Supernatural: a Poor Monk Becomes Stronger when He Crosses a Ghost

"What are you wiping?"

Nan Ling looked at him sideways and couldn't help asking.

"Amitabha... it's all your fault!"

"What's wrong with me?"

"You got the poor monk wet..."

"I..." Nan Ling looked at the monk in disbelief after hearing this!

What kind of mother got you wet?

How can it be?

Wet is also an old lady...

Pooh!

Nanling, what do you think?

"Monk, are you drinking too much? What nonsense are you talking about?" Nan Ling turned her head sideways and whispered beside Hong Yi:

"Don't talk nonsense, so many people, how could my mother get you..."

Not finished yet.

It felt like the little monk grabbed his hand and pressed it directly under the cassock.

Nan Ling immediately planted her head in front of the table, and her whole body began to tremble slightly.

Ah ah ah ah ah……

What is this monk doing?

So many people!

"Have you touched it?"

Nan Ling, who was even more ashamed, only felt that the monk whispered in her ear:

"Is it wet?"

"Don Nanling, if you don't drink it, don't let it fall, okay? The poor monk's pants are soaking wet!"

Nan Ling: "..."

I……

For a long time, this monk is just for this!

Outside the hotel.

It was 1:[-] a.m. when everyone finished eating and drinking.

"Hiccup...Hongyi! Hiccup...As long as you didn't drink alcohol, Nanling asked you to send it back!"

"Amitabha... Director, don't worry!"

Hong Yi stuffed Qin You, who had a big tongue, into and out of the rough car, and took a breath.

She turned around and helped Nan Ling to walk towards her Ferrari.

"Don Nan Ling... Where do you live?" Hong Yi asked Nan Ling in a low voice after he put Nan Ling in the co-pilot and helped tighten the seat belt with his eyes closed.

"302, Building B, Jiuzhou Community..." Nan Ling squinted, stretched out her hand and tugged at the uncomfortable seat belt in front of her.

"Understood!"

Hongyi decisively got into the car and started.

On the way, Hongyi drove very slowly, so Nan Ling felt a little too drunk.

But don't spit on the car for the poor monk!

It was very quiet on Nangu Street at one o'clock in the morning!

Basically, there are no pedestrians and even few cars.

Hongyi drove slowly along the navigation.

"boom……"

Suddenly, I felt a familiar sound coming from a nearby street.

Gunshots?

Hong Yi frowned and slowly slowed down.

He slowly drove into a dark side street.

……

After stopping the car, Hong Yi turned his head and glanced at a dark alley next to him.

Silently unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car.

Go into the alley.