"What are you talking about?"

The door can't be opened, he can be regarded as the door lock is broken, or the Taoist priest who has slipped into his room has already slipped into his room, and he can easily wave his hand in front of Wang San'er and the four of them, Wang Boao can also be regarded as a person with natural divine power or a person with superb martial arts, but now he really saw people's "invisible defense" in person, which really made Wang Boao's legs soften.

But fortunately, his mouth is still hard.

insisted on holding his mouth and refusing to say a nice word, so he coaxed this strange Taoist priest to be happy and let him go, and the adults didn't care about the villain.

The Taoist priest didn't reply, but pulled a grape like purple gold from the fruit bowl on the table, put it in his mouth and chewed it, and said with a sigh: "At this time, you can still eat grapes, it's amazing, you can enjoy it anywhere......"

"You demon ......" Wang Boao shouted against the door panel and in a strong voice.

"What kind of demon is it?, if you say this again, you will regret it sooner or later!" the Taoist priest spit out the grape core and slapped his palm.

Wang Boao was warned by him like this, and he pursed his mouth and didn't speak.

The Taoist priest had eaten and drunk enough, stood up, and looked at Wang Boao's room like an uncle with his hands behind his back.

"You don't have the right thing to put here, you shouldn't put it here!" the Taoist priest pointed to the flower pot on a small shelf, "I didn't put it like this in the first place!"

Wang Boao said in his heart that where I put things look good, what do you care?

Besides, you, a tattered Taoist priest, have you ever had a life like this Young Master?

Then the Taoist priest walked to Wang Boao's bookshelf again.

Wang Boao's yard not only opened a separate room for study, but also asked people to install a bookshelf in his room, so that Wang Boao can "always experience the joy of learning".

This is also one of the reasons why Wang Boao became more and more rebellious against his old man.

The Taoist priest walked to the front of the bookshelf seemingly casually, and then scratched his hand on the row of books, and pulled out a copy from it.

"Hey, what are you doing?!"

Wang Boao, who had been paying attention to the Taoist priest's actions, screamed nervously when he saw him take the book from inside.

The Taoist priest smiled, "What are you panicking about?

He playfully glanced at Wang Boao, who was so nervous that his face was red, and then opened the book in his hand that didn't seem to have any special place at all.

Pictures that had nothing to do with writing jumped out and appeared in front of the eyes of the two.

The style of the painting is very simple, the protagonist is outlined with a few lines, the appearance of the person in the painting is close to abstraction, the facial features are blurry and blurry, the background is a blank, only two red people are enthusiastically hugging together.

On the edge of the corner of the book there are also folds left over from frequent flipping.

The corners of the Taoist priest's mouth hooked up with an indiscernible smile.

Wang Boao made him laugh so ashamed and indignant, but when he was nervous, he couldn't even say anything scolding.

"Tut-tut, this picture can't be done......" The Taoist flipped through the book quickly, and made a comment on the pictures inside, and it didn't take long to finish reading the book in his hand, and by the way, he also pulled out other similar books in the shelf.

He counted it, and there were a total of about thirty bookshelves, and twelve packaged Spring Palace atlases were mixed in......

"You are better than I was at the beginning!" At this time, the Taoist compared his former self with the current Wang Boao, and admitted defeat.

“...... I, why can't I read this thing?!" Wang Boao stimulated him with this sentence, rushed up and hugged the dozen or so books in his arms and hugged them tightly.

"I understand, I understand!" The Taoist gave him a slightly obscene look of "You know, I understand", "Which boy doesn't have a spring!"

"Me!" Wang Bo stomped angrily.

Then the Taoist turned around and walked to his bedside, leaned down neatly, and took out a small wooden box from under Wang Boao's bed.

"Hehe, you're hiding things here......, too!

The latter words fell into Wang Boao's ears, and he was inexplicably blurred, and he couldn't hear clearly at all, so he could only watch the demon Dao pour out the little dolls and toys he liked and toss them himself.

"I, I'll fight with you!"

Wang Boao finally couldn't bear it anymore, picked up a stool on the side and threw it at the man.

The stool was still bounced away by the Taoist priest as soon as he stretched out his hand.

"Whew...... ...... "Wang Bo stared angrily, staring at the man viciously.

The Taoist priest sat on the ground when he turned over his box, and when he made such a fuss, his posture naturally became "Kei sitting", and the insult was self-evident to Wang Boao, who didn't like to read much but still knew something.

However, the Taoist also reacted immediately, got up from the ground, and diverted the topic: "I said, you have changed your temper ......."

Wang Boao sneered: "It's your business whether Young Master Ben changes his temper or not!"

"Of course it's my business!" The Taoist smiled, and at a speed that Wang Boao couldn't refuse at all, he came to his side in a flash, hugged his shoulders affectionately and said, "Don't look at which of us is with whom!"

"I'm going to die with you!" Wang Boao's eyes flashed fiercely, and he picked up the whip on his waist and was about to whip him.

The Taoist reacted quickly and gave him a slap in the head and froze him.

"Die, die!" Jing said such an unlucky thing!" The Taoist taught him a lesson like an elder of Wang Boao, then touched his chin and thought about it, and said, "Okay, since you don't want to go with me now, forget it, anyway, you have to come to me sooner or later, if you think I'm annoying, I won't come to you often in the future...... But there are still lessons to be learned for you......"

He raised his hand and gave Wang Boao a brain meltdown, "I'll let you ...... Well...... So that you can't beat people casually in the future, clean up this young man!"

Wang Boao glared at him angrily, and he also hid fear in his heart, and his mouth was already bitten and bleeding.

The Taoist looked at him, then smiled, waved his sleeves and turned around, opened the door, and strode away.

In early spring, there was still a little cold wind, and as soon as the door opened, it immediately poured in, blowing Wang Boao's buttocks to the ground, and the pleasure brought by the intimate contact between his buttocks and the floor immediately made Wang Boao's face twist in pain.

Wang Boao gritted his teeth and slowed down, hurriedly turned around, crawled to the door and looked outside, and made sure that he couldn't see the figure of the demon Dao, so he shouted loudly: "Come!

"Young Master, Young Master, what's wrong with you?" As soon as the subordinate who was called over saw Wang Boao's appearance lying on the ground, he immediately rushed over to help him up, and asked nervously.

"Yes, there is a demon way! There is a demon way to make trouble for this young master!" Wang Boao's young and childish face was distorted, commanding this subordinate, "You go to my mother, find my mother!"