Mo Xiaobao saw that they had completely run away, so he let out a sigh and put his mind at ease.

The fart is running around, and the direction of the first year of junior high school is running over!

Originally, I was thinking of finding some excuse to go to the temple to talk, but this person sent it to the door by himself! Liu raised his eyebrows, deliberately paid attention to his demeanor, and lowered his voice a little, looking like he wanted to say that he was shy about the little jasper:

"Master of the first year, we are really destined, where are you going so early?"

Chu Yi looked at Mo Xiaobao with a flat gaze, and there was still an alienated smile on his face, as if the Buddha looked at the kindness of all beings, and broke Mo Xiaobao's lie in one sentence:

"This fate is not the other fate, the place where the poor monk goes, is the place where the donor asks."

Mo Xiaobao understood this, the master deserves to be a master! Obviously, I also went into the mountains, and I had to chew the words, which showed that I was different!

Follow the side of the first year of the new year, and get acquainted:

"That's just right, I walk with the master, I have a companion on the road, and I won't be lonely!"

Chu Yi was silent, but his footsteps slowed down a little, accommodating Mo Xiaobao's steps.

The road in the mountains was shrouded in fog, and the shadows and shadows looked like the places where the gods lived, and after walking for a while, before reaching the top of the mountain, Mo Xiaobao's fat body really couldn't support it, and he pleaded with the first day of the first month of breath and calmness:

"First Master, I can't walk anymore, let's rest for a while!"

Chu Yi twisted the Bodhi bracelet in his hand, and his eyes, which were originally closed, opened them: "It's okay." ”

Mo Xiaobao sat on a stone, out of boredom, chatting with the first year of junior high standing under the tree:

"Master Junior, you walk with your eyes closed, aren't you afraid of falling?"

The first day of the first year: "If the heart is like the eyes, why be afraid? ”

Well, the master's realm is really extraordinary! It's just that he is so desireless, how can he become a close friend? Mo Xiaobao was worried, rubbed his forehead, and approached with a cheeky face.

"Master Junior, this is the second time we have met, you will call me Xiaobao in the future, and I will call you Chuyi! The female benefactor is too rusty or something. ”

Chu nodded and bowed his head: "It's up to you." At this moment, the mist just rose, he was only about a zhang away from Mo Xiaobao, surrounded by fairy mist, that gorgeous and handsome aura, the fascinated Mo Xiaobao was obsessed, and he couldn't extricate himself!

couldn't help but praise you: "On the first day of junior high school, you are so good-looking, has anyone shown their love to you?" ”

Chu Yi smiled lightly, calmly and calmly picked up Bodhi:

"A lot."

"Then if you like her, would you consider marrying her?"

Mo Xiaobao had a pretentious heart and deliberately made it difficult to ask questions.

Chu Yi stopped and stroked Bodhizi's bright fingers, and replied lightly: "I will marry." ”

Now it's Mo Xiaobao's turn not to be calm! Will marry? Excitedly asked: "Can a monk also marry a wife?" Won't you break the vows? ”

Chu Yi looked at the fat girl with desire in his eyes, and then said gently: "If it can really make me tempted, I will marry." If you can break the vows, it is your own karma, and if you have no Buddha fate, why force it? ”

Mo Xiaobao understood what he said! touched his round face, a little depressed:

"Then the people who chased you before should be very beautiful, right?"

The first day of junior high school: "The skin is just the appearance, the essence is the most important, and Xiaobao is a wisp of wandering spirit, why bother with such troubles." ”

Mo Xiaobao's whole person jumped up from the stone! This time she was completely panicked, she stood in front of the first year of junior high school, nervous, like a child who had done something wrong.

"You...... How do you know? What do you want to do? ”

The silver-red lips of the first year of the first year opened lightly, and the voice was extraordinarily soft, like clouds in the sky:

"Cultivators have a pair of perceptive eyes. It's dawn, let's go. ”