When Xiao Er heard this, he hurriedly turned around and stopped Zhuo Yifan, and said with a smile: "It's not this thing, it's ......" Xiao Er didn't finish speaking, he was a little scared, and looked upstairs. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Oh, what's wrong with you? Just go away without saying anything, don't delay me from drinking!" Zhuo Yifan said impatiently.

"Master Zhuo, I'll tell you the truth. There was a flower monk in our restaurant, and there was a beautiful girl next to him, who was very powerful. No, you also slashed and killed a group of people just now, you see that last time you fought with Liu Gongzi for a girl, if you go up this time, I'm afraid you will get into trouble again, and it may be more auspicious. ”

Zhuo Yifan listened, it turned out that this was the case, Xiao Er seemed to be worried about his safety. Zhuo Yifan then smiled and said: "It's okay, it's my principle all the time to draw a knife to help when I see injustice, it's okay I don't know about this, now that I know, then I'm going to go!"

Xiao Er wanted to persuade Zhuo Yifan, but he didn't listen to it at all, and even had a taste of being more and more courageous, and then sighed helplessly, shook his head and sent Zhuo Yifan up.

Zhuo Yifan slowly walked into the second floor, there were not many people in the hall, but there were many of them, but they were surprisingly quiet, which made the always lively and noisy Fumanlou like two places. If you don't know the situation, you still think you're in the wrong place.

Zhuo Yifan looked around, and the people around him all stared at his face quietly because of his arrival, and even noticed that every small step and every movement of him did not let go of every bit.

In a conspicuous place in the hall on the second floor, there were some people lying down, some still shaking on the ground, and some were already still. It could be seen that there had been a fight here just now, and Zhuo Yifan stared around cautiously, trying to see if there was anything unusual.

After a while, Zhuo Yifan moved his gaze from the ground upward, and as his gaze spread, there was a monk sitting not far from him, his face was full of fat, and a pair of small eyes seemed to be a line, and he smiled from time to time at the girl sitting opposite him.

The girl in the blue gauze skirt had her back to her, and Zhuo Yifan didn't see her face.

Zhuo Yifan looked at it, raised his eyebrows slightly, grinned, and muttered to himself: "It's really a flower monk." He glanced at the lying people on the ground, looked around again, and continued: "He is still a flower monk who is not weak in martial arts. ”

With that, he walked forward.

Zhuo Yifan came to the table where the fat-headed monk was sitting, and without saying a word, he sat on the right side of the fat-headed monk and the left side of Yue Linglong. Then he reached out and picked up a pot of wine in front of the fat-headed monk, poured a bowl for himself, and drank it all with his head up, showing great chic and capable.

Seeing this, the fat-headed monk sitting on the right couldn't help but be surprised, looked Zhuo Yifan up and down with a puzzled look, and said unhappily: "Hey, where did the yellow-mouthed child come from, he dared to drink your uncle's wine?"

Zhuo Yifan glanced at him and said with a smile: "Alas, Senior Brother Hua, this is your fault, we are both disciples of Buddhism, why are you angry when you drink a bowl of wine, you are too stingy!"

"Who...... Who is your senior brother, do I know you?" the fat-headed monk looked at Zhuo Yifan puzzled, and suddenly said in a panic.

Zhuo Yifan retracted his gaze, lazily picked up the pot of wine and poured himself a bowl, and while drinking the bowl of wine, he pretended to be helpless and said: "Look at you, Senior Brother Hua, how can you ask like this? Since you are a Buddhist monk and a lay disciple of Buddhism, we are essentially disciples of Buddhism, so aren't we just a family? You see that you are older than me, then you are naturally my senior brother!"

When the fat-headed monk heard this, he stroked his head with his big hand, his face was embarrassed, and he said angrily: "Who said that I am a monk, I am not a monk! I am just a bald head, do you understand the bald head?"

"Alas, Senior Brother Hua, this is your fault again, look at your hairstyle, and your clothes, plus the string of Buddha beads on your chest, how can you not be a monk? You are stingy, and you can't joke about this! Otherwise, the Buddha will blame you, then you have committed a big precept!" Zhuo Yifan pretended to be a little dissatisfied.

"Hehe......"

As soon as Zhuo Yifan finished speaking, Yue Linglong next to him couldn't help laughing after hearing it.

When Zhuo Yifan heard this, he turned his head to look at the source of the laughter, which made both of them really surprised.

I saw Yue Linglong's teeth like white shells, her face like hibiscus, and her white cheeks as white as jade were flushed a little, just looking at him with a smile because of what had just happened, and seeing Zhuo Yifan's handsome face, Yue Linglong's pretty face was shocked, and a familiar feeling poured into her heart.

"You?"

The two couldn't help but say in unison.

Seeing this, the fat-headed monk looked at the strange eyes of the two and shouted in surprise: "You know each other?"

The two of them suddenly panicked, but they said in unison: "I don't know!"

The fat-headed monk felt a little dazed when he saw the two of them denying in unison, but seeing that the two of them denied it so decisively, the fat-headed monk was skeptical of what they said and stopped asking.

This is the third time Zhuo Yifan and Yue Linglong have met, and the meeting at this time has been a long time since the first two times, and both of them have changed slightly, so the scene is completely different from the previous two.

The first time they met was on the street of Liangcheng, they looked at each other unpleasantly, they were very angry, Yue Linglong taught Zhuo Yifan a hard lesson.

The second time was in Yecheng Xuantie Villa, the two of them were very angry, and Yue Linglong had an extra layer of disgust and hatred for Zhuo Yifan.

But for the third time in this restaurant in Sai Bo City, there was some inexplicable joy, gloomy loss, and inexplicable complex emotions mixed in it, making it impossible for people to touch its real existence and understand the meaning of its appearance.

"Who are you?" said the fat-headed monk, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said coldly.

"Senior Brother Hua, didn't I say it. Like you, I'm a monk, but I'm just a lay disciple. Zhuo Yifan replied with a laugh.

"I don't think so! Since you know Hua's name, you must not have just come to ask Hua for a bowl of wine!" The fat-headed monk's eyes suddenly lit up and he looked at Zhuo Yifan, so as to gain insight into his mind and find out his true intentions.

"Hehe, Senior Brother Hua, it's strange that the little brother is too stupid, and he doesn't know Senior Brother Hua's name, please don't mind Senior Brother Hua!" Zhuo Yifan said with an embarrassed face.

"Joke! You call me Senior Brother Hua, why do you still pretend not to know? Although I am lustful, I am also an iron-clad man, and I don't like those sinister and cunning people!" The fat-headed monk snorted coldly, his hands were already on the short knife on his waist, and he looked at Zhuo Yifan vigilantly, as if in the next moment, he would swing the knife at any time. (To be continued.) )