Yan Bei was about to be tortured to death by Wen Liang.

He's really good at breaking up sentences.

Wen Liang hooked Yan Bei's neck: "Let's go, I will take you for a walk."

Wen Liang, if you say it is magical, is really magical.

He has both ruffianism and elegance.

Emotions change so fast.

Yan Bei: "Brother."

Wen Liang's ears are a little numb.

Rubbing his ears with one hand and holding Yan Bei with the other, he muttered: "Let me go, let me go!"

Yan Bei chuckled and was pulled away.

The temple in the suburbs is called Nanshan Temple and has constant incense.

But Wen Liang really hates this kind of old bald donkey, who talks in a nonchalant manner and has a few dots on his head.

If that monk hadn't been pretty good-looking back then, he would have been beaten to death long ago.

The monks in Nanshan Temple were all pretty good-looking, at least they could look past him. Wen Liang walked along the path and looked at the monk carrying a small basket on his back. Si Xun said nothing.

The sentence "Are you old bald asses already shivering to this point?" was not uttered in the end.

Yan Bei took Wen Liang to the temple to have a look.

When Wen Liang was about to leave, a child grabbed her by the corner of her clothes.

The child was wearing coarse cloth, with a string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, and a bare head with several dots on it.

He didn't know how many dots there were, but he got a headache when he saw the dots on the monk's head.

I really don’t know why the monk ordered this thing.

"Is something wrong?"

There will never be good monks in the temple.

Wen Liang adheres to this truth.

"Why is the donor full of evil spirits?" The young monk tilted his head, his eyes confused and confused.

Wen Liang smiled: "You really shouldn't be a monk. It would be great to be a Taoist priest after you open your heavenly eyes, but you ended up being a bald donkey for nothing."

Young monk: "The donor's words are wrong."

Wen Liang: "..." I became angry after hearing this.

A must-have for old bald donkeys!

What have you done to the beautiful flowers and bones of our motherland?!

It’s really a headache.

The young monk wanted to continue talking, but Wen Liang stopped him first: "I'm full of evil spirits and I've killed people before. Don't blame you. I'm going to throw some incense money into the merit box. Do you think so?"

"

Then without looking back, he took Yan Bei and ran to the merit box.

Take a breath.

Lament that life is not easy.

The young monk has learned the old bald donkey's trick.

The little monk murmured to himself behind him.

"...I seem...to have seen the donor somewhere..."

Yan Bei's SLR was ultimately useless because Wen Liang strictly adhered to his bottom line.

No photos, no autographs, no group photos.

But Wenliang just likes those pretty gadgets.

No one between the two of them confessed this first. It was Wen Liang who started the conversation, and it was Yan Bei who was the first to be emotional.

No one is right or wrong.

"Warm and cool."

The first time Yan Bei called Wen Liang's name, it was as if he had chewed his name in his mouth for millions of times. Every word he said made people's ears warm.

Wen Liang pretended to be calm and raised his head, gesturing for Yan Bei to continue.

"……nothing."

After Yan Bei sighed, he held the warm hand and walked down the mountain.

Still waiting for Yan Bei's warm confession of affection: "???"

What the hell do you mean? Just run away after flirting?

The smart and witty Wen Liang almost cursed.

Wen Liang: “…………”

If it weren't for the 180 tons of idol baggage I carry, I would be the first to fuck you.

General Wen's aura today is 3.8 meters tall, and his legs are 2.8 meters long.
Chapter completed!