Fanyin looked at the young man who suddenly pounced on him in a daze, the light shone on his face, and Fanyin recognized his identity.

It turned out that it was the boy who was watching the excitement in the restaurant today!

"Master!" Wen Yuanxun was overjoyed, he thought that he might not meet Sanskrit today, but he didn't expect to meet it so soon.

They are definitely destined to be masters and apprentices!

The more he thought about it, the happier he became.

"Who's your master?" Fanyin asked, looking at the young man who suddenly appeared in front of him with some inexplicability.

Seeing this, Wen Yuanxun hurriedly said, "You! You're my master. ”

Otherwise, who else could there be?

Fanyin looked him up and down, and said, "I really don't know when I accepted such a big apprentice as you." ”

Hearing this, Yuanxun hurriedly knelt down for Fanyin and kowtowed three times: "The master is above, please accept the apprentice's worship." ”

Without waiting for Sanskrit to react, Wen Yuanxun had already finished worshipping his master, and then looked at the attendant on the side, as if he remembered something, he ran directly to the house, and when he came out again, he already had an extra cup of tea in his hand.

"Master, please drink tea!" Wen Yuanxun quickly took it and handed the tea to Fanyin.

"Hey...... How are you snatching teacups! After Yin Dening reacted, he also chased after him.

She sat in the main hall and waited for Fanyin to come back, but instead of waiting for her daughter, she waited for a cup thief, grabbed the cup and poured the tea.

As soon as the results came out, I saw such a scene.

"Yin'er, what's going on?" Yin Dening also looked at the scene in front of him a little confused, and really didn't understand what was going on.

"Mother, don't pay attention to them, two crazy people!"

Fanyin took the cup back, and helped Yin Dening to walk directly into the house, not wanting to pay too much attention to Yuan Wen.

"Master, you can be regarded as drinking my toasted tea!" Wen Yuanxun hurriedly chased after him, but Fanyin waved his hand and the door closed heavily.

"Whew......" Wen Yuanxun screamed, covering his nose and jumping to his feet.

"Blood...... Blood...... Master, yes...... It's blood! The squire stammered.

Wen Yuanxun took down the hand covering his nose, and when he saw the blood in his palm, he rolled his eyes and passed out directly.

"Young Master......"

……

"Stinky ......"

Wen Yuanxun, who was leaning back in his chair, frowned.

"Young Master!" The attendant hurriedly called.

Wen Yuanxun opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw Sanskrit sitting opposite her, with his eyes closed, as if he had entered a dream.

Indenin sat to the side, looking at her with a slightly dull gaze.

And his attendant Hushu was in front of him with a happy face, bent over, and his face was almost touching his face.

Wen Yuanxun suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed the hug book away, then hugged his body tightly, and looked at him vigilantly, "What are you doing so close?" Although this son is handsome, he doesn't like men! ”

Hugging the book was speechless for a while, whose stupid young master is this!

"Young Master, you've fainted." Hugging the book and talking busily, a strong rush to Wen Yuan made a look.

He hurriedly looked at Sanskrit on the side, but saw that her eyes were always closed, and at this time, her body was covered with a layer of purple light.

Seeing this, Yin Dening was busy protecting the Sanskrit Sound, and Qibao was also staring around vigilantly.

Wen Yuanxun swallowed his saliva, looked at the hug book with some uncertainty, and asked in a low voice, "Master...... Master, this ...... Is this about to break through? ”

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

After three sounds, everything returned to tranquility, and the purple halo around Sanskrit dissipated.

Wen Yuanxun looked at everything in front of him dumbfounded.

"Lian...... Three consecutive ...... Level 3? ”