In the end it was difficult to compromise.
Since Jian Fan wanted to see old friends like Chen and Yuansheng, he couldn't stop him.
He would not admit that Jian Fan wanted to see Bai Shi.
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"Ananda, you didn't tell me that you were the Lord of Earth."
Jian Fan first saw Rong Nan's intention of disagreeing, and she angrily accused Rong Nan.
She thought Rong Nan was just an old ghost, but who knew he was the big boss she talked about every day.
I hear her complaints every day, why don't I give her a little more salary?
"You never asked.
And I admit that my reputation is not small."
After recalling the taste of his throat, Rong Nan cleared his throat and felt calm.
The name of the Lord of the Underworld is really very broad, and this one is the only one who has not memorized the Underworld Work Manual.
"You didn't say that we knew each other before."
Rabbits don't eat grass near their nests.
How come she, a stupid rabbit, gnawed on this teething grass.
"Fan Fan, you can't remember even if I told you.
I don't want to be a liar."
If you had just told Jian Fan, who was full of defensiveness, as soon as we met, I would be your old friend and I wouldn't be beaten away by her.
Simplified Chinese: I have nothing to say again, what should I do?
"I don't care, I'm going to go anyway.
You all brought up your white shirt, aren't you trying to torment me?"
It can't be reasonable, but Simplified and Traditional can be unreasonable, and then Rong Nian agreed.
He smiled meaningfully.
After adjusting his breath, Rong Nan took Jian Fan directly to the gate of Wuyou Temple through the abnormal passage.
Once inside, he had to force his way in.
Dijun would not take his wife to do such a dishonorable thing. .
If Jian Fan wasn't here, he must have gone directly to the backyard.
Everything was as usual, there was a cute little monk standing among the crowd.
He hadn't seen him for five years.
He had grown taller, and Jian Fan no longer had to worry about losing sight of him.
"Hold on."
Although people have grown up, well, their brains still haven't grown.
Yuansheng looked at Jian Fan who suddenly appeared without being noticed by the crowd.
His eyes lit up and he ran over to pounce on him.
"Little monk, have you ever said that you can't touch Fan Fan now?"
Even though he knew that the crowd couldn't touch Jian Fan as a soul, Rong Nan still carefully protected Jian Fan, and the little monk rushed towards him.
Sometimes, difficulty stands in front of Simplified and Traditional.
Baby, I want to touch my wife, but I haven’t asked my husband if he agrees.
Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, Yuansheng stopped and said pitifully, "Then, hold on, Rong Donor, go this way."
"Yuansheng, white shirt?"
Jian Fan asked as he floated.
She was finally able to use common and easy tricks, and visual inspection was very labor-saving.
Yuansheng kept walking, almost like running.
When he reached the door of the old monk's Zen room, he looked up and tears fell from his eyes.
"What's wrong?"
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It seems that Wuyousi has not changed.
Why Yuansheng is crying so sadly?
Jian Fan has no idea about this.
She looks at Rong Nan as if asking for help.
"Ananda" "Fan Fan, go in, sit down and I will tell you slowly."
He touched Jian Fan's forehead gently, "Yuan Sheng, didn't the old monk tell you not to show such an expression?"
Yuansheng bowed to the two ghosts and said, "Yes, donor Rong, I will go to the Buddha to confess immediately."
He wiped his tears carelessly and retreated quickly.
The innocence is still there, but the serious injury has not healed, which is heartbreaking.
"Fan Fan, the white shirt is a demon."
The old monk in the Zen room said nothing.
Rong Nan opened the door and pulled Jian Fan to sit down. he said seriously.
"I know that if he wasn't a demon, I wouldn't have kept him by my side, nor would I have sent him to Wuyou Temple."
Jian Fan also answered seriously, with a hint of understanding in his confusion that he didn't want to understand.
"Baishan is not called Baishan, he is actually" Before Rong Nan had finished speaking, suddenly the door that had not been closed and ajar seemed to have been kicked open, and arrogant laughter came from afar.
"Little friend Jian, benefactor, he is here."
Liao Chen said calmly as he sat behind the screen.
He didn't show up.
"There are guests coming from far away, old monk, but you don't entertain them.
Do you want us guests to take action?"
Rong Nan narrowed his eyes, and the white jade wine glass was held in his hand again.
Jian Fan didn't bring her copper coin sword with her, so she took out a few talismans from Rong Nan and wrapped them around her fingertips.
"Woman, do you remember me?"
The black figure walked from far to near, still wearing a mask.
It seemed that the false face fit better and was no longer as stiff as in the memory.
"Ao."
Jian Fan's lips uttered the word naturally.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－ Xiao Fanfan: Ananda, you always lie to me.
Ananda: If you don’t lie to me, you are lying to me.
You are so stupid.
Xiao Fanfan: Woo hoo, I want to run away from home.
Ananda: It’s a beautiful thought.
You are too lazy, how could you run away from home?
Xiao Fanfan: You don’t even give me a dream, you are really a bad guy Ao: Sorry, I am the big bad guy, don’t steal my identity.
Ananda, Xiaofanfan::