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Chapter 231 Completing it in one second is also a sin. (5)

Qiao really thinks it is good to be a ghost, because when you use your eyes too much, you won't feel sore eyes, and you won't feel hungry and tired, and you don't have to be afraid of unexpected things like car accidents and cancer. Apart from being restrained by Cheng Zhao, In addition to being wiped out when he died, Qiao really couldn't find any disadvantages of being a ghost.

When the sun set, Cheng Zhao took Qiao Zhen to Sici Mountain.

Qiao Zhen whispered to the old man, and did not shy away from Cheng Zhao at all. "What place are you talking about here? It looks like a temple to me. Will we be shot out by a golden light and be seriously injured?"

The old man looked at Qiao Zhen, who looked like a bumpkin, and rolled his eyes in disdain, "Those temples protected by the golden light are all protected by the Buddha, and they have long been ruined by these stupid human beings. They are unworthy." He pointed to the temple's plaque, "Sici Temple, after all, is a place to serve charity, it is lower than ordinary temples, so don't panic."

Only then did Qiao Zhen stabilize, and the old man followed Cheng Zhao, only to see a three or four-year-old young monk guiding Cheng Zhao, and she circled around the young monk. "What a cute little monk, walking steadily, so cute!"

The old man also looked at the young monk cheerfully, with rare kindness, "He is a good buddhist buddhist."

Qiao Zhen pinched his body and looked at the old man, the kind that twisted himself into a twist from the waist. "You can still see the talent of human beings? Then can you see Cheng Zhao's?"

The old man snorted softly, "If you can't figure it out by pinching your fingers, how can you see it with your own eyes?"

"Oh." Qiao Zhen responded disappointedly, "So you're not that good either!"

The old man was so angry that he wanted to hit someone!

The little monk led Cheng Zhao to turn another corner. He folded his clumsy hands together and bent down, "Benefactor, Master is waiting for you inside, please go in quickly."

Qiao Zhen responded with a smile, "Okay, let's go in now, little monk, you are so cute." She rubbed the little monk's head itchyly, and then pinched his plump little cheek, which was sensual and smooth tender.

Xiao Ling: 【You think he is Tang Seng?The meat is also smooth and tender, is it suitable for hot pot? 】

Qiao was really surprised [Huh? ], and then said with a bit of regret: 【It was discovered by you, now I dare not use him to cook hot pot. 】

Xiao Ling was so frightened that the screen went blank for a moment, [Host!Calm down!He is innocent! 】

Qiao Zhen used a more innocent tone, 【But am I not innocent?Why should I beg for justice from Cheng Zhao when I want to lose my life? 】

Xiao Ling: [Because you can’t fuck Cheng Zhao. 】

Qiao Zhen smiled grinningly: [Then this little monk must not be able to beat me, it seems that I can eat hot pot tonight.At this age, he is at his most sensual. When he grows older, the flesh on his face becomes thinner and his skin becomes rougher, so it won't taste good.There are flowers that can be broken and must be broken, and meat that is worthy of eating. 】

Xiao Ling showed a pair of eyeballs on the screen, and then squeezed together, showing a state of mental retardation. [Host, calm down, we have something to discuss. 】

Qiao Zhen sneered again and again, 【What can we discuss? You didn't mention a single word when you tricked me. Talk to me now?late! 】

Xiao Ling's screen trembled, shaking into a mess of black dots, [Susususususu host!We are not tricking you, this is a very common hidden task, it’s just that you didn’t get inspired by the first few tasks. 】

Qiao Zhen: [Evidence? 】

Xiaoling sent Qiao Zhen all the hidden tasks triggered by the hosts, as well as the completion statistics, [If you don’t believe me, the hidden tasks are really just a coincidence, but the lower the task difficulty, the higher the probability of triggering the hidden tasks. The difficulty of the task is also higher. 】

Qiao Zhen was furious and asked: [Then why didn't you say it before? !Now hindsight! 】

Xiao Ling shook into a snowflake screen: [Yes... I forgot when I was chatting with my fiancée, woo woo...Host, all mistakes are my fault, you must not be too hard on hurting innocent people, The punishment is very serious!You must not miss it! 】

Qiao Zhen: [Dog system! ! ! 】

She blocks Xiao Ling.

When she came back to her senses, she was already standing in the old monk's meditation room with Cheng Zhao, and the old monk took out two wooden boxes to Cheng Zhao, "Almsgiver, I have asked the monks in the temple to prepare for the things you entrusted. "

Qiao Zhen and the old man scrambled to get closer. Cheng Zhao opened the wooden box, and inside was a golden body. There were two large characters on the back of the golden body——Qiao Zhen. Next to the big characters was engraved the date of birth, accurate to the hour.And in the other wooden box is Qiao Zhen's gold medal, which can be described in two words as luxury.

Cheng Zhao thanked the old monk.

But when Cheng Zhao was half-stepping out of the door, the old monk suddenly called to him, "Wait a minute."

Cheng Zhao didn't look back.

The old monk seemed to be talking to himself, and he knocked on the wooden fish one after another, "It's not too late to take back the foot that has been stepped on, and it's not too late. Please think twice before acting."

Cheng Zhao's footsteps stopped for a few minutes, Qiao Zhen and the old man were waiting for Cheng Zhao's choice, anyone who heard the old monk's words just now would have some associations, and what Cheng Zhao wanted to do would definitely not be a good thing.

Moreover, the old monk had kind eyebrows, if he was a bad person, he wouldn't have such gentle eyebrows.

Cheng Zhao still walked out of the meditation room with the wooden box. Qiao Zhen was rarely talkative. She followed Cheng Zhao quietly, and the old man also quietly floated by Qiao Zhen's side.

By the time one person and two ghosts returned to Cheng Zhao's villa, it was already eight or nine o'clock in the evening.

Qiao Zhen continued to circle around Cheng Zhao, only when Cheng Zhao entered the bathroom, she would sit silently on the bedside table.The mysteries are getting bigger and bigger, but she has no clue at all, which is really a headache.

When Cheng Zhao came out wiping his wet hair, Qiao Zhen's old mother played tricks, and she followed behind Cheng Zhao's buttocks, "Cheng Zhaozhao, you need to blow your hair."

Cheng Zhao ignored her, and casually took out a can of beer from the refrigerator. He stood by the window blowing cold wind, trying to calm himself down, and then consider the pros and cons of what he had done these days.

Qiao really wanted to hit him falsely, to vent her inner anger, but what she got was fluffy and soft hair. She looked at her transparent hands in surprise.

"I didn't mean it, I just tried it, I really didn't know I would come across it!"

She came up with a string of explanations.

Cheng Zhao just said lightly: "You want to hit me." He lowered his head, stroking the cold beer can with his fingertips, "That's fine."

Qiao Zhen looked at Cheng Zhao in bewilderment, what's the matter?what does this mean? "I really didn't mean it, I just wanted to blow your hair."

Cheng Zhao ignored her, just put the beer can on the coffee table, went to the bathroom, brushed his teeth and went to sleep.

Qiao Zhen looked at the wet marks printed on the pillow, "Hey, hey, you really don't think about it, blow your hair clean? The windows are also closed, I'm afraid you are trying to die."

When she floated to the window, she stretched out her hand to push the window, huh?Passed through and couldn't move.

Cheng Zhao glanced at the window, his eyelids drooped, and there was no wave in his eyes.He pulled the quilt over the bridge of his nose, and slowly closed his eyes to sleep.

When Cheng Zhao was breathing steadily and fell asleep, Qiao Zhen went to the living room with the old man and sighed, "Aren't you very good? Dry Cheng Zhao's hair."

The old man thought about it for a while, and felt that this matter was not harmful to him, and it might be beneficial, so he readily agreed.

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