Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

“The poor monks read the Book in their hearts.” Forget the dust twisting the bead.

Goddamn it, it's useless, it's really slipping away.

Shen Kibai didn't want to open his eyes, so he said, "Then I say, you read your scripture. ”

“Let's get out of here.” Forget the dust and move your lips like you're not moving.

She sat on the floor grunting, so clean anyway.

“Monk, I am one of your late people who came to this temple to look for you, but you don't even want to look at me.” Shen Wood stared at him.

“Amitabha Buddha, the female patron, the poor monk, has long since cut off his dust.” The other hand twisting the bead didn't even pause half the time.

Shen Mu White went through hundreds of battles, and his face also grew more and more progressive, “I don't care, anyway, I'm just here to find you, I'm not mistaken person. ”

Forgetting the dust was helpless, “Since the female giver was stubborn, the poor monk did not persuade him. ”

After he finished the sentence, he twisted the beads to his ear, and let Shen Kibai say nothing without a trace of motion.

This monk is really not normal.

Shen Wood stared at him for a while, first frustrated, then circled around him a few times, “Monk, you are on fire outside. ”

“How come you have a cat in your room? ”

“Monk, I'm leaving. I'll see you tomorrow. ”

At the end of the day, she was tired half to death and she didn't even open one of her eyes.

Shen Mubai had to be a little discouraged. He was just about to go to the tavern for some delicious food and came back. I didn't know what was in his mind. He turned around and smiled maliciously.

“Monk, I'm really leaving. ”

She said, slowly walking over.

Forget that she is lying, but still does not twist the Buddha's beads.

Shenzhen whitewashed over and breathed into his ear.

Forget to twist the Buddha's beads' hands slightly motionless.

Shen Kibai saw that his constant strength was not ordinary good, momentarily more vigorous, blowing another sip.

Forget the dust and finally say, “The woman who gave the gift looks to herself. ”

But the earlobes are uncontrollably stained with shallow redness.

Shum Wood is very funny in his heart. This is forgetful, serious, but very pure.

She couldn't help but laugh, her eyes dripping, "Do you know why I came to you? ”

Forget to speak, twist the Buddha's beads, sit on the front.

“I'm here to fulfill your engagement.” She covered her mouth and almost didn't laugh out loud.

The role of male lead is really fun.

Forgetting the dust is blushing, “The female courtesan must not talk nonsense, the honor of the girl's family is more important than that of the poor monks. ”

Shen Kibai saw that he was serious, but the color of his earlobes didn't fade. Hanging Lang said, “How can I be nonsense? Our relationship was set since we were kids. Later, because you left home, that doesn't count. Now I come to you to make you vulgar. ”

Her eyes slowly opened when she forgot the dust had been grabbed by her shameless face.

Shen Kibai pulled up in front of him, "What do you say? Monk, remember me? ”

Forget the dust eyes and hide, set aside the face, “Giver. ”

Shen Wood smiled a little farther away from him, pointing to his face, “Monk, look at me, do you feel familiar? ”

Forget the dust. That's when I saw her face.

A standard beautiful face, full of smooth forehead, lips like petals, those bright eyes were very moving, so I looked at him and laughed very loudly.