Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 640 Do you want to show some face?
"Amitabha, the benefactor, go slowly!"

The old monk regained his energy and bit down the word "slow walk" very clearly.

Xuanyuanchen pulled Mo Xiaowan out of the Buddhist hall.

She was at a loss: "The real person doesn't show his face. I didn't expect that the magic stick in the lottery bucket turned out to be the abbot of this temple?"

The reason why Mo Xiaowan called the old monk a magic stick was because the first lottery was drawn with that sentence, and now another lottery was drawn with the same sentence.

If she hadn't picked out a lottery at random when she left, she would have doubted that the old monk had written the same words and sentences in a lottery bucket.

How could it be such a coincidence that the same lottery was drawn twice?

But with that dream, Xuanyuanchen firmly believed in the abbot of the lottery bucket.

Once upon a time, he felt in control of everything.

Ever since he had this little thing by his side, he realized that fate is a big net, and sometimes there is nothing he can do about it.

And there is a kind of power in the dark, which sends the small bowl back to him.

His hesitant heart became firm in his faith.

When going down the mountain, Mo Xiaowan tilted his head and asked, "How did you know that the monk is the abbot?"

"Guess. It will be Jiujiu Chongyang soon, and it will be your birthday, and it will be your birthday."

Xuanyuanchen rubbed her little head: "Xiaowan, let's go back to the capital!"

"Okay, I can't remember a lot of things."

Mo Xiaowan jumped into his arms and acted like a baby: "When I get to a familiar place, I will definitely remember those things from the past again."

Ling'er hid in the woods beside the stone steps, almost speechless.

Sister Wan'er, do you still want to show some face?
Don't men like Sister Wan'er's stalker?
For Mo Qianlang, whom she had never met before, and who was tall in her heart, Ling'er thought, if she was pleasing to the eye, would Xiao Lang like her only if he stalked her like Sister Wan'er?

But Mo Xiaowan didn't know it at all, he had already taught the brainwashed Ling'er by setting an example.

The carriage set off from Huaibei and headed for the capital shaking all the way.

Mo Xiaowan was in the carriage, and the most frequent sentence was: "Xuanyuan cauldron..."

Every time she opened her mouth, Xuanyuanchen felt a burst of blue veins twitching on her forehead. Calling this kind of name once is enough, and calling it too much is really awkward.

Xuanyuanchen corrected her: "Xiao Wan, I want to call you Uncle Xuanyuan."

Mo Xiaowan willful: "I don't want it!"

"We're going to the capital soon, do you want Xiaowan to remember the past?"

Xuanyuanchen was persuasive and persuasive: "The doctor who took the pulse along the way also said that there is no cure for this disease, and only by repeating some previous things can I slowly remember."

His voice was a little lost: "You used to call me Uncle Xuanyuan all the time."

"OK then!"

Mo Xiaowan reluctantly said, "I'll call you Uncle Xuanyuan."

In fact, she also felt that it was awkward to call him Brother Xuanyuan, and Uncle Xuanyuan exudes a familiar intimacy.

However, she enjoyed every time Brother Xuanyuan called out, a certain master had his veins throbbing, and wanted to get angry, but he couldn't bear to hurt her, so he could only endure it.

This kind of feeling reminded the little rascal Mo of some interesting events after he carried her back to the Eighth Prince's Mansion from Weiyuan Hou's Mansion. At that time, every time she made a mistake, he wanted to punish her severely, but in the end he couldn't bear it, so he could only transfer his anger to her. onto someone else.

Every time like this, she would hold back her laughter, which almost hurt her internally.

Feeling that his uncle is so cute, sometimes she couldn't help it, she rubbed her face in his arms a few times before suppressing her smile.

(End of this chapter)