It was almost noon, the scorching sun was scorching, and the little monk outside the gate of Anfu was crying and rolling on the ground because he was blasted out.

"Woo woo" A cry echoed at the door of Anfu, and the little monk's cry was crisp, loud, high-pitched and powerful, so that passers-by couldn't help but stop and watch.

Still slowly walked out of the house, watching Ling'er help the little monk wipe his delicate face.

"Xiaobao" A surprised voice came, his body was still as straight as a tree, dumbfounded, and his face was full of doubts, looking at the little monk.

Ling'er was still surprised when she heard it, and turned her head curiously to look at the still standing in front of the door and said, "Miss, who is Xiaobao?"

Still shaking his head, he flew and ran in front of the little monk, squatted down, held the little monk's head with both hands, and looked at the little monk with a pair of surprised eyes, "Xiaobao." Still muttering.

The little monk's chubby face was still ravaged hard, the little monk showed displeasure, and kept complaining about his situation in his heart, "I can't beat it," it was really helpless to the extreme, and the little monk secretly let it still keep stroking himself.

Ling'er squatted aside, looking at the still strange behavior, a little puzzled, closed her eyes, and explored the thoughts in her heart at the moment.

"Miss, he'...... He is"

Ling'er opened her eyes and said to her with some anxiety, still questioning As Ling'er explored, Ling'er herself was deeply involved.

The little monk was the only one, with a look of displeasure on his face, and he was still complaining in his heart.

In order to find out, Ling'er turned around and looked at the little monk and entered the memory of the little monk, and the memory of the little monk did not still have doubts in his heart, but was full of resentment and filled the little monk's head.

Ling'er pulled away, "Miss, he's not,"

"Isn't it?" was still a little puzzled by Ling'er's heart, and Ling'er inexplicably told herself that it wasn't, but there was no clear explanation, which still couldn't help but have a trace of doubt in Ling'er's heart beside her, why Ling'er seemed to know what she was thinking several times, and said her inner thoughts in one sentence, and every time she was confused, Ling'er changed the topic.

Still came to this strange place, strange people. One by one, they all gathered around themselves, so that they still doubted once again whether their arrival was as simple as they thought in their hearts, but Liu Yutian before the crossing, the strange uncertain prophet, and his name in the corner of the wall, whether there was some kind of key, still looking at the people in front of him, familiar faces, but there was an invisible strangeness between them, hindering the middle, what was all this about? The doubts on his face were like dark night, without a trace of expression, very ugly.

"I'm Xiaobao!" the little monk got up and stood up when Ling'er and An Ran were stunned, and said to him.

Still hearing the little monk's reply, the displeasure on his face turned into sluggishness.

"What he said, he said, he is a little treasure......"

The little monk replied again firmly: "I'm Xiaobao, you heard it right." ”

Still shouted in surprise: "Why are you here?"

The little monk felt confused about the still shouting, and he felt a little unkind to the unreasonable woman in front of him, and said: "I was ordered by my master to go down the mountain and come here to surrender the piece of spiritual jade beside you." ”

Still walked to the little monk's side, grabbed the little monk's arm with both hands, looked up at the little monk who swore an oath, and thought to himself, Abbot, surrender the spirit jade......?

"What are you talking about? what spirit jade, what abbot?" still asked.

The little monk's face was much heavier, and he raised his right hand slightly and pointed to Ling'er who was standing at the door and said, "It's her, she's Lingyu, the bad woman who beat me." ”

Still following Xiaobao's hand, he turned his head to look at Ling'er standing at the door, turned his head to look at the little monk, and was telling his misfortune with a look of grievance.

There was a trace of resonance on his face, and the little monk's complaining demeanor was very much like himself. Isn't his unlucky character like him, powerless to complain?

"Do you know me?" little monk, no, not Xiaobao?" still asked.

The little monk shook his head, looking at it and still not speaking.

"You take a good look at me, and as he spoke, he brushed up his hair, revealing a big forehead, without any scruples about the quiet elegance of women. Still looking at the little monk with anxious eyes.

When the little monk saw the action, the corners of his mouth rose, and he raised his hand to cover his mouth, trying his best to suppress his inner voice. "Hahahaha......" A burst of laughter burst out of laughter, and while laughing, he didn't forget to point to the one who was holding his head and still said, "You, hello...... I'm laughing to death......"

Still responding with anticipation, I wanted to confirm whether the little monk was the little treasure in my mouth, but the helpless act of ignoring the image made the still lady Fan forget about it, but in exchange for the ridicule of the little monk in front of him...... His face became gloomy, and a strong displeasure appeared on his face, and he said fiercely: "You dare to laugh at me...... See how I clean you up. ”

The little monk's laughter disappeared immediately, and his eyes looked straight at his face that had changed greatly, and he regretted what he had just done......

The little monk didn't dare to speak, he still got up and picked up the little monk, put one hand around the little monk's waist, and half-squatted down, and the little monk was still in his arms and placed on his legs......

"Smack, smack...... A crisp and loud slapping sound sounded......"

"Stop fighting, you crazy woman, it hurts ......," the little monk cried out loudly.

"Let you laugh at me, let you laugh at me," still with a gloomy face, as if an ordinary person, an aunt and a godson, kept slapping the little monk's buttocks...... While fighting, he kept complaining to ...... "make you laugh at my ......"

The crowd of onlookers had long since dispersed, the scorching sun was in the sky, a warm wind was blowing, and the trees were making a rustling sound.

In front of the Anfu Gate, he was still unhappy in his heart, and he had already forgotten the doubts in his heart, and at this moment, he only had a resentment after being stimulated by the little monk's unknown depth, and he was swaying on the little monk's fleshy buttocks.

"Poof......

A voice came...... The little monk smiled shyly, forgot the pain, turned his head to look at it and still said, "I'm sorry, I ate too many potatoes for breakfast......" Before the words fell, "poof" sounded again, and there was a heavy poisonous gas floating in the air...... The warm breeze made the smell linger around me......