After the rebirth of the metaphysics boss, he won in a wealthy family
Chapter 19 The next time I worship me, it would be nice to have a cup of milk tea
Looking from a distance, there are only Taoist priests at that table.
The Xuanmen summit ended early in the morning, and the monks, monks, grass ghosts and witches all dispersed, and they gathered together again.
Behind the rockery, Tang Simi smiled sympathetically, looking like a villain.
Yan Hebai also laughed: "They sacrificed?..."
"It's me." Tang Simi pointed to her nose.
Several priests were still immersed in mourning: "I never expected Tang Simi to be such a person."
"Now that I think about it, indulgence is the nature of her age."
"If she has the means, she must be even more arrogant than her."
They had agreed a long time ago and changed their views on Tang Simi.
The Taoist priests put down their wine glasses and were expressing their feelings. I don't know who exclaimed first.
Their eyes glanced at the promenade in front of the water pavilion.
The originally mournful atmosphere suddenly froze.
All Taoist priests can stuff an egg into their wide mouths.
Izumo and the others staggered and took a few steps back.
Mu Qingzi is short-sighted, he squinted his eyes and was still looking at who was coming, when he was ripped away by his apprentice Su Yun.
Mu Qingzi scolded: "You brat, why are you so reckless?"
As soon as the words fell, Tang Simi faced Tang Simi head-on.
Mu Qingzi groaned as if bitten by a cat.
Tang Simi leisurely walked into the gazebo and poured a glass of wine by herself.
After taking a sip, she frowned: "Well, why is this wine so spicy?"
The Taoist priests never lost their composure like this even when they saw the ghosts.
But the one in front of them was not a ghost, but Tang Simi, who was even more terrifying than a ghost.
Izumo is still bold: "You! Who are you!"
With Tang Simi's face, doing Tang Simi's work, but Tang Simi is dead.
Tang Simi said: "You don't know me? Didn't you want to buy me a drink?"
When her peach blossom eyes are raised, they are as seductive as a fairy.
It's just that everyone present here is a master of the Tao, and she is purely winking at the blind.
Only Yan Hebai covered his lips when he saw the little girl's lively eyes, and seemed to be smiling.
Yan Jiu was taken aback when he saw the appearance of his third master.
Yan Hebai was cold-hearted, coupled with being tortured by a strange illness, he hadn't laughed for a long time.
Water Pavilion.
"Are you a human or a ghost!" Izumo asked.
Can they still not recognize ghosts?
Of course.
It's just that seeing Tang Simi's tragic death with his own eyes, he couldn't turn his head around for a while.
Tang Simi stuck out her tongue because of the hot liquor: "Next time you sacrifice to me, it would be good to have a cup of milk tea instead."
Mu Qingzi pinched his own people.
Using milk tea to pay homage to the dead ghost is really a way Tang Simi can think of.
There is no other person who is so deviant except Tang Simi in the world.
"You are so tragic, you can't justify not erecting a monument and writing an article for me."
Tang Simi played with the small wine glass in her hand, looking at them with smiling eyes.
"Are you really still alive?" Daoist Izumo said, looking Tang Simi up and down.
Tang Simi fits perfectly with her body, otherwise the big hat of taking one's body should be put on Tang Simi's head again.
Then look at Yan Hebai behind Tang Simi.
"How did you two meet again?" Izumo Daoist Priest had just said with emotion, Tang Si Miying died young, and Yan Hebai had nowhere to ask for medicine.
But now, all this is easily solved.
Izumo was grateful: "Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun."
Tang Simi was stunned, and poured herself another glass of wine.
Sure enough, she was provoked again: "Isn't this a Huaiyang restaurant?"
"It's Huaiyang cuisine, but this pot of wine is a burning knife I brought from the north." Izumo said.
As Izumo said, taking advantage of his friendship with Tang Simi, he snatched the wine glass from her.
"Didn't you come to eat Huaiyang cuisine? Just eat here, and don't drink the wine." Izumo said, and the other priests cupped their hands and said goodbye first.
In the small group of Taoists: "Tang Simi is drinking, run away!!"
"Run!"
"But she just had a drink?" said the Taoist priest who has been in the south all year round.
"She's always drunk."
"What? I'm not as good at drinking as I am."
"But she can kill you when she's drunk."
Without saying a word, the priests gave each other a wink and ran away.
Only Izumo, as the introducer of Tang Simi and Yan Hebai, had to ask the ins and outs clearly.
Tang Simi didn't dislike it, the table was all Taoist, and there was no taboo for Tang Simi on the table.
Tang Simi began to eat happily, feeling extremely comfortable.
Izumo tremblingly: "Master Yan, I see that your body is much tougher than before."
Yan Hebai nodded: "It's all thanks to Miss Tang."
"The two of you are really connected by a thread of marriage."
Izumo Daochang said something nonsense nervously, and he covered his mouth after speaking.
Having said that, I feel that there is something strange about the relationship between Yan Hebai and Tang Simi.
"I accept your good words." Yan Hebai said.
Daoist Izumo wiped off his sweat: "Master Yan, please take care of Miss Tang. I still have things to do."
Izumo Taoist priest walks like flying, and he can't tell that he is a 70-year-old Taoist priest.
The Xuanmen summit ended early in the morning, and the monks, monks, grass ghosts and witches all dispersed, and they gathered together again.
Behind the rockery, Tang Simi smiled sympathetically, looking like a villain.
Yan Hebai also laughed: "They sacrificed?..."
"It's me." Tang Simi pointed to her nose.
Several priests were still immersed in mourning: "I never expected Tang Simi to be such a person."
"Now that I think about it, indulgence is the nature of her age."
"If she has the means, she must be even more arrogant than her."
They had agreed a long time ago and changed their views on Tang Simi.
The Taoist priests put down their wine glasses and were expressing their feelings. I don't know who exclaimed first.
Their eyes glanced at the promenade in front of the water pavilion.
The originally mournful atmosphere suddenly froze.
All Taoist priests can stuff an egg into their wide mouths.
Izumo and the others staggered and took a few steps back.
Mu Qingzi is short-sighted, he squinted his eyes and was still looking at who was coming, when he was ripped away by his apprentice Su Yun.
Mu Qingzi scolded: "You brat, why are you so reckless?"
As soon as the words fell, Tang Simi faced Tang Simi head-on.
Mu Qingzi groaned as if bitten by a cat.
Tang Simi leisurely walked into the gazebo and poured a glass of wine by herself.
After taking a sip, she frowned: "Well, why is this wine so spicy?"
The Taoist priests never lost their composure like this even when they saw the ghosts.
But the one in front of them was not a ghost, but Tang Simi, who was even more terrifying than a ghost.
Izumo is still bold: "You! Who are you!"
With Tang Simi's face, doing Tang Simi's work, but Tang Simi is dead.
Tang Simi said: "You don't know me? Didn't you want to buy me a drink?"
When her peach blossom eyes are raised, they are as seductive as a fairy.
It's just that everyone present here is a master of the Tao, and she is purely winking at the blind.
Only Yan Hebai covered his lips when he saw the little girl's lively eyes, and seemed to be smiling.
Yan Jiu was taken aback when he saw the appearance of his third master.
Yan Hebai was cold-hearted, coupled with being tortured by a strange illness, he hadn't laughed for a long time.
Water Pavilion.
"Are you a human or a ghost!" Izumo asked.
Can they still not recognize ghosts?
Of course.
It's just that seeing Tang Simi's tragic death with his own eyes, he couldn't turn his head around for a while.
Tang Simi stuck out her tongue because of the hot liquor: "Next time you sacrifice to me, it would be good to have a cup of milk tea instead."
Mu Qingzi pinched his own people.
Using milk tea to pay homage to the dead ghost is really a way Tang Simi can think of.
There is no other person who is so deviant except Tang Simi in the world.
"You are so tragic, you can't justify not erecting a monument and writing an article for me."
Tang Simi played with the small wine glass in her hand, looking at them with smiling eyes.
"Are you really still alive?" Daoist Izumo said, looking Tang Simi up and down.
Tang Simi fits perfectly with her body, otherwise the big hat of taking one's body should be put on Tang Simi's head again.
Then look at Yan Hebai behind Tang Simi.
"How did you two meet again?" Izumo Daoist Priest had just said with emotion, Tang Si Miying died young, and Yan Hebai had nowhere to ask for medicine.
But now, all this is easily solved.
Izumo was grateful: "Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun."
Tang Simi was stunned, and poured herself another glass of wine.
Sure enough, she was provoked again: "Isn't this a Huaiyang restaurant?"
"It's Huaiyang cuisine, but this pot of wine is a burning knife I brought from the north." Izumo said.
As Izumo said, taking advantage of his friendship with Tang Simi, he snatched the wine glass from her.
"Didn't you come to eat Huaiyang cuisine? Just eat here, and don't drink the wine." Izumo said, and the other priests cupped their hands and said goodbye first.
In the small group of Taoists: "Tang Simi is drinking, run away!!"
"Run!"
"But she just had a drink?" said the Taoist priest who has been in the south all year round.
"She's always drunk."
"What? I'm not as good at drinking as I am."
"But she can kill you when she's drunk."
Without saying a word, the priests gave each other a wink and ran away.
Only Izumo, as the introducer of Tang Simi and Yan Hebai, had to ask the ins and outs clearly.
Tang Simi didn't dislike it, the table was all Taoist, and there was no taboo for Tang Simi on the table.
Tang Simi began to eat happily, feeling extremely comfortable.
Izumo tremblingly: "Master Yan, I see that your body is much tougher than before."
Yan Hebai nodded: "It's all thanks to Miss Tang."
"The two of you are really connected by a thread of marriage."
Izumo Daochang said something nonsense nervously, and he covered his mouth after speaking.
Having said that, I feel that there is something strange about the relationship between Yan Hebai and Tang Simi.
"I accept your good words." Yan Hebai said.
Daoist Izumo wiped off his sweat: "Master Yan, please take care of Miss Tang. I still have things to do."
Izumo Taoist priest walks like flying, and he can't tell that he is a 70-year-old Taoist priest.
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