Yan Qingrui was too lazy to play with him, seeing that this monk was funny, she couldn't help asking, "Are you a monk who places orders in this temple?"

The white-clothed monk was secretive, and said mysteriously: "Actually, the poor monk is not a monk!"

Yan Qingrui glanced at him suspiciously: "Then what are you?"

The white-clothed monk poured wine elegantly, his slender fingertips touched the warm wine jug, and he smiled brightly, he said, "I am a fairy!"

Yan Qingrui said disdainfully: "Divine stick, right?"

The white-clothed monk smiled: "It's okay, as long as you bring a god word, it won't be bad." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Yan Qingrui said, "Do you know the abbot here?"

The slender fingers of the white-clothed monk pinched the wine glass, like a pleasing picture, and he said leisurely: "You mean the Xuyun monk? Of course I know." ”

Yan Qingrui believed this, if she wasn't familiar enough with the abbot, would she dare to cook wine and drink it blatantly and openly in this place not far from the main hall?

Yan Qingrui thought of the piece of paper and the Tibetan poem on it, and couldn't help but say, "What kind of person is he?"

The white-clothed monk tasted the wine and said casually: "What kind of person can he be?

Yan Qingrui: "......"

He said, "May I ask the monk's number?"

The white-clothed monk waved his hand and said, "Didn't the poor monk say it? The poor monk is not a monk, and the name of the poor monk is Zhen Zidemon." You can call me a demon god!"

Yan Qingrui: "......"

Wearing monk's robes, he does not recognize himself as a monk. When I asked him for his name, I wanted to tell him a layman's name. Also, whose parents put a demon in their child's name, this guy is indeed really demonic.

Yan Qingrui sneered: "Is Zhen Zidemon the abbreviation of the Divine Stick?"

Zhen Zidemon glanced at her, poured her another glass of wine, and said, "Be smart, this is a reward for you!"

Yan Qingrui: "......"

Did he really think that the god stick was the meaning of the fairy?

Yan Qingrui said: "Do you often cook wine and drink in the middle of the night?"

Zhen Zidemon said as a matter of course: "Of course, the impact of daylight is not good!"

Yan Qingrui said: "Demon God, I came to find the abbot Xuyun Mage, do you know where he lives?"

When Zhen Zidemon heard the word demon god, his eyebrows fluttered, and he said very happily: "What are you looking for him? Do you want to divinate or start a class, it is better to say that this demon god's ability is no worse than him!"

Yan Qingrui pouted and said, "You?"

Zhen Zidemon said dissatisfiedly: "How can you look at this demon god with such disdainful eyes? This demon god is very capable, can know the past and future, and can see the past and present life!"

Yan Qingrui said: "You just blow it!"

Zhen Zidemon rolled his eyes, this time, he turned the dust-free aura that originally still had a bit of fairy wind bones into the ground, he pointed to the glass of wine he poured just now, and said, "You drink it, I will tell you about your past and present life immediately!"

Yan Qingrui's heart jumped, she picked up the wine glass, and looked at it carefully, the wine was clear in color, and it didn't look like it was poisonous.

Zhen Zidemon pouted and said, "Don't dare to drink?"

Yan Qingrui raised her eyebrows and drank the glass of wine.

It was a wine poured out of a wine jar, but the previous cup was light and mellow, and there was a faint aftertaste after the entrance, but it was only faint and dissipated inadvertently.

Now this cup is spicy, fragrant and sweet, these two feelings should not appear in one place, but for Yan Qingrui, the two coexist, after the mouth, in the taste buds for a long time, never dissipated.