After the rebirth of the metaphysics boss, he won in a wealthy family

Just like in the future, even if he wants to drink a bowl of porridge like clear soup, he has to go through Tang Simi's hands.

Just like that year, in front of the porridge shop, beside the road, and under the big tree.

He is willing to be a favored beggar in Tang Simi's world.

"If I'm a bad-hearted person, I can turn you into a beggar after signing this paper."

Yan Hebai said: "Little beggar loves you."

His tone was firm, even if Tang Simi really made him a beggar, he would be happy with it.

When he was as rich as an enemy, he could love Tang Simi.

When he was poor, he could still love Tang Simi.

It's just that he loves Tang Simi with whatever he has.

Tang Simi picked up the pen and rustled down her name on the paper.

The Tang family looked at it and felt that either they were crazy or Yan Hebai was crazy. What kind of top love brain is this?

Tang Simi said: "If you win the bet, I will let you win big."

The scent of roses in the car is sticky and makes the nose hot and the mind unclear.

Yan Hebai was very happy, on the way back, he wished he could hum a song.

"I have a place that I want to take you to." Yan Hebai said, looking at Tang Simi.

Tang Simi nodded in agreement.

Panlong Mountain welcomes guests in the middle of the night, and it is still two distinguished guests from the Taoist sect.

Yan Hebai took Tang Simi to the back mountain.

The pond in the back mountain has been filled by something for a hundred years.

It's just that the stele is still there, covered by lush weeds.

Yan Hebai walked in front, and while walking, he used spells to clear a path for Tang Simi to walk on.

Clearing up the weeds is easy for Tang Simi, but he just wants to do it himself.

The stele was cleaned up, and there were jagged and mottled traces on the stele.

"This stone should have come from Mount Tai." Yan Hebai said.

"Mount Tai is my dojo, so I, who can no longer leave a trace in this world, can only use the power of my soul to carve traces on this stone."

After sending Tang Simi here, he waited alone for years.

There were scratches all over the stone.

Tang Simi had seen him carve stones with her own eyes.

It took him to use great strength, as if he wanted to dig his nails off, so as to leave traces of traces on the hard Taishan stone.

Now on the stone, there is a kind of messy trace.

Yan Hebai held the lamp, and the light reflected on the traces of the ravines.

Tang Simi could sense whether Yan Hebai seemed to have said anything.

He didn't say that Tang Simi came to speak for him.

Tang Simi asked, "Do you think that I saw the little beggar in that ball of light?"

"I empathized with you after seeing his company and protection for that Tang Simi."

That's exactly what Yan Hebai thought.

"No." Tang Simi said, "If you think that I'm with you just because of this, you're underestimating me."

Tang Simi said: "I know, you liked me from the beginning."

In the night, she blinked at Yan Hebai, and the flash of her eyes almost made Yan Hebai's heart skip a beat.

Tang Simi added: "Perhaps it's trust without bottom line again and again, giving without hesitation again and again."

"Let's put aside the little beggar's turbulent thoughts, Yan Hebai has already done enough."

There was no one in the back mountain, the birds were chirping, and Yan Hebai's heavy breathing could be heard clearly.

He approached slowly, but stopped when the distance exceeded.

Tang Simi smiled lightly, raised her footsteps, and slowly approached Yan Hebai.

Like the wind and rain, it passes by lightly, and it is separated at the touch of a touch.

But to Yan Hebai, it was like a thunderbolt.

Make him tremble.

Yan Hebai couldn't describe his current feelings.

No matter how many lifetimes he has lived, he still cannot imagine an experience similar to what he is experiencing now.

Yan Hebai took a deep breath, his heart was pounding, and his ears were clamoring, forcing him to approach Tang Simi like a brawler.

In the silent night, the sound between the lips and teeth penetrated into the bone marrow.

100 years ago, Panlong Mountain was cleaned up, and Tang Simi didn't have a room to live in, so Tang Simi finally lived in it.

Among the Taoist priests of Panlong Mountain, there are not a few of them who live a long life.

When Tang Simi and Yan Hebai came down from the back mountain together, when they met a 100-year-old Taoist priest, Yan Hebai looked like a bullied young girl.

The old Taoist priest has a childlike face and a vigorous figure.

When he saw the two of them, the old man stared at Tang Simi for a while.

Tang Simi smiled at the old man.

The old man's eyes were always glued to Tang Simi's face, people said don't look at evil.

Especially for such an old man, he would not stare at a young girl so directly, almost offensively.

Tang Simi looked at him, laughed and said, "Is the house I want to live in tidy up? Is it still leaking?"

The old man's eyes trembled.

He was right.

"It's mended, it's mended!" said the old man, his tone was cheerful, like a child.

"Okay, I'm going to live today." Tang Simi said and walked forward.

The old man said, turned around, and immediately went down the mountain to lead the way, when he came down from the mountain.

The two little Taoist boys looked at him angrily: "Old Ancestor, you have gone to the mountain again."

The two Xiaodao boys looked like they were in their teens, and they were carved in pink and jade, so cute.

The two little Taoist boys crossed their hips and said, "Master, you really started to get sick again. You said that there are no fairy sisters on the mountain."