Chapter 1112 She Dressed as a Little Monk

Ji Ji's eyes flickered slightly: "What's the use of dying, living... is the most painful thing."

The dead are gone, and the living are suffering.

...

Li Qinian felt like she had a long, long dream.

In the dream, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the wind is sunny and the sandalwood is lingering with the sound of chanting sutras. She runs and fights in front of the Buddha statue every day, and someone behind her is chasing her with a broom.

"Xiaoqi, don't run away! Did you steal Uncle Li's chicken again?!"

"Brother, I didn't steal the chicken, it jumped into my arms by itself, insisting on walking with me..."

The little monk named Xiaoqi had a big bald head, his head was shining brightly, and his two short legs ran unambiguously.

"Don't run, stop!"

The screen changed.

There was another figure from behind in the dream.

"stand up."

The child's voice was immature, with a maturity and stability that did not belong to this age, Li Qinian immediately recognized that it was the voice of a little mute.

"don't want!"

The little monk was lying in the grass to catch Xia Chan, with his small hands resting on his chin, his small face bulging, and the cassock on his body was already stained with a lot of dirt.

"Little dumb, get out of the way, you scared it away."

Little dumb: "..."

The little boy standing beside her finally couldn't bear her sloppiness, and grabbed her by the back collar, trying to lift her up from the ground.

Unexpectedly, the little monk looked thin, but his strength was not weak. Instead of pulling her up, the little monk fell headfirst into the grass.

Little dumb: "..."

"Are you OK?"

The little monk blinked his big black grape eyes, rode on him, and turned him over.

This time, Li Qinian finally saw the face of the little mute.

The boy's brows are cold, and his long eyes are black and pure, like a very beautiful little fairy boy. When he fell down at this moment, he just pursed his thin lips tightly, and the center of his brows was slightly wrinkled...

Looking at this indifferent little face, Li Qinian's heart trembled like a thunderbolt! !

Why does this little mute look so similar to my childhood brother Wang? !

No, not only like, but almost exactly the same!

She once saw Jiang Zhuan's childhood photos at Jiang's house, except that the little mute's expression was colder than Jiang Wang's, there was almost no difference between the two! !

Is the little dumb brother a fool?

What about the little monk?

Why did she dream of Brother Zhuang's childhood?

"Little dumb, you look so good-looking."

The little monk rode on him, stretched out his hand and poked his delicate face like a shelled egg, then clasped his hands together, and nodded his chin.

"Amitabha."

It's a sin, a sin, Master said, don't praise the opposite sex for being good-looking, and she has committed lust and abstinence again.

Just when she opened her eyes, looking at the fairy-like face below her, she blinked earnestly again:

"But it is indeed very good-looking. The Buddha said that one should not lie. I should admit that the little dumb is good-looking, but admitting that the little dumb is good-looking, I violated the lust again..."

She mumbled to herself, scratched her head, only to realize that she had no hair.

"Go back and ask the master, which Buddha said these words, whoever has more powerful mana, I will listen to whoever says."

Little dumb: "..."

Does your Buddha know that you are so powerful?

"Little mute, I'll carry you back."

The little monk is not very old, but his personality is very fierce.

"no need."

"No, you're hurt."

The little monk retorted solemnly, pointing to his elbow that was worn out by the gravel. The wound was very small, only a little bit of skin was broken, and no blood flowed.

Little mute: "I just hurt my hand, it's not that I can't walk."

The little monk shook his head, clasped his hands together, with a serious expression on his face:

"Amitabha, the master said, let me take good care of you, I must take care of you as a delicate flower."

As he said that, he didn't give him a chance to go back on his word, and he carried the person on his back in a rude manner. She carried the little mute on her back, and she didn't forget to check the weight.

"You are so thin, you should eat more in the future."

Little dumb: "..."

"You are too weak, you can't beat me every time."

Little dumb: "..."

This little monk didn't know what to eat and grew up. He was as strong as a cow. Every time he carried him, it was like carrying a broken plastic bag.

"hold me."

The little monk felt that he was going to fall.

The little mute didn't move.

"If you don't put your arms around my neck, then I can only hug you in another way. Although it's not good to hug a boy with a princess, you can't blame me for being disobedient..."

The person on the back silently stretched out a pair of arms and put them around her neck.

The sun was setting in the distance, and behind them was the wild grass, and the figures of the two were stretched out.

………

Li Qinian felt that he was too engrossed in the drama, so that when he lowered his head again, he saw a pair of white and tender hands.

She smiled and said, "It's strange..."

Before she could say the word "love", she covered her throat and her eyes widened.

What the hell?

Was it she who made that soft, soft and soft milky voice just now? ! !

[Ding Dong, the host relationship has been bound, I am your private system 438! 】

Suddenly, a familiar mechanical sound came from my mind.

"Xiao Sanba?"

She also didn't care about her little milk voice, her expression was startled, and she called 438's name.

"Nian Nian?!!!!"

The original mechanized voice suddenly changed.

438 When the eyes are red, snot and tears are about to gush out!

"It's really you..."

After 438 scanned the host's DNA and found that it was really Li Qinian, like a wronged child, he cried out with a "wow", the sound of the little milk twitched, and the crying was heartbreaking.

"Nian Nian... Wo, Wo misses you so much... Wo is useless..."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu... hiccup..."

"I'm so happy... woo woo woo, what to do, Wo, Wo can't stop crying..."

Listening to her crying, Li Qinian found it so pleasant for the first time.

"Hey, don't cry."

As soon as she opened her mouth, she was tired of her soft voice.

"Nian Nian, Ni, why did you become like this... so cute..."

438 cried for too long and couldn't stop.

Li Qinian also wanted to know the answer, she stared at her clothes:

"Am I wearing it again?"

Also dressed as a little kid?

wait.

Why does this dress look familiar? !

She stood up, looked at her clothes, and found that the clothes were exactly the same as the little cassock in her dream!

"Damn it, isn't it?"

She hurried to the stream, and saw the face in the water clearly through the reflection!

Big head!

No hair!

Tiger head tiger brain!

It is really the little monk in the dream! !

Li Qinian: "..."

She had a lot of thoughts in her mind, and she began to recall what happened the day she fell into the water...

So she died first and then came back to life?

She told the story to 438, and after listening to 438, she was not too surprised:

"Do you remember the protective shield you bought? In times of crisis, it will automatically protect the owner."