Ling Bingbing【By the way, can you help me get rid of the golden light of luck that my husband got from Bai Linyu? I always feel... dirty...】
Although having good luck is a good thing, she can do good things and earn money by herself, so she doesn't want to be dirty!
Hanging [That’s not luck, it’s merit]
Hang Hang【And those merits are originally yours】
Ling Bingbing: [Ah? It was originally mine? What do you 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?
Guagua lives in her head and knows her thoughts very clearly.
It knew that if it didn't reply, Ling Bingbing would definitely not let her live in peace. After three seconds of silence, it played a picture for her.
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Ling Bingbing: "..."
Ling Bingbing lamented: [Why can’t I install a 360 antivirus in my head?]
Hanging: [Don’t be afraid of poisonous computers, it doesn’t matter, we have medicine, Panda Burning Incense Invincible Supreme Edition, only 88888, take it home once]
Ling Bingbing:.......
Numb.
Really.
——
At the foot of the mountain, Ling Bingbing was busy fighting monsters.
On the mountain, without her, the guests of Lianzong were dancing more violently.
At the end of the day, the person who earned the most points was actually Hao Bufan.
The eldest nephew never left the Taoist temple hall all day except for eating and going to the toilet.
I copied the scriptures page after page.
If Ling Yan hadn't stopped him, he might have been able to copy it all night long.
The faint white smoke from the incense burner lingered around the man. The man's extremely charming face was less frivolous and more solemn in front of Daozu.
Just when Hao Bufan picked up a new piece of rice paper and was about to continue writing, the man in the smoke suddenly reached out to him and took away the pen in his hand.
Black ink drops fell on the white rice paper and splashed on the back of the man's white hands.
His hands were so white, as warm and slender as jade, and the black color spread quickly on the back of his hands, but they did not make people feel dirty at all, but made them feel very clean.
The blackness is also shockingly beautiful.
"Teacher..."
Hao Bufan felt that his throat was sore, 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 soon became turbid, and Hao Bufan felt that his heart was also confused.
When Ling Yan rinsed the pen and put it on the shelf beside him, he said as if he had woken up from a dream: "Teacher... I haven't finished writing yet."
Ling Yan raised his eyebrows, and a hint of mischief flashed through his narrow peach blossom eyes: "After you finish writing what you said, do you want all the scriptures in our gym to be copied?"
"Then Xiao Pingfan... I'm afraid you'll have to stay here for the rest of your life."
"I..." Hao Bufan instinctively wanted to say that I can, but when the words came to his lips, he was forced to swallow them back.
The teacher said that if a gentleman keeps his promises and is cautious in his words and deeds, making blind promises for things that cannot be done is also a loss of virtue.
"What are you?"
Ling Yan reached out and gently scratched his nose: "Let's go, little idiot."
All the thoughts in Hao Bufan's head were scratched by him, leaving only a large blank space, like unused rice paper on the table, which could only accommodate one person.
"Go...where?"
Ling Yan: "Let's eat...where else can we go?"
Ling Yan: "Oh, by the way, your fiancée refuses to step into the Taoist temple no matter what. Let me tell you, if you miss her, go to the back mountain to find her."
"Ah?" Hao Bufan looked at him in confusion, his two big watery eyes becoming a little dry due to excessive use.
In his sight, his beautiful master seemed to be glowing!
Hao Bufan blinked hard.
The master is still the same master, but the light is gone.
"Why are you staring at me like that? What? Do you suspect that I am bullying your little girlfriend?" Ling Yan touched a bamboo leaf from somewhere, held it on her lips, and blew it gently.
Not long after, a chubby falcon flew over and landed on his shoulder.
He tilted his head, and the falcon also tilted his head, which was indescribably cute.
"No, how could I doubt Master? I'll be thankful that Linglang doesn't cause you any trouble."
Hao Bufan looked at the little guy on his shoulder with some covetousness, licked his lower lip, and asked expectantly: "Is this master's pet? Can I touch it?"
This white falcon is so fat, and its hair is greasy, and it feels very good to the touch.
"Not really a pet." Ling Yan said lightly, but the only pet he has is this one...
"Ah?"
Ling Yan stretched out his arm, patted Bai Falcon and made a gesture. The next second, Bai Falcon jumped up from him and flew towards Hao Bufan. To be precise - he stabbed him with a sudden movement.
Into his arms.
Hao Bufan:!!
"What? You don't want to touch me? I'll just give you a hug." Ling Yan said lightly, the curvature of the corners of his lips had not changed much, but the tail of his eyes stained by the afterglow of the sunset became more and more seductive.
"I..."
Hao Bufan held Bai Sheng in his arms. The little guy was lighter than he thought.
It seems that he has been with the owner for a long time, and this little guy also has a faint scent of agarwood.
He is holding it, rounding it off, is he holding the master?
No, no, no——
How could he think so.
This is blasphemy against the master!
Hao Bufan subconsciously let go of Bai Falcon.
Bai Falcon was intoxicated with the pleasure of being massaged when someone pushed him down so hard that he almost fell to the ground.
Although Hao Bufan saved it as soon as he found out what he had done and protected it, the little guy still slapped him on the arm angrily and then flew away quickly.
Not only that...it flew around in a circle and came back again.
Pat--
On the front of Hao Bufan's shoe, there is an extra...'gift'.
Hao Bufan:......
Ling Yan watched him mopping the floor in embarrassment and couldn't help laughing.
"Little idiot, do you understand now? Even if you are a little beast, you can't mess with it casually."
"Just flirting is irresponsible, but you will be punished."
"Okay, you go to eat. I have to go out to do something. I really won't be back tonight, so you don't have to wait for me."
After saying that, Ling Yan left.
His movement was very fast, like a wisp of blue smoke. Hao Bufan only felt a white light flash in front of his eyes, and the next second, Ling Yan was gone.
He stared blankly in the direction he left. The empty Taoist temple was shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun, so bright and crimson.
"Donor Hao, your face is very red, do you have a fever?" The little Taoist priest came behind him at some point, holding several bamboo tubes in his hand.
Hao Bufan came back to his senses, pinched his waist unnaturally, and then replied with a smile: "No, I was just shocked by the beauty of the sunset."
"Do you have anything to do with me, the little Taoist priest?" He raised his eyes and looked at him, his tone was calmer than he had ever noticed.
The little Taoist priest handed the bamboo tube to him: "I'm bringing you a meal. It's delicious bamboo tube rice made by the Supreme Elder."
Hao Bufan squeezed the bamboo tube tightly...
"Thank you...I like it very much."
The little Taoist priest tilted his head: "But you haven't opened it to eat yet?"
Is the adult world so perfunctory?
Hao Bufan laughed, and his voice became more confident: "Because he did it, it must be good."