What's going on with the two wind chimes?
Jian Fan's face turned red, and his palm-sized face was covered in the blanket, and his nose was rubbed against the blanket crazily.
The living room was filled with the sound of fabric rubbing.
"Hey, Xiao Fanfan, did you kill a living creature or did you kick the purification bottle to pieces?
The smell of blood in this room is a bit strong."
As expected, it was absolutely impossible to let go of Rong Yan, who had just returned and had a nose as sensitive as a dog.
This point.
Jian Fan's mind, covered in blankets, was racing so fast that he almost started to smoke.
Facts have proved that if the brain is not used frequently, it will definitely get rusty.
She taped it gloriously.
What should she say?
"Xiao Fanfan, don't be shy when your relatives are here.
Do you want me to help you entertain?"
Rong Nan was lying on the back of the sofa, her handsome face resting on her hand that was prettier than a flower girl, her eyes filled with confusion.
An eerie light.
As long as Jian Fan takes away the blanket, he can stare at him face to face.
There was a cold feeling on the top of her head.
That guy from Rong Nang must be next to her.
It was rare that her mind was as smart as Ananda's.
Jian Fan's eyes flashed with an "evil light", and before he could speak, he was stabbed by Rong Nan's next words.
The guy said angrily, "Did you have early menopause, Xiao Fanfan?"
Jian Fan jumped up from the sofa, and a bloody blanket was thrown over his head.
The lower half of Jian Fan's face was red, and the blanket was covered with dark and light colors of blood condensation.
"Rongren, you just woke up earlier.
I'm getting angry, getting angry, getting angry."
Her pink and tender mouth opens and closes, making her look like an enhanced version of an angry little tabby cat, cute and funny.
Blankets are absolutely ineffective against easy attacks.
Rong Nan held the blanket, glanced at the blood stains on it, and moved his eyes.
From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Jian Fan, who looked like a "shrew" with her hands on her hips, saliva flying everywhere, and her face flushed.
His expression didn't change at all, he just waved the blanket in his hand.
It was quiet for a moment.
"Where does the anger come from, Xiao Fanfan, you don't think I have such thoughts."
Rong Nan was like installing a surveillance camera in the living room, and he was the terminal of the surveillance.
He put down the blanket and lay down as leisurely as if he had no bones.
At this moment, he was wearing a crescent-white long-sleeved shirt.
It had an aristocratic temperament and a silky texture.
He looked very attractive.
He was filming a chocolate commercial.
Same.
"Oh, did that old man Liao Chen invite you to attend that exchange conference?"
Jian Fan swallowed her saliva and secretly sighed at the regret that she could only see but not touch.
She didn't pay much attention to the nosebleed next to her nose.
She subconsciously chose the position furthest away from the difficulty and did the "out of sight, out of mind" thing. .
"What is an exchange conference?
It's so low-end.
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What we are going to attend is a first-class banquet."
Jian Fan turned her head away from Rong Yan.
She knew that she would definitely lose her momentum if she looked at him at this time.
How could you be cowardly in front of Ananda?
The Yipin Banquet is a treasure exchange meeting in the supernatural and feng shui world.
It lasts for four days.
The first three days are bartering, setting up stalls and trading freely.
The fourth day is the auction, where all kinds of treasures from the spiritual world are auctioned.
The Yipin Banquet is a grand gathering that has been passed down for thousands of years.
It is held once every ten years, according to ancestral rules, by the Taoist Maoshan Sect, the Buddhist Shaolin Temple, and the Yao Sect, which has been known for its fairness and justice for thousands of years.
This year is the 135th First Grade Banquet, hosted by the Maoshan Sect.
Master Liao Chen of Wuyou Temple was an eminent Buddhist monk.
One time when Jian Fan was doing a task, he came out to block the way.
His mother-in-law and mother said a lot of things, so Jian Fan pulled out a few of his beards in anger.
Because of those beards, Liao Chen talked to her even more mysteriously, and they started fighting because they couldn't explain it.
We didn't get to know each other until we got to know each other, but finally got in touch somehow, and the old man and the young man became friends every year.
The first-class banquet was very high, and Liao Chen said that he would take her, who was "unqualified," to see it.
"Tch.
I don't want a handsome guy like me to follow an old monk."
Rong Nan snorted softly with his pale and cold lips, then turned his eyes to Jian Fan's blood-stained and messy little face.
When he did, he snorted arrogantly again, "Xiao Fanfan, you must have your thoughts about me written on your face, although I don't mind either."
"Bang" What responded to him was Jian Fan's figure leaving like a whirlwind, a sharp "sentimental" sentence, and a door slamming that was "shy and fierce" in Rong Rong's opinion.
He clearly saw all this, as well as the "go" on the round belly of the little scarecrow at the door of Jianfan's room.
"Ha."
The joyful laughter that seemed to be suddenly enlightened slowly subsided.
Although in front of Rong Yan, Jian Fan was wrapped in a thick scarf to cover up her slightly hot earlobes, so let's just pretend they are invisible.
In the Dragon Kingdom, the famous temples can be said to be like large supermarkets.
They are prosperous all year round and there is an endless flow of people.
Jian Fan was wearing a bright red long single-breasted woolen coat, a pair of black thick-soled Martin boots, a red scarf and a snow-white woolen hat, which were so big that they almost covered her entire body.
Wearing sunglasses with a small face, Zhang stood in front of the temple gate, silently making a sea-fixing needle among the surging crowd.
"Xiao Fanfan, don't you have a mobile phone?
You can just navigate.
Why wait for the old monk to send someone to pick you up?"
Rong Nan looked at the people crowding in front of Wuyou Temple, and then looked at Jian Fan's thin The small figure asked irritably.
They are not people who like fun.
Lu Chi might be saved because of his cell phone, but Lu Chi, who doesn't like cell phones very much, can only sigh.
"What do you know?
Master Laohe and Liaochen sent someone to pick them up as a sign of respect for us."
When she informed Chen that she was coming to Wuyou Temple this morning, Liaochen replied to her in seconds, "I will definitely send someone to come."
Pick up my friend in front of the temple."
This reaction made her flattered and amazed.
Sure enough, these words can only be viewed as a joke.
Rong Yan seemed to have thought of something.
The smile overflowing from his thin lips changed from the initial suppression to the current laughter.
His whole body was bathed in the sun, and his crystal clear skin was the only one who could see this beautiful scene. .
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Tian Jianfan reflexively lowered her head and covered her nose.
Only then did she realize that the corner of her clothes was being held by a little monk who looked about five or six years old.
The young monk felt Jian Fan's gaze, and his bright forehead suddenly lifted up, revealing his big, clear eyes and neat teeth that were almost white enough to reflect the light.
"Hold on, my master asked me to pick you up."
Hold on.
Jian Fan laughed even more cheerfully when he heard Rong Nan from behind.
"Little monk, are you sure you are calling me?"
She felt that the expression under her sunglasses at this moment must be more zombie than zombie.
"Yes."
The little monk nodded excitedly, "Master said, let me pick you up.
Hold on, I've seen your appearance.
Master also said, hold on.
The last time I came to Wuyou Temple, I liked the front yard so much that I wandered around in it.
All day long, in order to prevent you from coveting our front yard, I will definitely take you to the backyard."
The little monk spoke every word very clearly.
Except for the sentence "Hold on," he looked so serious.
It's unbearable to interrupt.
Jian Fan's old face darkened.
The last time, when Rong Nan was not around, she came looking for Chen and ended up getting lost in the front yard.
Damn old monk, you are still going back on old scores, you are doomed －－－－－－Digression－－－－－ Rong Nian: So you were so miserable when I was away, madam.
Xiao Fanfan ignored: I'm sorry, I can't hear what you said.
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Yuansheng: Hold on, why is Fuxi ignoring me?
Xiao Fanfan: Did you get the advantage?
Yuansheng: Fuxi hugged me and said I was so cute.
Then he ignored me.
Xiao Fanfan: You are indeed quite cute.
So, dear, give me a good review.
Yuansheng: But only Fuxi is useful.
I don't want to give it five stars.
Xiao Fanfan: Who else did you use it on?
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