Chapter 2923 The Lotus Essence of the Holy Monk (19)

At the Linglong Banquet, in the Peach Blossom Forest, Ning Chen walked to his place, there was only a simple table and a simple futon.

It seems that the master knows his temperament and specially prepared it.

The little lotus flower was sitting on his shoulder, her face was cold, and her hands were wrapped around her chest without saying a word.

"My appearance is illusory, does this mean that my appearance is illusory or abstract?"

The system said: "It may mean that your beauty is unique in this world, and beauty is like an illusion."

Bai Weiwei touched her chin, "Although this is to fool me, it still sounds very cool."

The system silently took out a copy of "One Hundred Sentences of Self-Praise for Narcissists".

The life value of the thirty private money he spent on embroidery was really worth it.

See how happy the host is.

Not far from Ning Chen's side was another seat.

A reclining chair.

No one sits.

The servants have come here not only to drink and eat.

Ning Chen didn't react. He looked into the depths of the Peach Blossom Forest. At the edge, there was an ice-colored array of light, like horizontal ribbons, running around the entire palace.

He looked at it for a while, and found that his ears were too quiet.

The little lotus flower was noisy all the way, and suddenly became quiet, a little not used to it.

He turned his eyes lightly, and saw the little lotus flower with her hands around her chest, her lips pouted, and puffed up, like a little squirrel stuffed with pine cones.

The boy stung her indifferently for a while.

She seemed to notice it, and looked up at him, then snorted coldly, turned around, and didn't look at him in anger.

Ning Chen also lowered his eyes slightly, as if he didn't understand what she was angry with.

See the food on the table.

In addition to wine and meat, these are rare delicacies that are not common on weekdays.

Master Linglong will prepare these things every time.

Whether it's beauty or hallucinations or gold and silver or food.

They are doing their best to seduce his human desires.

He never touched.

Bai Weiwei turned around and said to the system, "This dead bald man looks like a lonely old man who died for life."

System: "He should have been alone for life, he is a monk."

Still a great monk.

The leader of Buddhism.

He is lonely and old.

Other monks are secretly not alone, and no one knows if they don't say it.

But the hero, every move affects everyone's heart.

If he is not alone, it will cause a lot of waves.

Maybe all monks will follow his example by then.

Then the monk can marry from now on.

It was only then that Bai Weiwei thought that a bald donkey really couldn't get a wife, so he could understand his ghostly virtue.

In eight lifetimes, I have never seen a woman, never held a woman's hand, never thought about what a woman looks like.

Just thinking about it is miserable.

Suddenly she heard a pleasant low voice, "Hungry?"

Bai Weiwei sneered, "It's not good to starve to death, there is one less monster from me in the world, and you are proud of killing one less person. This is your merit."

Ning Chen was still as cold as before, and after a long silence, he sighed softly, "That's because I'm hungry."

He suddenly reached out his hand and put it on his shoulder.

"There is a green pastry on the table, made of plant beads, which is good for plant goblins."

The little lotus flower pursed her lips, folded her arms around her chest, and sneered: "Whoever eats your shit is a dead monk."

Ning Chen's face was indifferent, and he was speechless for a moment before saying, "That's it."

Just about to withdraw my fingers.

Suddenly, her fingertips tightened, and Little Lotus reached out her delicate and dexterous hands, grabbed his fingers, and climbed onto his palm.