Senior sister's ruthless ways are crazy and sassy

There is an emergency today, so I may not be able to work every day for the next few days. I can only wait until I am free to fill in the chapters.

Smith Marseille

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The junior sisters who were talked about by the senior brothers walked in front.

The little girls had their own talking points.

Lu Lingyou raised his hand and lifted up Cen Liu's short hair that he had trimmed neatly: "Little Cen Liu, why don't you grow your hair long?"

Cen Liu was born in the mortal world. Since ancient times, there has been a tradition of inheriting body, hair and skin from her parents. Logically speaking, Cen Liu's hair should have reached her waist at this age.

But she has messy short hair.

Cen Liu also raised his hand to touch the broken hair that fell on his face: "It was not convenient to wash up where I used to be."

Before becoming the Beast King, she was surrounded by boys and in a military camp.

Under difficult conditions and a battle that could start at any time, even combing your hair properly was a luxury.

Not to mention that she would put balm on her face, apply hair oil on her head, and dress herself up in every aspect like a girl in a boudoir.

"The sand at the border is very windy, and it's bloody and sandy. If you don't have time to wash it, you'll easily get lice." Cen Liu touched her hair, which Lu Lingyou had applied with hair oil to make it soft and fragrant. "I shaved it all off. These things only grew after being accepted by Master as his disciple."

When Zhong Changxu came out of the secret realm of the Infinite Sea, Cen Liu had already been accepted as his direct disciple, so naturally he didn't see his junior sister's bare head.

I just think that my little junior sister is different and likes to wear wild hairstyles.

Jing Liu exclaimed, "Doesn't this count as shaving yourself? Then you should go to my Qinghu Temple to become a Buddhist disciple."

Qinghu Temple is Jingliu's disciple.

She pointed at herself and said, "Look, my name is Jing Liu," and she pointed at Cen Liu, "Your name is Cen Liu, and we both have the same name! It means it's fate!"

One cannot shave his head before his mortal relationship is over, but the other shaves his own head while still in the secular world.

The bond between the two is simply wonderful.

Cen Liu raised his head and looked at Jing Liu, who was approaching him, and asked: "My father gave me my name. He said that I am as tough as a willow branch. Why are you called Jing Liu?"

Lu Lingyou was also curious about the origin of Jing Liu's name and stared at Jing Liu together.

"In the master's sect, I belong to the generation of Jing," Jing Liu scratched the top of his head. "Master wanted me to be grateful and positive, so I was given the title Liu. But I always seemed to be listening to Master's sermons. Take a nap while sleeping.”

For this reason, Jing Liu also received many beatings.

Thinking of this, I naturally remembered what the master said when he drove me out for training.

He couldn't help but sigh: "Master said that my fate is in the secret realm of Fenghong Dao, but I don't seem to have any chance?"

Cen Liu still doesn't understand what the monks have to face to achieve enlightenment.

But Lu Lingyou knew that they entered the Fenghong Dao Secret Realm together, and there seemed to be nothing special about it except for the fallen demon.

Oh, there is one.

Lu Lingyou asked hesitantly: "Do you still remember the skeleton in the coffin that was confused by your many words and was finally torn to pieces by the spiritual vortex?"

She recalled the scene when she saw Angry Zen for the first time, and the expression on her face was hard to describe.

"Ah!" Jing Liu also remembered.

"Maybe..." Lu Lingyou's eyes fell on Jing Liu with a hint of ridicule, "Maybe the calamity your master mentioned has been shattered into pieces."

That skeleton was pointed at the nose and scolded a lot by Angry Zen, and before he could get angry, he was swept away by the spiritual energy and turned into flower fertilizer. Could it be the legendary fate?

I never expected that things would develop like this.

Jingliu was confused in the wind, but still asked in disbelief: "Then as I expected, there would be no such and such scenes in the book?"

Lu Lingyou: "?" What kind of books does Buddha usually read?

Thinking about this, she also asked: "What do you mean by this and that?"

"That's it..." Jing Liu touched his chin, with unconcealed excitement in his eyes, "What kind of Buddha is a witch, what is a transference between people and ministers, what kind of flower on the high mountain can't control itself. This is not the most common thing in the storybook. Drama?"

Lu Lingyou: "...Are you serious?" These are all stories about Buddhist disciples who broke the precepts. Are you sure you want to experience this too?

Jing Liu: "Hehe."