Chapter 4009 Unspeakable + Ask for a Monthly Ticket

Not long after, the monk walked in slowly, and bowed to Xuanyuan Moze with his hands folded: "The poor monk has seen the benefactor."

"Master, please take a seat." Xuanyuan Moze motioned, having already set up the chessboard.

Cold Cream served two cups of hot tea, then stepped back and stood still.

The monk walked up and sat down slowly, and looked sideways slightly as he listened to the giggling of the two children over there.

I saw that the two fleshy children were being fed by the two of them in their arms. Their delicate faces had smiles that did not know sorrow, and there was only joy and worry in their pure eyes. of curiosity.

Seeing this, he sighed softly in his heart, shook his head secretly and retracted his gaze, and murmured Amitabha in his heart.

Xuanyuan Moze's eyes kept falling on him. After watching him sit down, he looked at the two children. When there was a flash of pity and pity in his peaceful eyes, a flash of pity and pity flashed across his eyes. With a touch of deep light, the deep black pupil glanced at the pair of children, and then fell on the monk's body, with a thoughtful look on his face.

The way the monk looked at the two children was not right, and that feeling made him a little unhappy and a little uneasy.

The children of him and Ah Jiu were born as dragons and phoenixes. From the moment they were born, their start was far higher than that of many people in the world. Children are also cute and elves, each with their own characteristics.

But why did this monk look at them with pity and pity?

He narrowed his eyes, covered the look in his eyes, took a sip of the tea on the side, and then asked unintentionally, "Master, you have been living with us for a while, our pair of Children, what do you think the master thinks of them?"

Listening to this, the other people in the courtyard were a little confused. How is their little master? That is naturally the existence of dragon and phoenix among the proud people of the sky, why do you need to ask this monk?

Hearing Xuanyuan Moze's words, the monk just glanced at him, and then he folded his hands and closed his eyes and whispered, "Amitabha, the child of the emperor and Fengxing, is naturally blessed with profound blessings, which is incomparable to other people. "

Xuanyuan Moze was playing with the teacup, and didn't look at him, he just said slowly, "Oh? Is that so? But why does this gentleman always see a trace of pity and pity in the eyes of the master when he looks at them?"

As soon as his voice fell, he raised his eyes to look at the monk opposite, his lips slightly curled, and his eyes were still cold: "I wonder if the master can clear up your confusion?"

The monk paused, pursed his lips slightly, and didn't say a word for a while.

When Leng Shuang and Gray Wolf in the courtyard heard this, they could not help but look at each other in astonishment, not quite understanding. This is how the same thing?

"What? Are you very open?" Xuanyuan Moze asked, pressing him step by step.

The monk felt that the breath in the air was a little colder, and he felt that the cold breath released from him was very captivating. A boulder that makes it hard to breathe.

"Amitabha, the benefactor, it's not because the poor monk doesn't want to talk about it, but the secret cannot be leaked, and it can't be said." He shook his head and sighed softly, also with a helpless expression on his face.

Listening to his words, Xuanyuan Moze's eyes flashed with a cold light: "So, is there really something that I don't know about?"