Ling Bingbing【By the way, can you help me get rid of the golden luck that my husband had come from Bai Linyu? I always feel... dirty...]

Although having luck is a good thing, she can do good things herself to earn so that she can avoid dirty things!

Hang [that is either luck or merit]

Hang [And those merits are yours]

Ling Bingbing: [Ah? It was mine? What does it mean?]

Mr. Hao had no need to lie to her. The light was cut off from around Bai Linlang. But if it belonged to her, why would the light return to Bai Linyu first?

The hanging is in her head, and she knows her thoughts very clearly.

It knew that if it didn't reply, Ling Bingbing would definitely not let her live. After being silent for three seconds, it popped her a picture.

[To know what happens next, permissions]

[Dragon-slaying sword, don't have 188, don't have 998, just 10,086, brackets - unit ten thousand]

Ling Bingbing: "..."

Ling Bingbing sighed: [Why can't I install 360 antivirus in my head?]

Hang: [You don’t have to be afraid of the computer being toxic, it doesn’t matter, we have medicine, Panda Burn Incense Invincible Supreme Edition, only 88888, take it home at one time]

Ling Bingbing:......

It's irritating.

real.

——

At the foot of the mountain, Ling Bingbing was busy fighting the "monster".

Without her on the mountain, the guests who love each other were even more powerful.

At the end of the day, the person who earned the most points was Hao Bufan.

Apart from eating and going to the toilet, my eldest nephew never left the Taoist temple hall for a day.

The scriptures were copied page after page.

If Ling Yan hadn't stopped him, he would have been able to copy all night.

A faint white smoke in the incense burner lingers around the man. The man's extremely beautiful face is less slight and more solemn in front of the Taoist ancestor.

Just as Hao Bufan picked up the new rice paper and was about to continue writing, the man in the smoke suddenly reached out to him and took away the pen from his hand.

Black ink drips on the white rice paper and splashed on the back of the man's white hands.

His hands were too white, as gentle and slender as jade. The black color quickly spread on the back of his hand, but it didn't make people feel dirty at all, but it made people feel very clean.

The smear is so beautiful that it is shocking.

"teacher..."

Hao Bufan felt his throat astringent, as if it had been burned by fire.

Ling Yan responded in a low voice, threw the brush into the pen holder and stirred it gently.

A pool of clear water quickly became turbid, and Hao Bufan felt that his heart became chaotic.

When Ling Yan rinsed the pen and placed it on the shelf beside him, he woke up like a dream and said, "Teacher...I haven't finished writing yet."

Ling Yan raised his eyebrows, and a trace of teasing flashed in his narrow peach blossom eyes: "Are you going to copy all the scriptures in our gym after you finish writing?"

"Then Xiao Pingfan, you... are afraid you will stay and copy it for the rest of your life."

"I..." Hao Bufan instinctively wanted to say that I could, but when he said something, he was forced to swallow it back.

The teacher once said that if a gentleman values ​​promises and is cautious in his words and actions, and if he cannot do something and makes a blind promise, it is also a loss of virtue.

"What are you?"

Ling Yan reached out and gently scraped his nose: "Let's go, little daigua."

Hao Bufan's thoughts were gone in his head, leaving only a large piece of blank space, just like unused rice paper on the table, and could only accommodate one person.

“Go…where to go?”

Ling Yan: "Where can you eat...where else can you go?"

Ling Yan: "Oh by the way, your fiancée refused to step into the Taoist temple no matter what she said. Let me tell you that if you miss her, go to the back mountain to find her."

"Ah?" Hao Bufan looked at him in confusion, his big watery eyes became a little dry due to excessive use of his eyes.

In his sight, his beauty master seemed to be shining!

Hao Bufan blinked hard.

The master is still the same master, but the light is gone.

"What are you looking at me like this? Why? Is it because I suspect that I bullied your little girlfriend?" Ling Yan touched a bamboo leaf from somewhere, put it on his lips, and blew it gently.

Soon, a chubby falcon flew over and landed on his shoulder.

He tilted his head, and the falcon also tilted his head, so cute that it was indescribable.

"No, how could I doubt Master? Linglang won't cause trouble for you, I'm thankful."

Hao Bufan looked at the little guy on his shoulder with some jealousy, licked his lower lip, and asked expectantly: "Is this the master's pet? Can I touch it?"

This white falcon is so fat, and its fur is also oily, and it feels very good when you look at it.

"It's not considered a pet." Ling Yan said lightly. His pet is only one in front of him...

"ah?"

Ling Yan stretched out his arm, patted Bai Fang, and made a gesture. The next second, Bai Fang jumped up from him and flew towards Hao Bufan. To be precise, it was a fierce attack.

Entered his arms.

Hao Bufan:!!

"What? Don't you want to touch it? Just hug you." Ling Yan said lightly. The curve of the corners of his lips had not changed much, but the ends of his eyes that were dyed with the afterglow of the sunset became more and more attractive.

"I..."

Hao Bufan held Bai Sheng, and the little guy was lighter than he thought.

It seems that after staying with the owner for a long time, this little guy also has a faint agarwood smell on his body.

He held it, rounded it up, that was he holding the master?

No no no no—

How could he think so?

This is a blasphemy to the master!

Hao Bufan subconsciously let go of the white falcon.

Bai Fang was intoxicated by the joy of being massaged. Someone was pushed down hard by someone, which almost fell to the ground.

Although Hao Bufan saved it as soon as he discovered that he had done something and protected it with his grandmother, the little guy still angrily muttered on his arm, and then flew away quickly.

Not only that... it flew around and went back again.

Smack-

There was an extra throw in front of Hao Bufan's toe... a "gift".

Hao Bufan:...

Ling Yan looked at him embarrassingly and couldn't help laughing.

"Little Daigua, do you understand now? Even a little beast cannot be provoked casually."

"Pufacturing is not responsible, but you will be punished."

"Okay, go to have a meal. The teacher is going out to do something. I really won't come back tonight, so you don't have to wait for me."

After saying that, Ling Yan left.

His movements were very fast, like a wisp of blue smoke. Hao Bufan only felt the white light flashing in front of his eyes. The next second, Ling Yan disappeared.

He stared blankly at the direction of his departure. The empty Taoist temple was shrouded in the afterglow of the sunset, so brilliant and so red.

"Hao Duke, your face is very red. Are you having a fever?" The little Taoist priest came behind him for some time, and he was carrying a few bamboo tubes in his hand.

Hao Bufan came back to his senses, pinched his waist unnaturally, and then replied with a smile: "No, I'm shocked by the beauty of the sunset."

"Is there anything wrong with Taoist priest looking for me?" He looked up at him, his tone of peace that he had never noticed.

The little Taoist priest handed him the bamboo tube: "Send you food, made by the Supreme Elder, a delicious bamboo tube rice."

Hao Bufan tightened the bamboo tube...

"Thank you...I like it very much."

The little Taoist tilted his head: "But you haven't opened it yet to eat?"

Is the adult world so perfunctory?
Chapter completed!