The male god of fast wear is not human

Chapter 244 Call Your Parents Tomorrow (51)

The mobile phone in his pocket is suffering from inhuman serial calls.

Kuang Qiansui has no time to pay attention.

With a black line on the forehead,
Looking at the little bald man who finally attacked his younger brother,
Angry and helpless, but also wanted to laugh.

She rang the phone's harmonious incoming call,

Silently squeezed into the crowd,

Watching the two sons up close,

The first concert in my life.

Yes,

no bench,

The little monk's horse gait is steady,
Three strings are held in my arms,

five-finger wheel flick,

The sound is smooth and rolling like pearls and jade,
With the reciting and holding of the Buddha's voice that eliminates obstacles and difficulties, and surpasses the speed of going to the ground,
Typhoon, momentum, not to mention enough.

And in the instrument case in front of him,
The youngest son, Xiao Shiyao,

Being ignorant, sucking his big toe,
Babbling and grinning, dancing with hands and feet,
Presumptuously, I danced for my brother.

The chanting goes on and on,

Until the end of repeating seven times,

The lingering sound lingers,

Everyone who had recovered their gods cheered crazily.

Whistle and applause, continuous.

The little bald head finally raised his head,
He was looking at his own mother who had discovered and stood there at some point,

No fear, no regrets, no mistakes.

Kuang Chitose laughed dumbly,
Shaking his head and applauding.

She admits defeat.

The younger sister gave birth to a younger brother, and blamed her for not working hard enough.

Then the next second,
The little bald man smiled faintly,
Holding the Sanxian, he stood beside the musical instrument box.

Little hands that are no longer fleshy,
knocked on the lid,
There is a QR code on the box cover.

keep silent
He looked at everyone calmly.

The expression on Kuang Chitose's face froze instantly.

Fuck the low curse, I haven't had time to say it yet,
I saw the students and teachers around me,

They gave generously,

Cash out, cash out,
Scan code transfer Scan code transfer.

The student just now, grabbed the uncle who left after listening,

"Give me the money, why don't you listen?

Is it easy for a little monk? If you don’t give money,

Doesn't the singing sound good? You don't give me money,
I just saw you shaking your head and shaking your head, and you listened very intently,
You can be old, but you can't lose your face.

Hurry up, five yuan ten yuan, 51 hundred yuan,
No I lend you. "

The old man is terrified,
Pull out the latest smartphone,

Scan the QR code to tip.

student:……

Damn it, the richer you get, the more picky you get.

There are enthusiastic passers-by who take the initiative to step forward and ask the little bald head,

Do you need help.

after all,

He is a young monk, fair and soft-looking,

with a smaller one,
The baby brother who is full of mouthfuls.

It will inevitably be worrying.

Whether he was trafficked or lived on the streets.

The little bald head silently shook his head,
One after another, I was tired of refusing.

And then,
Kuang Chitose noticed a man with a sneaky look in his eyes,

sneaked to the instrument case,

Carefully reach out.

I don't know whether I want to take the money or steal the baby.

She really doesn't take her mother seriously!
Immediately, anger springs from the gallbladder,
give a big drink,
"Sun thief! Your mother exploded!"

Raising his hand, he took out a stack of Thunder Talismans from his pocket,
Whether you move my son or use my son's money,

I have asked my old lady's Zilei Lightning first!
The little bald head was startled when he heard the sound,
push away the crowd surrounding him,
With a single glance, he locked on and turned to hide the man,

Just listen to the low voice of a child,

"Om Banza Bani Hum"

The little monk's whole body is golden and cool,
The right hand that holds the Sanxian,

Hold high like a vajra,
With a roar, it was thrown like a spear,

Quickly break the wind,

It hit the man's calf bone hard.

The gangsters were in the street, kneeling down and weeping bitterly.

Kuang Qiansui didn't hold the Thunder Talisman firmly, several pieces fluttered with the wind.

Enmmmm...

Her little bald head,
Sure enough,

They will all hold the vajra face.

In my memory,
The old abbot has practiced for 30 years before he transformed into a vajra face?

As expected of... the seed of the Yan Wang family?

Shi Dao family.

　A little monk without a younger sister brings his younger brother to beg for food (σ)σ.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)