She's a real daughter and she's telling people's fortunes again

Finally, the little girl made a choice, so they came here.

As for why the little girl made such a choice, it was not actually because she liked the third option.

On the contrary, for the little girl, no choice is important to her, and no matter which choice she makes, the little monk will be by her side to take care of her.

It doesn't matter whether you are poor or not, where you go, or where you live. The most important thing is to have the little monk by your side!

What's more, going out for a walk will help the little girl recover faster and not be so sad anymore.

If the little girl is sad, the little monk will be even sadder.

The little girl felt sorry for herself and sad, but she felt sad for the little monk.

"Donor, your wound has been bandaged. You will need a period of rest. Under the current situation, I advise you not to wander around and stay here honestly."

In the not spacious room, the little monk looked at the man in front of him with a shocking wound on his arm and warned him.

"Little Holy Monk, I have heard of your name." The man grinned and said very boldly, "As far as I know, you are a close disciple of Holy Monk Wuchan, and your medical skills can be found in the entire Jiangnan. Ranked in the top five, so after your treatment, I must be fine, and there is no need to recuperate. "

"No matter how good my medical skills are, I can't grow flesh from bones." The young monk said with a headache after hearing this, "So it's better to rest for a while."

"If it were normal times, I would definitely rest. I would drink wine and eat meat every day to heal my injuries. I feel comfortable just thinking about it, but not now." The look on the man's face became solemn.

"Because of those outsiders?" the young monk frowned.

"That's right! Those bastards killed my best friend! I must avenge him immediately!" Killing intent flashed in the man's eyes.

"Amitabha." The young monk clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name silently.

"Is the little holy monk trying to persuade me not to commit murder?" the man asked.

"The Buddha saved those who are destined to be together. In my opinion, the word "destiny" is not the most important. The most important thing is the word "people". And those outsiders are not considered human beings." The young monk shook his head and said decisively.

"Hahaha, little holy monk, your temper suits me! We must have a few drinks when we have time." The man laughed wildly, and his laughter was particularly wild.

"Why are you laughing! Don't you know how badly you are hurt?"

"Laugh! You know how to laugh! If the wound is opened by laughing, then it needs to be re-bandaged!"

At this moment, the little girl walked in with a basin full of blood and scolded her very dissatisfied.

Since arriving here, the young monk has healed more than 40 people. For three days, the young monk only slept for less than four hours.

The adults have said that the most important thing for a little kid under adulthood is to get enough sleep. If you don't get enough sleep, you won't be able to grow taller. The little girl doesn't want a dwarf to be by her side for the rest of her life.

Of course, what really annoyed the little girl was that every time she saw the tired look of the little monk, she felt extra irritable and wanted to lose her temper.

"Ancestor, please stop scolding me!"

"I've only been here for three hours and you've already scolded me several times!"

After hearing the little girl's words, the bold and informal man couldn't help but shrink his head, with a look of fear on his face, and when he looked at the little monk, he gave a look of pity.

But who would have thought that at this time, the little monk was looking at the little girl with a look of obsession.

Hehe, it looks so good when you are angry, no wonder I can’t get enough of it after watching it for so many years.

Hopeless! Born to be a strict wife!

By the way, is it really appropriate for a monk like you to like a girl so blatantly? ! The commandments!

The heroic man complained in his heart with black lines on his face.