(viii)

Well, why did you let the little monk take all the fruits of your hard work. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Hmph, she's justifiably defending her achievements.

The roast chicken can be made again tomorrow, and it won't fly away on its own anyway.

No, it should be said that it does not dare to fly away even with wings. It's really when she, the nine-tailed fox, is paper paste.

Talking, talking, Mo Li also pretended to be fierce and bared her teeth.

I have to say that Moli, who has no memory, is becoming more and more perverse, and more and more like her truest self at the beginning.

Even if Mo Li is a half-sized petite girl, holding a big tray, it is a little more funny.

The little monk did not put down the Buddha beads politely, picked up the chopsticks, pinched the tips of the bamboo shoots, put them in his mouth, and chewed them gently.

Mo Li sighed in her heart, being good-looking is taking advantage. Even such an obscene thing as snatching people to eat can look glorious and elegant, like a dynamic picture.

Hey, although the beautiful man is beautiful, he has a heart. So, she just had to take a look.

However, then again, if the little monk empathized with the old ancestor after he disappeared for no reason, she would not necessarily be interested in him.

Mo Li didn't see that the little monk with his head bowed was already full of water vapor in his eyes, and if he didn't try his best to suppress it, he was afraid that it would fall down.

It's been 500 years, even if the little fox wrote down all the recipes for vegetarian food before leaving. However, no matter how precise his steps were, he couldn't make her taste.

Up to now, the little monk is more and more convinced that the seemingly unobtrusive and perverse nine-tailed fox in front of him must be the little fox he has been waiting for for 500 years.

The familiar taste made the little monk almost unable to suppress the longing in his heart.

If it weren't for the years of chanting and chanting Buddhism, which gave him a concentration that was beyond everyone's reach, he was afraid that he would lose his temper on the spot.

The little monk closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then looked calm and calm.

"Murray." The voice of the little monk is like a Sanskrit sound from the sky, and the Buddha sound is bursting, and it is endless.

Seeing that the beautiful man was looking at Mo Li, who wanted to be in trouble, he woke up with a stir, and his eyes just crashed into the eyes of the little monk, who were as vast as stars.

There was affection in her eyes that she couldn't understand, and a wordless companionship that she didn't want to understand.

Mo Li's heart trembled slightly, this was the first time that the little monk had called her name so officially, he was calling her, and it seemed that he was calling others through her.

Mo Li's heart was sour, but what was more serious than sourness was distress and guilt for unknown reasons.

Guilty? Why should she feel guilty, she didn't feel sorry for him, and even she was taken captive by him.

Mo Li secretly cheered in her heart, just to make herself comfortable.

"We don't know each other that well, this girl's surname is Ann." Mo Li suppressed the discomfort in her heart and said recklessly.

"Ann?" This word whispered between the lips and teeth of the little monk, like an old wine, which made people intoxicated.

Back then, he asked the little fox why he called Fo'an Yuan, and the little fox said perfunctorily, "Do you want to make the Buddha uneasy?" I love the word Ann. In the world, the most rare thing is that people are at peace and their hearts are at peace. ”

"An, it's good, it just matches my Fo'an Temple." The little monk's voice still sounded elegant and cold.

It's just that if you can distinguish carefully, you will definitely be able to see the strong tenderness under the cold.

Mo Li pursed her lips, and said in a dignified manner, "The word Fo'an is still from my ancestors, what does it have to do with you." Also, I don't say anything when I eat, and I don't say anything when I sleep. ”

For the impatience in Mo Li's words, the little monk didn't care at all.

As long as she is in front of him, even if she forgets everything, what can she do if she doesn't remember him.

Isn't all he wants is that she can be well?

"Are you suggesting that I'm running out of time and should go to bed early?" The little monk is serious, his eyes are clear, even if he is opening a small yellow cavity, he is so elegant as jade.

"Little monk, this girl thinks you should be vulgar. Fo'an Temple is too small, I'm afraid I can't let you go. ”

Mo Li has never seen such an immodest monk, is this still the living Buddha of Chenghui who is a universal being, has the world in his heart, and does not eat the fireworks of the world?

Or was she looking for the wrong person from the start? And then deceived by this charlatan?

As he spoke, Mo Li pounced in the direction of the little monk, and touched his hand behind his ear, wanting to take off this human skin mask and see how he swaggered.

However, this mask is really good-looking. Well, it will be hers later.

The little monk felt the warmth that suddenly appeared in his arms, and the whole person was stunned, and finally it was no longer a cold, lifeless portrait.

"Huh? How not? Mo Li groped behind the little monk's ears for a long time, until the little monk's ears, cheeks, and neck became red, and he didn't find the so-called human skin mask interface.

But Mo Li still didn't believe it, so she slapped the little monk's face twice.

It can be seen with the naked eye that the little monk's face is swollen.

Well, it's a lot of fun. The person in front of him turned out to be real, without a human skin mask.

Mo Li is a little messy in the wind, you said that you are a living Buddha, she is so offended, why don't you know how to resist.

Hmph, the pit must have been dug a long time ago and waiting to punish her.

The little monk was too insidious, and Mo Li wailed in his heart.

Misstep, misstep, what a mistake.

"Little monk, I found mosquitoes in the house...... "Mo Li said curtly, this reason is really too inferior, she herself thinks it is ridiculous.

"Really?" The little monk looked at Mo Li, who was still lying in his arms in an indecent posture, with no intention of reminding him.

"Yes, of course. How could my dignified nine-tailed fox lie, I promise it with a fox grid. Mo Li said stiffly.

As for the words that resembled an oath, it was definitely a mantra that Mo Li came up with.

Hmph, whoever stipulates that the nine-tailed fox can't lie. She said yes, then she will.

"Oh?" The word little monk stretched very long, making Mo Li's heart rise and fall with his voice, which was like the rhythm of a heart attack.

"However, how can there be mosquitoes in this cold winter?" The little monk frowned slightly, pretending not to know anything.

Mo Li felt that her face was about to be hung up, and the little monk was really uncooperative.

Or do you like to break the casserole and ask the bottom?

"Maybe it's because the brazier in the house is too ......," she said, and Mo Li stopped herself.

The room was so empty and cold that there wasn't a brazier to be seen.

The little monk was originally a high-ranking monk, and she was a demon cultivator, which was cold and unbearable for mortals, and for them, it was really not a problem. (To be continued.) )