"What are you doing?"

Xuan Yuan's always gentle voice carried a tense and suppressed coldness.

Song Jin was still tugging at his snake body to take a closer look, and said without raising his head: "Mu Lin, you know who it is, right?" ”

“......”

"Oh, I know you don't know, he is a disciple of our generation, his original body is a snake, I heard him show off before, you have two ...... under the snake"

"Enough! You, you are not ashamed! ”

As soon as she finished speaking, Xuan Yuan's annoyed voice came, and then without paying attention, he shrank into a ball and hurriedly slipped away from her hand.

Slip away, just slip away, still pretending to be calm and muttering Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, making Song Jin five years old.

Song Jin is extra good at reaching out to grab him, I don't know how many times he has done it in the past three hundred years, this time he reached out and pulled him back into his hand, and blinked innocently, "Eh, I really didn't want to do anything to you, I just wanted to see ......"

The next moment, before she finished speaking, she was thrown out of the turtle shell, and she rolled on the ground outside several times, but fortunately they had reached the inner circle of the Treasure Pavilion, and there was no hidden killing mechanism around.

She snorted a few times, spit out the dust that had eaten into her mouth, and her little face was red with anger, "Eh, you're too unreasonable, aren't you?" On weekdays, when you turn back into your original body and are naked, you don't know how many people have seen it, so I just want to take a closer look......"

Seeing that he had a white face as smooth as jade, and looked at him coldly, Song Jin's voice became quieter and quieter, and in the end, he raised his hand and surrendered, "Okay, good... I don't watch it, I just don't watch it. ”

The more Song Jin thought about it, the more angry she became, she was cute when she was a child, she swallowed it slowly, ignored everything, and now she swept over with cold light at every turn, so that she had to look at his face before making a decision when talking to the male disciple.

That's not a good habit.

The problem is that she doesn't even know who her target is.

Those who come to Buddhism, due to suspicion or special needs, some people's faces are not real faces, but are made of magic, originally she wanted to distinguish by beauty, but in this way, this method is useless.

There is a reason why Song Jin accepted Xuanyuan as his younger brother.

He is resistant to fighting, if she dies in the future, at least she can pull Xuan Yuan out and carry it.

The turtles are all gentle, and they must be very kind at heart, so they shouldn't have any plans to use him with her......

Thinking like this, Song Jin decided to be kind to his good brother in the future, and to be a little better.

She looked left and right, and when she turned her head, she saw Xuan Yuan sitting on the ground meditating, reciting Buddhist scriptures in her mouth, she looked at the hours outside, and it was really the time for the monks to chant the Buddha every day.

Not only that, but he even lost his hair that had been transformed, and he looked like he was meditating and chanting sutras bareheaded, which looked extra serious and serious, no different from ordinary monks.

I'm tired of it, I'm tired of it, this old-fashioned and pedantic little monk!

Seeing this, Song Jin remembered that her hair hadn't grown to her waist until now after the gradient.

She immediately had a bad idea, conjured a dog's tail grass, and quietly leaned over to tease him.

Who knew that before he got closer, he saw him open his eyes and swept over lightly, looked at the grass in her hand, and retracted his gaze, his voice was muffled and indescribably depressed, "Senior sister, I haven't forgiven you yet." ”

The implication is, don't come near me, I'm not angry yet.

Song Jin burned the dog's tail grass, squatted down in front of him, supported his chin, tilted his head and smiled, "You said you are a stinky monk, and your temper is still so big?" Aren't all monks born of compassion? Why do you care about a little thing with me, a little girl?! ”