"hehe" Suqian grinned, his smile was superficial but his face was not smiling, "I will take what I want by myself.
Your little merit is not enough for me to stuff my teeth between."
The system remained silent: Who coveted Tang Monk meat before?
The little monk smiled even more cutely, "I knew my mother wouldn't let me go.
Sure enough, my mother loves me."
Su Qian snorted coldly: You kid, you are thinking too much.
I know how to do it.
Do you want it?
Yinmian sneered: Didn't you say she has no heart?
No matter how much you love her, you can't like me.
She still loves you, little monk.
You're thinking too much.
Little Monk: I know, my mother is heartless, but the little monk is my mother’s son and the person closest to my mother by blood.
How can you, a stranger, compare with the little monk?
Yin Mian: Ah, ah, I’m so angry, but I have nothing to say.
On the Yinmian vs Little Monk competition series, the Little Monk wins completely "So, you still have to look for it" Suqian was a little tired from standing, so she decisively turned the double-edged halberd into a big iron fan.
She sat cross-legged on it, propped up her chin and looked at the naughty little monk, her chin raised, and she asked a little casually.
Judging from her appearance, it seemed like she really didn't care about this question at all, and she just asked it casually.
"Well, I'd better go look for it.
Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda."
The little monk said something uneasy.
He couldn't bring himself to say something against his will, and he had a hunch that if he said something against his will to deceive his mother, her mother would most likely abandon him.
Don't ask him why he knew it. , Dad is a lesson learned from the past.
His mother once loved his father so much that he could feel the deep affection and joy just from the memories, but later he said he didn't want it and he didn't want it anymore.
And he showed up so late that his mother couldn't find him for so long, so she gradually became disappointed and no longer wanted him.
No, it's not that I don't want him, it's that I really don't want him, but I just changed my mind now for some reason, so he can't, can't let her down again.
Master said that the grace of childbirth is greater than heaven, and the kindness is heavier than Mount Tai.
Even if you suffer all the pain and disappointment later, you can resent it, give up, or don’t want it, but you can’t ignore it and add insult to injury.
Because no reason can compare with it.
You have been here, lived, and looked at this world, which is prosperous and prosperous, and the rising and falling sun. so The little monk's eyes were a little dim.
If his mother was disgusted by this, then Su Qian yawned, "Well, you go find me then, I'll go and take a nap."
After saying that, the whole person disappeared instantly.
The little monk blinked, but his mother was not angry.
His silver face curled up his lips, and he smiled weirdly.
He raised his hand and patted the young monk on the head, "Look for it.
Of course, it's best if you can get what you want."
It's just that you can't even find a white beard.
Your father has been killed by your stone-hearted mother.
There are really no bones left, not even scum.
What a pitiful child.
His expression of gloating was not too obvious, and he spoke half of his words and kept the other half.
The little monk was so angry that he stared at him, and the Buddha's light on his body that was suppressed by him flashed directly, burning a hole in the silver-faced hand.
Yin Mian took a breath and gritted his teeth, "Little monk, don't think that I dare not deal with you."
"snort" The little monk turned around and walked away.
After walking a long way, he suddenly turned back and grinned at the silver face and stuck out his tongue, "Slightly, slightly, slightly." silver surface Ahhhhh, so angry This little bastard is so annoying He really has the same virtue as that dead woman.
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He was the first to not believe it when he said he was not her son.
The result was obvious.
The little monk searched all over the place but couldn't find his father.
The extremely disappointed little monk sighed, that's all.
Since he left without saying goodbye and didn't want him to marry his mother, so be it.
They Don't want him anymore.
He will go back to the bridge and go back to the bridge.
The grace of childbirth has been ruined by his own hands.
He will have no right to complain in the future.
Shan Lingzhou, who had been blamed for countless misfortunes and was so dead that he could no longer die Can I blow up corpses?
Why on earth do I want to blow up my corpse?
Why do I have to die so aggrievedly that I can’t even become a ghost?
Why don’t I accept my resignation and come out to fight?
laugh Who cares about you?
Go down and get the lunch box, eat and go home, wash up and sleep.
At the end of this episode, the protagonist became cannon fodder and was successfully killed.
The whole drama is over.
Thank you for watching.
Shan Lingzhou, who had no way to blow up his body and was reduced to cannon fodder You're such a bastard that you're going to get beaten.
I'll tell you.
Su Qian lived in this plane for a long time, and the little monk grew up into a big monk.
From a white, pink and cute little boy, he grew into a handsome young man with peerless appearance.
But this young man did not return to secular life, but turned into a monk with his silver-white frosty hair.
What is even more shocking is that the merit value of his body, which turned into gold, has not decreased but increased, and it can rival the Tathagata.
Su Qian couldn't help but suspect that this guy was actually the reincarnation of the Tathagata and had come down to experience calamity.
It turned out that she was really overthinking it.
Little monk, no, Monk Hua is just a mortal who is particularly favored by heaven.
And this mortal finally survived the catastrophe, transformed into an immortal, and went to the upper world.
After he overcame the tribulation, he refined the merits and virtues of his body into the Golden Pill of Auspicious Clouds and gave it to Suqian.
He said to her, "Mother, I'm waiting for you in the upper world.
If you come, we will harm others together."
The corners of Yin Mian's mouth twitched when he heard these words.
The people in the lower world cheered that the great scourge of the Peerless Flower Monk was finally gone, while the people in the upper world were probably crying with regret.
Why do you want to let this scourge succeed?
It's good to come down now.
How can we let them live after they have set up such a thing?
Su Qian curled her lips, her face was pale, and she couldn't see any emotion.
She just watched the little monk being sent to the upper world by heaven, while she held the Xiangyun Golden Pill and didn't know what she was thinking.
After a long while, Yin Mian coughed lightly, "Why don't you go through the calamity?
It depends on your ability.
If you had gone through the calamity, I'd have gone up long ago."
Suqian glanced back at him and said, "Open your mouth."
"ah" Yin Mian was stunned, and some ridiculous thought flashed through his mind.
Before he could understand it, he felt something sliding down his throat and into his stomach, and the Xiangyun Golden Pill in Su Qian's hand was also missing.
Yin Mian's complexion changed drastically, his veins jumped suddenly, and there was a strong wind behind him.
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"Shang Qi, how dare you?"
Suqian looked at him expressionlessly without saying a word, just watching him unable to suppress the sudden surge of golden light in his body that enveloped him.
Then the wind and clouds surged, the sky and the earth changed color, there were bursts of thunder, and the disaster came again.
Yin Mian's Heavenly Tribulation was louder than the Little Monk's Heavenly Tribulation, because he was a ghost, and demons and ghosts experienced calamities and became immortals.
The process was a narrow escape from death, and now that he had eaten the Auspicious Cloud Golden Pill refined by the little monk's merit, Needless to say, the momentum is even more dissatisfying. aa2705221: