The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

Just when Cold Feather thought he wouldn't answer.

She heard the little monk lowly “hmm”.

Ah--!

Cold feathers now feel like 10,000 fireworks are blooming in their hearts.

She couldn't help but jump up and scream at the sea in front and dance her hands and feet to exasperate the joy in her heart.

Hold on!

Cold feather foam, you must hold on!

What if that little monk you caught got scared off?

When he finally calmed down, he saw the little monk's long and uniform, such as jade sculpture, clean hands that didn't even stain blood during the week, and was dealing with the stinking fish and shrimp.

There is nothing in my heart.

She grabbed the little monk's hand, “Stop cooking, I have dry food, just deal with it. ”

Even if the hands of the little monk do not need to read the scriptures, and are not under the cover of Buddha light, they should be clean, with no sun or spring water on their fingers.

How can you handle these stinking fish and shrimp?

I looked up at her.

Long eyelashes hang down, and even if you try to tighten them, you won't be able to tighten the corners of your mouth.

“Little monk… I have been out alone for many years before I came to see my master. I can do this...”

After a pause, he said, "My craftsmanship is not bad. ”

“I can make it for you every day in the future. You... don't have to eat someone else's. ”

Cold feather foam stunned for half an hour before reacting.

Jing Yuan repeated what Lu Junjia had said before.

Turns out he's been protecting himself more than just in the distance.

I even heard the conversation between myself and Lu Junjia.

Not only did I hear it, but I was jealous.

Cold feathers even had a sweet smile on their eyebrows, "Okay, I'll just eat a little monk in the future. You made it. ”

Clear and far-flung faces are redder.

The curvature at the corner of the mouth is higher.

The sun fell on his side of the face, shining the white and red skin of the little monk into thin air.

It's obviously a man, but his skin is actually better than his own.

Almost no flaws on his face.

How can there be such a handsome, shy, and adorable little monk in the world!

Every little score is tailored to suit your heart.

An impulse came to mind.

Cold feathers suddenly collapsed and the lips touched the little monk's face gently.

Clean the motion in your distant hand and suddenly raise your head.

Those dark-eyed eyes stared at her.

From clear to cloudy.

From confusion to heat.

Cold feathers were seen by those eyes, and their faces burned a little.

She pressed down a little shyness and panic, turning her head and avoiding the man's gaze: “What are you looking at? If you don't watch the fire, the water will burn down. ”

However, even without looking back, the burning gaze did not retreat from itself for a moment.

Just when Cold Feathers couldn't bear to turn back.

The ground beneath his feet swayed violently.

“What's going on? ”

Cold feather foam shocked, then felt a strong pair of hands around his waist, his body suddenly vacated.

The island below, which had already been bitten by turtles, was collapsing.

Cold feather foam shouted: "You made fish soup! ”

Low laughter in the ears.

This time, the voice of the little monk is no longer holy and clean with Buddhism.

It's hypomagnetic, like a feather-turned heart.

Cold feather foam only feels hot in the ear.

Then I saw the fish soup flying into the sleeve of the little monk with the crystal pan.