Small face paralysis stretched out a hand to pull the sleeve of one's husband, whispered, "it's him, encourage your father to change our wedding date."
"I always feel that this man is not looking right."
Mo Lian's eyes narrowed slightly, glancing dangerously at the master of the state who was entering the gate.
He also thought that the national teacher was very strange. He was like a fairy in his daily life, but he felt that some of them were aimed at his little daughter-in-law.
Xiao Mian took the tangerine peeled by my husband and stuffed it into his mouth. He turned to look at the little monk who was eating happily.
The little guy squatted beside her with a round head and a round head. He grabbed a crisp cake on each of his two little claws, agitated his cheeks to eat, and turned his head to look at her from time to time.
"Benefactor, we will bring some food for the little monkey later."
Arbor nodded, pulled his little hand and wiped it. "Kongkong, today your KongYin Master said that he would like to see you. When he saw you later, he knew what to say to him."
The little monk put down the crispy cake in his hand and looked at the tree doubtfully, "benefactor. What do you want to say to master KongYin? "
On the small face, which was paralyzed and tense, there was a faint smile, "of course, to cover his words."
"You think, when Zhu fan and his wife took you to Shenzhou, they said that they had taken the life of the elder."
"But in the middle you were attacked by a group of people in black. What's the matter? I'm afraid it's only Kong Yin's old monk who knows. "
The little monk, with his mouth closed in a straight line, said gravely, "benefactor, you say that master is a monk."
One side of the ink Lotus can't help but draw a corner of the mouth, every time listening to these two conversations, he has a kind of impulse to laugh.
The tree raised his hand and touched his bare head. "Remember?"
The little monk nodded his head. "I asked Master Kong Yin, who are those people in black?"
Arbor nodded. "Later, my sister will send you to the empty voice table. You remember to ask."
The little monk put a little head on his head and asked, "benefactor, can I go back with you in the evening?"
"Yes."
The little monk seemed more happy and reached for the fruit on the plate and ate it.
As long as the benefactor doesn't throw him away, ask anything.
Not long ago, the late elder Kong Yin, together with several elders of the Presbyterian Council, also appeared.
At this time, the National Normal University just sat down, turned to look at the group of elder Kong Yin and nodded slightly with a smile.
Kong Yin touched his long beard, looked at the national teacher, and smiled with his tiny head.
The little monk stood up with his face paralyzed.
This movement of her, originally in the attic to enjoy the song and dance of all people have disappeared.
A pair of eyes, immediately looked at her head.
It's true that the little princess is not a good person to meet. When she thought of the last banquet, she couldn't even drink the hot soup, so the adults couldn't help crying for themselves.
Kabuki, who were rapidly spinning their figures in the hall, retreated a few steps one after another, leaving a passage with their heads down.
Little face paralysis also ignored other people, and sent the little monk to the position beside the elder Kong Yin.
The elder Kong Yin immediately showed a kind smile, "Joe, I haven't seen you for a long time. I've been busy lecturing recently, but I haven't spoken to you for a long time. "