The next plane branch line will also be a random task, and it will not be distributed like this plane.
Only one or two.
Ninety percent of them are all primary tasks.
The system felt that, cool, the revenge has to be avenged.
Every plane came to threaten him with a thunderstorm with the host, and he had long hated it.
I can't kill you, you little flea.
After Bai Weiwei listened to the system's explanation, she immediately felt an indescribable feeling towards their system world.
In the end the main system is exploited multiple times.
Her family's poor family, unable to buy a house, thought it was miserable enough.
The branch line has even been reduced to doing coolies.
She thinks this task is too easy... Wait, how does she get out
If you don't send it out, you can't climb the bed, you can't sing, it's like eating shit and saying it's delicious...
She immediately reached out and knocked on the outside, and said to the monk, "Monk, I'm tired and want to sleep."
Ning Chen lowered his eyes quietly, looked at the bowl for a while, and then said lightly: "Too lazy and not determined, stay here tonight and reflect on yourself, and let you out tomorrow."
Bai Weiwei: "..."
Then Ning Chen heard a violent voice coming from the bowl.
"Smelly monk, have you run away from the temple monks, forcing people to listen to your chanting what's wrong, let me out."
"You think I can succeed in my practice by reciting the scriptures like this. You will only succeed in angering me. I like you and don't like listening to you read the scriptures."
"Let me out, if you don't let me out again, I'll tell you, in the future you'll be too old to walk, and you'll be hung up on a swing, you know?"
Ning Chen: "If you speak falsely, you still need to practice more. I'll leave you to the day after tomorrow."
Bai Weiwei: "..."
She touched her heart and talked to the steel straight man, she had a myocardial infarction.
Forget it, this monk can't understand human speech.
After thinking about it, she should use the bitter trick.
Then she pinched her voice weakly and said weakly, "Monk, I'm so uncomfortable, I can't breathe."
Ning Chen was silent for a while before saying, "Just drink more water."
Bai Weiwei said with difficulty, "Where's the water?"
Ning Chen lifted the bowl and put a teacup in front of her. The handsome young man said indifferently, "Drink it."
Bai Weiwei became smaller, holding the teacup with both hands... and found herself turning into a crow.
The crow drinks the water that crow.
His mouth was close, but he couldn't even lick the water.
Seeing that she was having a hard time drinking water, Ning Chen pondered for a moment, then tilted the teacup and said softly, "Let's drink it like this."
Bai Weiwei bent over, took a breath, then raised her eyes and showed a happy smile.
"Monk, you are so worried about me, you must like me."
Ning Chen said blankly, "Are you still drinking?"
Bai Weiwei touched her stomach and shook her head.
And then—bang!
The bowl was re-buckled.
Bai Weiwei: "..."
Ning Chen said calmly, "Continue to listen to the scriptures."
Bai Weiwei: "..."
Looking at the quiet bowl, Ning Chen finally sighed lightly and almost let her out.
How can such an idle mind be able to cultivate successfully.
He looked down at the bowl calmly, not knowing what he was thinking, and then he continued to recite the scriptures in a calm voice.
And Bai Weiwei in the bowl didn't see it.
The place where Ning Chen was sitting had already become extremely terrifyingly twisted.
The black breath turned into a huge shadow and slowly climbed up from his back.
Pale fingers touched Ning Chen's face.
The silent hell spreads infinitely outside the bowl.
The breath of the Buddha's bones has accumulated from birth to the present, and it has become extremely huge and terrifying.