Facing the menacing Jianfan, Liaochen smiled mysteriously and remained silent, determined to proceed to the end.
The young monk emerged from behind Master's robe and excitedly pulled at Jian Fan's nightgown.
Then, trouble appeared.
His thin lips were slightly open, and the faint sound of grinding his teeth could be heard.
The little monk found that he couldn't get close again and couldn't hold on.
He was so depressed.
Because of the unlimited supply of lollipops, both Jian and Traditional Chinese characters have been considered by the young monk as his own.
Unexpectedly, his brother was so untouchable that the little monk felt so sad.
"Xiao Fanfan, the time has not come yet, you can't get what you have now."
Liao Chen pretended to be a low-key, but he couldn't tolerate it.
Instead of letting others have the opportunity to tease his stupid wife, he might as well do it himself.
The good and the bad are all his.
Jian Fan sighed and walked out, "Everyone, let's go out and get some fresh air.
It's so annoying here."
She waved her little hands in the air, a bit like swatting away flies.
There will always be some people who like to collect treasures in their own eyes, even if they are just a pile of trash in the eyes of others.
Unfortunately, Jian Fan is this kind of person.
Babies are her Achilles heel.
She likes babies, including anything that can be exchanged for money.
The bracelet that leaked into Yuansheng's hand was also a rare act of generosity from Miss Jian.
But she prefers the process of collecting, so her treasures are all placed in Rongnan.
She has no idea how many treasures she has, she only knows how to earn them.
This means I am responsible for making money and supporting the family, and you are responsible for looking beautiful?
Jian Fan, who lived to be twenty-two years old, never attended the first-class banquet.
Rong Nan was hidden behind her, and only they could see that he was there.
Jian Fan followed the old monk all the way into the main hall of Xiaomaoshan.
Many familiar Feng Shui magicians were wandering around in front of Jian Fan's eyes, throwing out auspicious words one by one, but he didn't hear any of them.
He is truly an expert in talking.
"Old monk, do you want to start tonight?
I'm about to fall asleep.
It's not nice to fall asleep among a group of crows that keep making noises."
Judging from everyone's hypocritical greetings, she did not have such a peculiar hobby.
Miss Jian couldn't sit still, but Taiyang had just gotten up lazily.
Still have some trouble.
"It starts at 3:30 noon.
Little friend Jian, everyone will start to enter the venue in a while.
This conference will be held at Qingshui Pavilion in Xiaomaoshan.
Don't go wrong.
If you come in or out in the middle, report my name to the kid at the door.
"Yuansheng, stay with Jian Fan later, and don't forget your fate."
The old monk told the time and place, and also told Jian Fan what the apprentice had to do.
Very lazy.
"Okay."
The young monk Yuansheng nodded and walked to Jian Fan to stay.
After so long, he also knew that he could not touch him if he persisted.
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He was indeed a person who had seen the Buddha.
There was always "Buddha's light" shining around him. , telling mortals like him not to get close.
Maybe this kid's imagination is too exaggerated.
What he doesn't know is that the ones he sees the most are monsters and monsters.
The dark circles under Jian Fan's eyes seemed to be getting heavier.
She stared at Chen angrily, wondering why everything had been decided before she even spoke.
She and Ananda were dating.
She had planned it in the tomb.
During the banquet, she was admiring everyone's ugliness while chatting and laughing with Ananda.
When Ananda heard it, they didn't object.
Why is everything different from what she imagined?
As the saying goes, the IQs of these three creatures, namely an angry woman, a woman in love, and a pregnant woman, are all unpredictable.
The simplified and traditional versions perfectly interpret the first one, with a slight hint of the second.
"Old monk, you" Before I could say a few words, I heard the sound of gongs and drums outside the hall, "Please go to Qingshui Pavilion."
Several children stood in front of the door, their little faces swollen solemnly, and the atmosphere became more solemn unconsciously. point.
"Little friend, let's talk about it later.
Amitabha."
Liao Chen patted his cassock and took the lead in taking steps.
Jian Fan almost suffered internal injuries from holding it in.
Maoshan School is a major sect that has been passed down for thousands of years.
As the largest reception room of Maoshan School, Qingshui Pavilion is naturally elegant.
The plaque in front of the door is made of flawless white jade, inscribed with Qingshui Pavilion.
It is said to be the handiwork of the founder of Maoshan.
It is magnificent and majestic, and its aura of golden auspiciousness is simply dazzling than the sky.
The door that opened was made of the most precious gilt metal, not the gilt technology we call today.
This dazzling door couldn't be opened without any skills.
The door was also inlaid with many top-grade spiritual and spiritual stones. stone.
Even a little thing dropped in front of the door can enrich a young monk for decades.
When everyone walked inside the door, they realized that the decoration outside the door was just playing house.
Every table and chair in the hall is made of huanghuali, engraved with exquisite and complex runes unique to Taoism.
The fragrance is fragrant, giving people a kind of peace that reaches the depths of one's soul.
The number of people who came to participate in the auction was said to be more or less, but many well-known people loved to show off.
They were all dawdling outside the gate for unknown reasons.
Those who didn't know thought this was some kind of red carpet scene.
Xing was waiting for reporters to take photos.
Although the kid urged politely, it took two hours for everyone to enter the venue one after another.
Liao Chen is an eminent Buddhist monk, like a giant panda.
He has his own private room and a VIP passage.
He doesn't need to queue up or try to impress others.
Jian Fan threw himself on the soft couch in his private room without even glancing at the tea set of mutton-fat white jade placed on the table.
It was once difficult to make water in the sea, and the wine glass that made it easy was the first-class jade material in the world, not even inferior.
Although the materials were precious, they became inferior in Jian Fan's eyes.
After watching it, Jian Fan fell asleep out of boredom.
With a casual wave of his hand, Rong Nan covered Jian Fan with a high-end blanket of the same style as the one he was wearing.
His movements were so gentle that not even the beauty's hair trembled at all.
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"Old monk, what your disciple said he wanted to give to my wife, tsk tsk, you are really unkind."
Regardless of the reason for blinking and chewing the lollipop, Rong Nan drifted to the window of the private room, and the lake blue dark clothes , his eyes were blurred, and he held a half-opened folding fan in his hand.
His fair skin had no trace of blood, and he was delicate and luxurious.
Every move was filled with natural arrogance, and he was the pride of heaven as he should be.
"After all, we are old friends.
I can also see the disconnect between them.
I am so compassionate, but I can't bear it.
Donor Jian looks naughty, but he also has a good nature, and that person has no hardship at all. .
Donor Rong, I'm afraid you've thought too much."
Luochen Maitreya smiled like Buddha and rubbed the head of the disciple beside him, "Besides, Yuan Sheng has to be taken care of by you two.
What I did was just comply with the Buddha's instructions. will.”
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