Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

She couldn’t help thinking about it, just wanted to look better, but didn’t want the other person to turn around, so she quickly retracted her body, the eyes But it is staring at people.

A face that looks like a breezy breeze, the lines are extremely smooth, and the eyes that can't be touched are touching the heart. It seems to be all-encompassing, and it seems to accommodate all things in time. The whole body is gentle and gives a kind of noble and sacred feeling.

Shen Mubai feels that being able to hold a bald head can also give people a shocking and stunning feeling, probably the face in front of him.

The other person raised his face slightly, and the gentle eyes looked over.

Shen Mubai was not sure if he found himself and could only stay there tightly.

The other's gaze quickly recovered, and then walked toward the other corridor. Although he was wearing a simple shackle, his body was not to be ignored, and every move was accompanied by a feeling of comfort.

Shen Mubai showed his face, and looked thoughtfully, muttering. "Should... I don't remember me."

She thought, stepping on the roof tile, hiding her breath, and following the past.

Although Tianyin Temple is just an ordinary temple, there are still many high-level npcs inside. Players sometimes hide their tasks and are also one of the necessary places.

The only advantage of the wild players is that they go to various sects to come and go. Unlike other sects who go to other sects, if an act is not appropriate, it is to kick the pavilion and be chased.

However, if Shen Mubai was discovered, the end is also expelled from Tianyin Temple.

She stepped on the roof tiles carefully and finally followed each other to a Buddhist temple.

The temple is very quiet, the golden Buddha statue stands in the hall, the light inside is bright, reflecting the surrounding, it is very sacred and inviolable.

After entering, I forgot the dust on the futon in front of the Buddha, and then began to beat the wooden fish, smashed the eyes, and whispered the scriptures in my mouth.

Shen Mubai hung upside down and looked around. Seeing that there were no other closed figures, it took a light leap and then gently patted the dust on his hands.

She sneaked Mimi's walk over, and then ran into a head from the door, looking at the back, thinking in the brain and waiting for how to say hello.

Shen Mubai did not believe in Buddhism, but looked at the Buddha statue that looked like the light of the Holy Light, inexplicably gave birth to a little guilty feeling.

She stood for a while, feeling that her legs were a little numb, scratching her head and preparing to sneak in. A voice seemed to come from distant time and space, full of ethereal and buddha, "donor."

Shen Mubai squatted, and thought that there were other monks nearby, and a singer, he slipped onto the eaves and slipped away.

It didn't take long before she left, she thought about it seriously, not right, how the voice is a bit like forgetting the dust.

Then some annoyed returning to the original road, just approaching the door, I heard the voice again. "What is the matter of the donor coming here?"

The figure still remained untouched, and the sound of the wooden fish that was beaten was never broken, full of rhythm and regularity.

Shen Mubai confirmed that this voice really was made by him, and he coughed down the voice. "I came to find someone."

The sound of the wooden fish is still going on, and the voice rang from the temple. "I don't know who the donor is looking for?"

His voice is as good as himself, and it is incomparably gentle, as if it can tolerate everything in the world.

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