The manual of saving male god of fast crossing system

Chapter 533 The Third Buddha's Relationship: Lian Lizhi ([-])

How could he know so clearly?

Suspicion arose in Wanwan's heart, and she felt a faint sense of danger. She couldn't figure out what was going on with this old monk.

"The poor monk is the abbot of the Huguo Temple." The old monk said, with a compassionate smile on his face as usual, as if he knew exactly what she was thinking.

Wanwan snorted coldly, stood up and said, "Old bald donkey."

The old bald donkey startled the young monk who had just walked in, and shouted loudly: "You girl, you are rude to the host!"

Wanwan looked over and saw a seven or eight-year-old monk with delicate features, holding a teapot and teacups.

Wanwan grabbed his ear and said with a mischievous smile, "So what if I scold him, you little bald donkey."

"Aww——" the little monk yelled loudly, "You nasty woman, I won't let you go, let me go!"

Wanwan didn't let go, exerted some strength, and looked at the old monk provocatively.

The old monk still had a smile on his face, as if what she was doing could be tolerated and forgiven.

"Oh Amitabha, monks are compassionate, princess, you still don't let him go..."

"It hurts...it hurts..." The little monk blushed angrily and shouted angrily, "Let me go!"

Wanwan laughed and let go, the little monk put the tray in his hand on the stone table and rushed towards Wanwan.

"Dead woman! How dare you bully me!"

Wan Wan suddenly lifted the back collar of his monk's robe, "Little monk, do you want to hit me?"

The little monk struggled in mid-air, tears were about to fall, he was still young, and he was a treasure in the hands of his brothers in Huguo Temple, how could he be bullied like this.

"Let go of me, let me go, woo woo..."

Wan Wan was frightened, and quickly put him down, "Hey, no, you're crying now..."

The young monk hid behind the old monk, staring at Wanwan with red eyes.

Wanwan laughed. She never thought that she would bully children. She was about to leave when suddenly, she smelled something on the tip of her nose.

This taste is...wine?

She turned around and stared at the old monk with a bad look: "Why does this yard smell of wine?"

"What wine?" The little monk asked dumbly.

The old monk looked kindly and said, "The princess must have heard the wrong thing. How can there be wine here?"

Wanwan took two steps towards the table, and saw the calm old monk twitch his eyebrows.

This is good, Wanwan quickly walked to the table, opened the teapot, and the mellow aroma of wine wafted out of it.

There was a sneer on Wanwan's lips, and she looked at the old monk coldly.

The old monk's figure flashed, and it looked like he was about to run away.

Wanwan unfastened the keel whip around her waist, and flung it out like lightning, wrapping around the old monk and throwing him to the ground.

"Ah - wow wow -" the little monk ran away in fright, and shouted in his mouth: "Come on, Princess Haoyue wants to kill Master! Brother! Brother—"

Look at this doll frightened by Wanwan's ferocity.

The old monk stayed on the ground and didn't dare to get up. He had a shy smile on his face, which matched his old face, which was a little funny.

"Little ancestor, you recognized me, hehe, be merciful..."

Wanwan bent down and stopped in the air, narrowed her eyes slightly, and said with a light smile, "Okay, Yuzawa, how dare you play tricks on me? Huh?"

The word 'hmm' made Mizawa's whole heart hang.

"Little ancestor, how dare I play tricks on you, just let me go this time, I'm doing it for you..." Before he finished speaking, his eyes widened.

Wanwan raised the whip as if she was about to slam it down, but someone grabbed her hand while it was still in the air.

(End of this chapter)