Vegetable Husband: I love you so much, I pretend

Ling Bingbing [By the way, can you help my husband get rid of the golden light of good fortune from Bai Linyu?I always feel dirty.】

Although it is a good thing to have luck, she can do good deeds and earn money by herself, so she doesn't want to get dirty!
Hang hang【That's not luck, it's merit】

Hang hang [and those merits are originally yours]

Ling Bingbing: [Huh?It was originally mine?What's the meaning? 】

Mr. Hao didn't need to lie to her, this light was cut off from around Bai Linlang, but if it belonged to her, why did the light return to Bai Linyu first.

Hanghang lives in her head, and he knows her thoughts clearly.

It knew that if he didn't reply, Ling Bingbing would definitely not let her live in peace. After three seconds of silence, it played a picture for her.

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Ling Bingbing: "."

Ling Bingbing sighed: [Why can't I install a 360 anti-virus in my head?]

Hang Hang: [Don’t be afraid of poisonous computers, it’s okay, we have medicine, Panda Burning Incense Invincible Supreme Edition, only 88888, take it home once]

Ling Bingbing:
numb.

Really.

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Down the mountain, Ling Bingbing was busy fighting 'monsters'.

On the mountain, without her, the guests in the romantic drama danced even more violently.

At the end of the day, the person who earned the most points was actually Hao Bufan.

The eldest nephew didn't leave the Taoist temple all day except for eating and going to the toilet.

The scriptures were copied page after page.

If Ling Yan hadn't stopped him, he might have been able to copy all night.

The faint white smoke from the incense burner lingered around the man, and the man's incomparably charming face was a little less frivolous and more solemn in front of Daozu.

Just when Hao Bufan picked up a new rice paper and was about to continue writing, the man in the smoke suddenly reached out to him and snatched the pen from his hand.

Black ink drops fell on the white rice paper, and also splashed on the back of the man's white hand.

His hands were too white, as warm and slender as jade, and the black color quickly smudged on the back of his hands, but they didn't make people feel dirty at all, but made people feel very clean.

The smear is also beautiful and shocking.

"teacher"

Hao Bufan felt his throat was astringent, as if it had been burned.

Ling Yan responded in a low voice, threw the brush into the pen container and stirred it gently.

A pool of clear water soon became cloudy, and Hao Bufan felt his heart also become confused.

When Ling Yan rinsed the pen and put it on the shelf beside him, he said as if he had just woken up from a dream: "Teacher, I haven't finished writing yet."

Ling Yan raised his eyebrows, and a hint of mischief flashed in his long and narrow peach eyes: "When you finish writing what you said, do you want to copy all the scriptures in our gymnasium?"

"That little ordinary, you are afraid that you will stay and copy it for the rest of your life."

"I" Hao Bufan instinctively wanted to say that I could, but when the words came to his lips, he was forced to swallow them back.

The teacher said that if a gentleman keeps his promises and is cautious in his words and deeds, if he can't do something, making blind promises is also a loss of virtue.

"What are you?"

Ling Yan stretched out his hand and gently scratched his nose: "Let's go, little idiot."

The thoughts in Hao Bufan's scratched head were gone, only a large blank space remained, like unused rice paper on the table, which could only accommodate one figure.

"Where are you going?"

Ling Yan: "Where can I go for dinner?"

Ling Yan: "Oh, by the way, your fiancée refuses to step into the Taoist temple no matter what, let me tell you, if you miss her, go to the back mountain to find her."

"Ah?" Hao Bufan looked at him in confusion, his big watery eyes became a little dry due to overuse.

In sight, his beautiful master seemed to be glowing all over!
Hao Bufan blinked hard.

The master is still the master, but the light is gone.

"What are you staring at me for? Why? Do you suspect that I'm bullying your little girlfriend?" Ling Yan touched a bamboo leaf from nowhere, put it on his lips, and blew gently.

Not long after, a chubby falcon flew over and landed on his shoulder.

He tilted his head, and the falcon also tilted his head, indescribably cute.

"No, why would I doubt Master, I'm thankful that Linglang didn't cause you any trouble."

Hao Bufan looked at the little guy on his shoulder with some greed, licked his lower lip, and asked expectantly: "Is this Master's pet? Can I pet it?"

This white falcon is so fat, and its hair is also oily, it looks very good in the hand.

"It's not a pet." Ling Yan said lightly, his pet is only the one in front of him
"what?"

Ling Yan stretched out his arm, patted Bai Falcon's body, and made a gesture. The next second, Bai Falcon jumped up from him and flew towards Hao Bufan. into his arms.

Hao Bufan:! !
"What? Didn't you want to touch? I'll hug you directly." Ling Yan said lightly, the curvature of the corners of his lips hadn't changed, but the corners of his eyes dyed with the afterglow of the setting sun became more and more attractive.

"I"

Hao Bufan hugged Bai Sheng, the little guy was lighter than he imagined.

It seems that he has been with the master for a long time, and this little guy also has a faint scent of agarwood.

He hugged it and rounded it up, so he was hugging the master?

no no no—

How could he think so.

This is a blasphemy against the master!

Hao Bufan subconsciously let go of Bai Falcon.

Bai Falcon was intoxicated in the joy of being massaged, when someone pushed him down so hard that it almost fell to the ground.

Although Hao Bufan saved it as soon as he found out what he had done, and protected it with his grandmother, the little guy still nagged his arm angrily, and then flew away quickly.

Not only that, it flew around and came back again.

pat-

In front of the toe of Hao Bufan's shoe, there was an extra toss of "gift".

Hao Bufan:
Seeing him wiping the floor in embarrassment, Ling Yan couldn't help laughing.

"Little fool, do you understand now? Even if you're a little bastard, you can't provoke him casually."

"Guang Liao is not responsible, but he will be punished."

"Okay, you go to dinner, I have to go out to do something for the teacher, I really won't come back tonight, you don't have to wait for me."

After speaking, Ling Yan left.

His movements were fast, like a wisp of green smoke, Hao Bufan only felt a white light flash in front of his eyes, and in the next second, Ling Yan disappeared.

He stared blankly at the direction he left. The empty Taoist temple was shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun, so bright and crimson.

"Benefactor Hao, your face is very red, do you have a fever?" The little Taoist came behind him at some point, holding a few bamboo tubes in his hand.

Hao Bufan regained his senses, pinched his waist unnaturally, and then replied with a smile: "No, I was just shocked by the beauty of the sunset."

"Is there something the Taoist chief wants from me?" He raised his eyes and looked at him with a calm tone that he hadn't noticed.

The little Taoist handed him the bamboo tube: "Bring you rice, made by the Supreme Elder, delicious bamboo tube rice."

Hao Bufan squeezed the bamboo tube tightly
"Thank you. I love it."

The little Taoist tilted his head: "But you haven't opened it yet?"

Is the adult world so perfunctory?
Hao Bufan couldn't help laughing, but his voice became a bit more determined: "Because he did it, so it must be good." (End of this chapter)