away. When he heard this voice, he got up and patted the dirt canal. "How did you know it was me? ”

Forget the dust twisting the Buddha's beads, eyes never opened, voice still gentle, "the poor monk heard. ”

Shen Kibai remembered that this npc was also a high grade.

She walked over, “Okay, I'm here to see you. ”

Shen Kibai held his chin and squatted next to this man, staring at his face, “Monk, why don't you open your eyes and look at me? ”

She just wanted to make sure that this time the man was more impressed with her subconsciously.

Forget the dust still has a good temper, “the poor monk is reading the scriptures. ”

He was blindfolded and his face was a sacred and inviolable deity.

Shen Kibai said, "Aren't you bored reading all day? ”

If she changed a monk, she would have been chopped off a long time ago, but forgetting the dust was patience, "Buddha knows the boundless sea, reading the scriptures is a common meal. ”

Shen Kibai held onto his chin and looked at him. “Then you can talk to me for a while. It won't take you long. ”

Forgetting to shook his head, “The poor monk is reading the scriptures and forgetting the understanding of the female donor. ”

Shum Kibai suddenly finds that the indifferent man is not so difficult to hook up with.

“But aren't you talking to me right now?” She looked around, without a stool, and continued to squat.