Supreme Monk

The faint aroma of green tea and the faint body fragrance of Liu Yan came into the bar, combined with the soft light and ambiguous atmosphere in the bar. This feeling is indeed extremely tempting.

Even the pure heart mantra, which has been recited several times in vain, is basically useless.

The happy heart demon Zen skill, which runs faster and faster, shows its hegemony in this atmosphere, making the heat flow in the wasted body billow and Pentium.

Waste is strong, self suppressing this rolling heat flow, and the violent impulse at the bottom of my heart. Fine sweat has seeped from my forehead.

"Master, are you hot?" Liu Yan looked at the wasted sweat and was slightly surprised. The current season is not too hot, and the temperature in the bar is much lower than that outside.

"Ah!" He smiled awkwardly and covered up his hot eyes by drinking tea: "ha ha, the poor monk walked too fast all the way. Drinking hot tea again made Liu Shi laugh."

Liu Yan was half convinced, but she couldn't find the reason. She smiled and raised her hand to fill the tea in front of her: "master, I'm afraid there's something important now?"

"In fact, there's nothing wrong. I just feel that I haven't seen benefactor Liu for a long time. I miss it in my heart, so I came here."

I really want to say that I'm here to borrow money, but when I say it, I can't say it. After all, a big man borrows money from a woman, and this woman is still such a beautiful and moving woman who has only met once. I really can't open this mouth.

He really didn't notice what he said casually. Did he miss it? A man, especially a monk, says that he misses a beautiful woman and a natural creature. It means a lot.

Liu Yan runs a bar. There are all kinds of guests passing by every day. It can be said that it is pleasant. Naturally, she knows more and thinks more than wasting time.

On hearing this, her pretty face turned red.

Shy and astringent, he bowed his head slightly and spat gently: "master, how can a monk say such words, and he is not afraid to cause misunderstanding!"

The appearance of this desire to give up and rest is very moving. It is struggling to suppress the turbulent joy in the body and the waste of the heart devil Zen skill. It can resist this temptation. At present, it is a fever in the stomach, the mind is swollen and impulsive: "what I say is the truth! Since that day, I have missed benefactor Liu so much that I have the cheek to come to the door today. "

"Ah!"

Liu Yan's face turned red and became a rag.

This confession is too red, isn't it?

Is this a monk? Or a girl picking expert?

However, it has to be said that Liu Yan is really very excited, and although there is a trace of anger in her shyness, what she is angry about is the directness of waste, but it is not his own expression of this matter.

On that day, the wasted image was indeed too perfect.

From the beginning, he won himself with an indisputable overwhelming advantage in his best bet on dice. In the end, the emergence of the equation seemed to be deliberately highlighting the height of waste, which made his image deep into the hearts of people in the bar at that time.

Liu Yan's feeling is deeper, so she can't let go, especially in the moonlight, that light and lonely figure is deeply printed in her heart.

At that time, I didn't realize it, but next, it always lingered, couldn't erase it, and became more clear.

This also makes Liu Yan feel a touch of pain in her heart.

She is from the past and knows better what this means. She has a good feeling for a monk, and perhaps her feelings are hidden. How can she

Until vanity came, her pounding heart and blushing cheeks made her understand that she had been moved.

Want to cut, but it's hard to give up waving the Hui sword.

But just when she hesitated, this sudden confession forcibly disrupted everything. A heart is like a rabbit. The beating intensity is like trying to get out of her chest.

"Empty, idle, you, you don't talk nonsense, you are a monk, I, I am a widow, we..."

Speaking of this, Liu Yan's face was even more red and stuttered, and she couldn't speak any more.

Idleness suddenly became confused, and my heart was like ten thousand grass mud horses galloping past.

What is this?

He meant to Miss Liu Yan. First, he wanted to get close. After all, master said that missing is a good word. Saying missing to a person means caring and will bring feelings closer.

Moreover, last time, Xiao Jin stole so many delicious food from Liu Yan, but Liu Yan not only didn't show a trace of annoyance, but also loved Xiao Jin, which made Chu Feng's impression of Liu Yan very good.

Therefore, he said that although there is an impulse to rejoice in the heart demon Zen Sutra, it is more due to these two reasons.

But he never thought that a miss would lead to such a change.

Of course, these are not important. What is important is that there is an invisible love thread, which presents an attractive crimson color. It is pulled out from Liu Yan's body and integrated into the wasted body.

Although this love is so weak that it can hardly be heard, it is very clear that it is wasted. This grade is absolutely super.

The joyful heart demon Zen skill boiling in the body is even more crazy. One of them flows towards his eyes.

After all, idleness is a person from the past. When his heart moved, he directly guided this flow of true Qi flowing towards his eyes into his eyes.

Suddenly, the wasted eyes flashed a strange crimson awn, but it just flashed away.

Moreover, the light was so weak that outsiders stood opposite the waste, and could not notice it at all as long as they did not stare into his eyes.

After the crimson gas entered his eyes, the scene in front of him suddenly changed. Liu Yan, who was charming as water and shy as tide, showed another look in his eyes.

Charming more prosperous in the past, but in the periphery of Liu Yan's body, at the moment, you can see that the crimson love wires, each one, are many times stronger than the one just pulled out, and there are dozens of them, intertwined and extremely attractive.

"Hiss..."

Wasted a breath of air-conditioning in his heart, isn't it too strong?

If you take out all these crimson love threads, and they are all super products, and condense them into your own happy Zen threads, I'm afraid this amount can condense several happy Zen threads.

Unfortunately, I have no super product media now, but I can't pull it out at all, but in the future, these are all my advanced resources, so I can't let go!

At this point, the depression of being misunderstood in the wasted heart dissipated completely, and there was only a touch of excited joy left.

"Liu Yan, actually, monks are just my profession."