Chapter 809

Yan Tao holds the dark black judge's pen, and his peach blossom eyes twinkle slightly.

The eyebrows were slightly raised, and the slender judge's pen turned beautifully between the teenagers.

"Judge's pen," Wu Zhi nodded and motioned Yantao to take out another thing, "you have taken all the things, which just saves me worry."

Yan Tao: "who left this here? Can't you give it to the wrong person?"

No wisdom smiled: "just follow fate."

It's none of his business to send it out anyway.

The old monk has solved a big problem and is ready to have a rest.

He waved his hand to Wuchen. "You can take young master Yan around. If young master Yan is interested, you can stay in Tangjia temple for a few days. It's up to you."

There was only one dust-free in the small yard. He looked at the young man, walked out of the gate, recruited a little monk, turned his head and smiled at Yan Tao, "sanchen, take this young master Yan to visit the temple."

Yan Tao... Showed a smile of skin smile and meat don't smile, "no dust, you'll save trouble."

"No, no," dustless put his hands together and nodded. "It's the so-called making the best use of things and people, poor monk..."

"Don't be poor. I prefer you."

The boy lazily patted the dust on his arm, put it away, went over and hugged the handsome monk's shoulder, with a bright smile, "in order to ensure that I don't cause any damage to Tanga temple, you'd better lead me the way."

"I haven't eaten vegetarian food in the temple yet..."

The dust-free eyelids jumped and turned stiffly. It was not easy to stop his impulse to kill the boy.

Amitabha, sure enough, his concentration is not enough.

Need to practice, practice.

Tangya temple has a long history. Although it has experienced many renovations, it has a strong sense of history precipitated by the years.

Among them, the ginkgo leaves fell on the young man's shoulder. She wiped them away at will. The handsome beauty face showed more and more coldness against the mottled shadow of the sun.

"Ding Ding -"

The cell phone rang abruptly.

It was Lian Feng.

At this time, it was almost more than four o'clock. Yan Tao opened his cell phone and heard the laughter coming from the opposite side.

Lian Feng: "Yan Shen, are you free this evening?"

Yan Tao: "why?"

Lian Feng: "I'll give you a chance to have dinner with Lord Qin. Do you want to?"

Yan Tao raised his eyebrows: "aren't you afraid of being killed?"

Lian Feng subconsciously shrunk his neck and paradoxically turned the stubble around, "Yan God, let's not hurt each other. At least you are also our lifesaver. In order to repay your kindness, I'll pick you up right away."

Young master Yan stopped under the century old ginkgo tree, leaned against it, held a mobile phone in his left hand, his handsome face raised slightly, his thin lips tilted slightly, "OK."

She also wants to see what tricks Lian Feng is playing.

Lian Feng put down the phone, stood one meter away from the beginning of the snow, squatted down and supported his chin with both hands: "madam, what are you doing? Please have a meal. Why do you have to gather Lord Qin and Yan Shen together?"

A milk cat was pressed under the fleshy claws of the first snow. Its golden vertical pupils lazily swept across the stupid human opposite, and the heat came out of its nostrils.

"Meow ~"

The baby's hairy head was pressed by its big claws. It tried to spread its limbs and climb forward. It was easily pulled back by the first snow.

Zongbao collapsed on the ground angrily and didn't move.

"Even if you ask them to go, why do you have to let me get you there!"