After all, most demons come from the most filthy and dark places.
And the sun has the effect of restraining them.
Most of the breath is invisible in the sun.
Bai Weiwei put her hands on her chin, the delicate girl, pouted in dissatisfaction, "Monk, this place is broken and dirty, why don't you send someone else here, why do you do it yourself?"
Ning Chen took out a small wooden hammer from his sleeve and tapped the back of her head.
The knock made Bai Weiwei's brain shake, and almost all four were empty.
Ning Chen lightly retracted the gavel, "Aren't others not people? Why do you want others, not us?"
Bai Weiwei reached out and covered her head, looking at him with tears in her eyes, the tears in her clear eyes couldn't be shed.
Seeing Ning Chen's heart twitched, he just wondered if he was talking too much.
But I heard Bai Weiwei choked up and said happily, "Monk, we are so happy to hear you say."
Ning Chen: "..."
Bai Weiwei touched her head, and reached out her hand to wipe her tears, "You say someone else is someone else, but you say I say us, and we are the closest."
Ning Chen: "..."
He was silent for a while before he silently retracted the gavel.
I couldn't understand why she was crying and laughing at all.
We're just us, didn't we deliberately say that you and I are not too expensive
There's something wrong with the fairy's brain.
The sun is westward.
The ruined temple is very quiet.
Bai Weiwei yawned tiredly.
She said lazily, "Monk, I'm so bored, aren't you bored?"
Ning Chen said calmly, "If you are bored, just recite the scriptures."
Bai Weiwei: "Besides chanting sutras, what else do you like?"
Ning Chen thought about it for a while, and then said in a calm tone, "Reciting the scriptures is the best."
Bai Weiwei was finally defeated, she whispered: "But for me, you are the best."
This is a little helpless.
Not a joy, not a trace of joy.
It was a plain and casual sentence, but it was more like it came out of my heart.
Ning Chen quietly turned to look at her.
However, she saw that the girl was still bowing her head, her long eyelashes were hanging down, her skin was delicate, her long hair was tied with a belt, and her beautiful flower buds were quietly blooming in her thick hair.
The appearance is too charming, but it brings out a sense of sadness.
Ning Chen didn't know how to respond for a while.
As if nothing was right.
Not saying anything is wrong.
In the end, he just said lightly, "You don't need to take me too seriously, it's not worth it."
Bai Weiwei immediately raised her eyes and glared at him fiercely, "Monk stinky, when I put you down in the future, I won't stick with you anymore, I don't want you, there are times when you cry."
Ning Chen was silent for a while, then nodded calmly, "I'll wait for that day."
Bai Weiwei gritted her lower teeth before humming, then turned her back and ignored him with her arms around her chest.
Ning Chen, who was used to being slapped in the face, very calmly continued to count the beads and read the scriptures.
Bai Weiwei was impatient: "What to read, I'm so annoying, don't read it."
Ning Chen ignored it and read softly.
Bai Weiwei: "You are unreasonable."
Ning Chen persistently recited the scriptures.
Bai Weiwei: "Monk, shut up, or I'll kiss you on the mouth."
Ning Chen paused, and when he came back to the meaning of this sentence, his face couldn't help but heat up slightly, and then he finally fell silent.
It was finally night.
Bai Weiwei ignored Monk Ning for a while.
The temple at night is eerie.
Dilapidated window lattices, dead leaves rustling outside the door, and four knots of spider silk in the temple.
A huge incense burner was full of burnt incense ashes.