Chapter 2928： The holy monk's lotus essence (42)

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The next plane sideline will also be a follow-up task, and it will not be like this plane, with many dispatches.

Only one or two.

It's all ninety percent of the primary tasks.

The system thinks that it's cool.

Every plane came to threaten him to thunder with host Tian, ​​and he long remembered it.

Can't pinch you, you little flea.

After listening to the systematic explanation, Bai Weiwei suddenly felt an inscrutable feeling in their system circles.

The main system is multiple exploitation.

Her family was so poor that she couldn't afford a house and thought it was miserable.

The spur line has actually fallen to dry labor.

She thinks this task is too simple ... wait, how can she go out?

I ca n’t go out, I ca n’t climb the bed, I ca n’t sing, it ’s tantamount to eating **** ...

She immediately reached out and knocked outside, and said to the monk, "Monk, I'm tired and want to sleep."

Ning Chen looked down quietly, looked at the bowl for a while, then said lightly: "Too lazy and unwilling, I will stay here to reflect on myself tonight and let you out tomorrow."

Bai Weiwei: "..."

Then Ning Chen heard the violent sound from the bowl.

"Smelly monk, have you run out of temple monks, forcing people to listen to what's wrong with your chanting, let me out."

"You think I can practice successfully by reading the scriptures like this, you will only succeed in mad at me. I like you and I don't like to listen to you."

"Let me out and never let me out again, I tell you, you will be too old to walk in the future, will you hang you on a swing?"

Ning Chen: "Don't make a fuss, you need to cultivate more. It's up to you the day after tomorrow."

Bai Weiwei: "..."

She touched her heart and talked to the straight steel man, which was a myocardial infarction.

Forget it, this monk doesn't understand people.

She thought about it, but use the bitterness.

Then she had a thin voice and said weakly, "Monk, I'm so upset that I can't breathe."

Ning Chen was silent for a while, then said, "Drink more water."

Bai Weiwei said hardly, "What about water?"

Ning Chen lifted the bowl open, and then put a tea cup in front of her.

Bai Weiwei became smaller, chopping her teacup with her hands ... and found herself a crow.

The crow drinks water that crow.

I can't lick water with my mouth together.

Ning Chen saw that she had a hard time drinking water. After thinking about it, she tilted the tea cup and said softly, "Drink like this."

Bai Weiwei stooped, took a sip, then raised her eyes to reveal a happy smile.

"Monk, you worry about me so much, you must like me."

Ning Chen said blankly, "Are you still drinking?"

Bai Weiwei touched her belly and shook her head.

Then-bang!

The bowl snapped back.

Bai Weiwei: "..."

Ning Chen said calmly, "Continue listening to the scriptures."

Bai Weiwei: "..."

Ning Chen looked at the quiet bowl and finally sighed, and almost let her out.

How can such a relaxed mind be cultivated successfully.

He stared at the bowl calmly, not knowing what he was thinking, and then he continued to read the scriptures calmly.

Bai Weiwei in the bowl did not see it.

The place where Ning Chen sat, had already become terribly distorted.

The black breath turned into a huge shadow, slowly rising from his back.

Pale fingers, touching Ning Chen's face.

The silent **** spreads out indefinitely outside the bowl.

The scent of Buddha's bones has accumulated from birth to the present, and has grown to an extremely terrible extent.

(End of this chapter)