Chanting maniac little bald donkey.
Note orphaned advanced templates.
Bai Weiwei said that she really wanted to knock his head open, then pick up the scriptures and put them in, and light a gasoline fire by the way, so that he could spend the hot days with the scriptures.
Hehe, chanting.
She will tempt him in the future and stick scriptures on her body, and it is estimated that he will rush over.
The system saw that the host was gloomy.
It felt like demons were all around her.
He touched his arm, a little cold.
Immediately comfort the host, "The other party is just duplicitous, the favorability is so high, the little goblin in the scriptures can't compare to you. You don't believe in your own abilities, don't you believe in your own beauty?"
Bai Weiwei touched her face and was finally relieved.
"Although I know you're just coaxing me, it's comforting to hear it. You've become so gentle recently."
The system is cutting off the thread and modifying several details of the clothes.
He had a good wife and mother on his face, "We all depend on each other for so many planes, I am not gentle to you, but gentle to whoever."
Bai Weiwei suddenly felt that Tong had never met before, her brows were clear and her eyes were so handsome that her legs were weak.
Even if the face is the last, it's really ugly... I don't despise him anymore.
Bai Weiwei's mood finally improved, and looking at the bald donkey didn't feel so annoying.
And Ning Chen still continued, persevering in knocking the wooden fish.
From an angle that no one saw, his eyes were cold, and the dark air in his eyes slowly condensed.
What did he realize.
But slowly suppressed the thought.
Don't even think about it.
He has always been truthful, but he didn't dare to ask... Why did she get those breaths on her.
Maybe it just happened accidentally.
Ning Chen lowered his eyes slowly, but he knew this excuse was ridiculous.
Suddenly behind him, the girl came over again, she rubbed his neck softly, and said coquettishly, "Monk, I'm hungry."
Ning Chen's black ink-like eyes showed a slight fluctuation, and he was silent for a while before finally sighing helplessly.
"What to eat?"
Bai Weiwei was about to say something.
But I heard him say slowly, "Except me."
Bai Weiwei laughed and said, "Who wants to eat you now, I also plan to use you as a long-term food reserve, and I will lick you a few mouthfuls when I have nothing to eat in the future."
Monk Ning, who originally wanted to block her words, did not expect that a mountain is still a mountain high.
He had been too intimate.
She was... even more outrageous.
Monk Ning's ears were hot, and the gloom in his heart dissipated a lot.
He couldn't bear to think, even couldn't wait to escape the obvious problem.
So he stopped knocking on the wooden fish and stood up slowly.
The girl was still hanging lightly behind him, with a smile on her face, "Monk, don't you recite the scriptures?"
Ning Chen didn't hesitate in his footsteps, his tone was calm, "I'm not hungry, I'll go pick spirit grass for you, boil the juice and make some cakes."
She was so called hungry.
It's not a lack of spiritual energy.
but appetite.
A cultivator should not have all kinds of complicated desires.
Desire is like.
She likes to eat, not like lotus essence, but more like a human being.
In fact, she should not indulge her appetite, it will not do any good to the road of cultivation.
But I heard the girl happily say softly: "Monk, you are the best, I like you so much."
This mouth is unobstructed.
Ning Chen lowered his eyes silently, forget it, I'll correct it later.
[Ding, the male protagonist's favorability rating is 86.]