Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Early in the morning, Zhiqing swept the fallen leaves of the front yard with a broom. He couldn't help but beat an arrears. Brother Forgotten Dust came out of the room over there and rushed over. "Brother Forgotten Dust, I have something to tell you. ”

“What is it?” Forgetting the gentle smile, he reached out and touched his naked head.

Zhiqing saw no one around him, and this just whispered into his ear, “Yesterday I saw the woman again, she knocked open my window and gave me a string of candy gourds.” He grabbed his face with embarrassment and muttered, "I don't think that woman is a bad person. ”

Obviously, the young monk has been successfully bought.

But following the rules of the temple, Zhiqing hastily added, "The woman who gave the gift disappeared for a moment, so I did not tell the brothers that Zhiqing did not intend to hide it. ”

Forget the gentleness of the dust, “Nothing. ”

Ji Sky scratched his head, “Did the female donor come to find Brother Forgotten Dust? ”

Forgot the dust for a moment, his earlobes stained with light redness, "I don't know either. ”

Zhiqing is just a child, not that complicated, thinking about the taste of the candy gourd last night, suddenly almost drooling again, “I'm going to continue cleaning, then do my homework quickly, I'm leaving, forget the dust brother. ”

“Okay.” Forgot to smile for a moment.

Zhiqing jumped away, and Shenmu Bai's head popped out of the eaves, "Hey, monk. ”

She bit an apple and hung herself when she lay there.

Forget the dust and turn around. Put your hands together and say, “Be careful, my lady, it's not good to fall. ”

Shen Kibai saw that he was concerned, and waved his hands carelessly, "There is no way I can break into your temple.” She thought about it, "Monk, are you going to study again later? ”

Forgetting to shook his head, “Today the poor monk gathers water and chops wood. ”

Shen Wood leaped down silently and came to him.

The warm breath surfaced. Forgotten dust in the temple had never been so close to a woman since childhood. I had to take half a step back and twist the Buddha's beads with red earlobes. "Amitabha Buddha, the female host, what do you have to say to the poor monk? ”

The parchment on the right side of the shrimp is still filled with apples, pointing to its own face, “Monk, don't you really feel a little familiar with it? ”

Forget to look away, “The poor monk has returned to the female host before. ”

Shen Mubai disbelieved it. The male lead thought she was familiar with it two times before, so why didn't she get any impression this time?

She was so angry that she put her face together, "I don't believe it. Take a closer look. ”

She forced the dust to retreat until there was no escape at the corner of the wall. That's when I shivered my eyelashes and slowly raised my eyes and looked at this face in front of me.

Then, a moment of trance.

Shen Mubai, like a bully, put his hand against the wall so he couldn't get out, and pointed at his face, “What, do you feel familiar? ”

Forgetting the dusty red surface, the earlobes had already been stained with temperature, and the gaze was removed from the low voice, “The female donor should no longer be a poor monk. ”

Shen Mubai couldn't help but grab his head with frustration, “Forget it, I'll keep shaking in front of you, I don't believe you don't think I look familiar. ”

So I let go of my hand and clapped, smiling, "Monk, from today on, I'm going to follow you. ”