Chapter 2905： The holy monk's lotus essence (19)

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At the Linglong feast, in the peach blossom forest, Ning Chen walked to his place. There was only a simple table and a simple futon.

As if the owner knew his temperament, and prepared it intentionally.

The little lotus essence sat on his shoulder, his face cold, his hands ringing his chest and not talking.

"Leather looks illusive, does this mean that my looks are illusory or abstract?"

The system said: "It may mean your beauty, unique in this world, and beauty is just like illusion."

Bai Weiwei touched her chin. "Although this is a fool of me, it still feels very good to listen to."

The system silently came up with a "narcissist one hundred sentences of self praise".

The life value of thirty private house money he spent on embroidery was really worth it.

Look at the hosts are happy.

Not far from Ning Chen's side was another seat.

A horizontal lounge chair.

No one is sitting.

Xia servant has come over to drink and eat.

Ning Chen didn't respond at all. He looked deep into the peach blossom forest, and at the edges, there were ice-colored magical rays, running like a ribbon, running around the entire palace.

He looked for a while, and found that his ears were too quiet.

Little lotus essence noisy all the way, suddenly quiet down, a little unaccustomed.

He lightened his eyes, and saw the little lotus with his hands around his chest, his lips beeping, and his breath blowing, like a little squirrel with pine cones.

The boy bit her indifferently for a while.

She seemed to notice it, and raised her eyes to look at him, then snorted, turned around, angry and didn't look at him.

Ning Chen also looked down lightly, seeming to understand what she was angry with.

Seeing food on the table.

Except for drinks and meat, these are rare foods that are not common on weekdays.

Master Linglong prepares these things every time.

Whether it is beauty or illusion or gold or silver or food.

Every effort was made to hook his desire for humanity.

He never touched it.

Bai Weiwei turned to the system and said, "This dead bald, at first glance, looks like a lonely old man."

System: "He should have been alone forever, he is a monk."

Still a powerful monk.

Leader of the entire Buddhist path.

He is alone.

No other monk secretly lived alone, and no one knew it.

But the lord, every move touched everyone's heart.

If he weren't alone, it would cause a lot of trouble.

Maybe all monks will follow him as an example.

Then the monk was able to marry a wife ever since.

Bai Weiwei also thought that a bald donkey really couldn't marry a wife, so he could understand this ghost virtue.

I haven't seen a woman in my life, I haven't pulled a woman's hand, I haven't thought about what a woman looks like.

Just thinking about it is miserable.

Suddenly she heard a muffled low voice, "Hungry?"

Bai Weiwei sneered, "It's not good to starve to death, you are proud of missing one monster in the world and killing one person less, this is your virtue."

Ning Chen remained as cold as ever, silent for a long time before sighing, "That's hungry."

He suddenly reached out and reached over to his shoulder.

"There is a green pastry on the table, made of plant beads, which is good for plant fairies."

Little Lotus dazzled her mouth, hugged her chest with both hands, and ridiculed: "Who eats your broken things, dead monk."

Ning Chen's face was indifferent and he was silent for a moment before he said, "That's it."

Just pulling your finger back.

Suddenly, his fingertips tightened, and Little Lotus had stretched out his delicate and delicate hand, grabbed his finger, and climbed onto his palm.

(End of this chapter)