MTL - Young Man, You Are Too Young, Too Simple-Chapter 101

It is not easy to travel from all walks of life. It is not easy. The large-scale transmission array set up once has a huge amount of costly stones. Secondly, it is considered for the weaker side. For example, there is a reduction in the people who lead to the world. Written rules.

This time, Hongjun took Luo Shitu to go with him. He counted the relationship households and set aside a predetermined group of people to set off.

The place where they settled was a bustling big city, the home of Luo Shitu. The market here is no different from day and night, no matter when the streets are bustling and lively.

There are many stories about comprehension in the human world, but apart from the only remaining martial art, ordinary people are still far away from the monks.

The mentor and the disciples went to the country to follow the customs, and the clothes on them were the same as the mortals, but for Hongjun who never paid attention to the external appearance of the skin, he would not think of concealing his appearance. Therefore, the commotion caused by the invincible face in the realm of repairing completely overshadowed the hawker’s screaming.

In addition, Luo Shitu looks very good, and the young man is smart, and he wears extravagant clothes out of his ordinary clothes. At first glance, it is not something that ordinary people can raise.

"Master, let's go." What about the beauty? Luo Zutu took the sleeves of Hongjun and pointed it not far away. "I saw the Duan Inn!"

This trip was chosen here, mainly because it is close to Yeouido. The possibility of ghost repair is very high. At the same time, there is also the meaning of communication with the human sector. Both sides have to say hello to do things.

Duan Xiangsi’s Duanjia is a comprehension family that the emperor valued. Even if he could not compare with the monks of the upper bound, it would be enough to bring the town’s national transport. Therefore, when his words came out, the eyes of the crowd were immediately distracted. Although the monks were difficult to see, the position was too high and they could not afford to offend.

However, living in the inn and living in the Duanjia, the difference is still quite big, the others see the familiar family housekeeper standing at the door to meet, smiles, know that the two seem to have a good relationship with the Duanjia, but Duanjia Hot The face is a cold butt.

Anyone who has this speculation, Luo Shitu must give him a compliment: Yes, he really does not want to give the face of the family.

In the past, he was put down, and it may make the Duan family not happy. Why should he endure it? Since he left, everything here has nothing to do with him.

Those who strive to cultivate resources to feed back the family have the shackles of Duan Lie--if he does not do it, he will blame the greed of the ancestors of the section to stay in the human world for power.

Anyway, Hongjun has always been indulgent to him. Even if it doesn't matter, he can feel the favor.

The room arranged for them is naturally superior. It can be seen that the arrangement of the light has used a lot of effort, for fear of slowing down the sin. After all, it is good to see the Jindan monk, and it is only a good one. The section of the famous elders of the infants did not blink.

What's more, the elders will be limited to ... repairing the smugglers to wipe the sweat, and after diligently introducing the big pass, they know that the key is on Luo Shitu, and this ancestor, he was not not harsh before.

It seems that it is impossible to get close to him. He is no longer interested in mentioning the things that go into the family. He turns to laugh and say: "The night scenes in the city don't have any taste. If you are interested, you may wish to take a tour." I am afraid of being unpleasant and resigning.

When the irrelevant person left, Luo Shitu entangled the past and said: "Chu Yi, I don't like Duanjia, don't be angry."

After Hongjun told him his real name, he changed his mouth privately, and the name did not appear in the original plot from beginning to end. He first noticed that the changed track deviated far away. After all, there would be no artifacts. There is no disaster of ghost repair.

You must know that this is just an upgrade of the ordinary Fufu Xiuxian. At most, you can pass through the protagonist's aura to kill a group of innocent people.

Is his butterfly wing a little too fierce?

"How can you call the name of the teacher?" Hongjun faintly frowned.

The beauty is serious and has a different style. Luo Shitu feels that he is not really angry, and his eyes are staring at him. He is not afraid at all: "No one is so lonely, I like the teacher." "When I finished, I laughed and shouted: "Chu Yi Chu Yi Chu Yi..."

The young man was holding his arm in his arms, and there was a special heat in his voice, which seemed to be delighted by such permission. Hongjun paused and swallowed the words of reprimand. He didn't know what to say, and he was actually more useful than blocking.

At least he can feel deeply like the countless times in the past, the other side can not do without him. That kind of mourning dependence is incurable to the young man, and he never thought about escaping.

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The scenery is second, no matter whether the night is really as touching as the housekeeper said, they have to go this way.

The night of the human world is different from the realm of comprehension. Even if there is a night market in the town, the atmosphere of the baking is very different.

The lanterns on the street are dizzy, and the sights are like a layer of gauze. It is not clear, but the people who walked through have a smile. In this soft night wind, ruthlessness is also gentle.

The ordinary face has added a bit of color at this moment, and the amazing harvest of the mentor and the apprentice in the crowd has been greatly reduced, and the action is much more comfortable.

The sound of screaming in the ear is mixed with jokes, and there is more noise in the real world. It is also difficult to see the coldness of the line. The pedestrians are leisurely and leisurely. They are not in a hurry to stop. They stop at the booth from time to time, ask a few words, buy or not. Buy, the stall owners are smiling and meet, and when they meet the fellow, they can chat for a while.

Under the environmental infection, Hongjun’s pace gradually slowed down. It was not a novelty to the human world, but just felt kind.

"Master, look!"

Hongjun heard the sound of the head, and then saw Luo Shutu squeezing in front of the booth with a mask, holding a sly doll mask in his hand to face the face.

"Good-looking?" He smiled at Hongjun, and the other hand grabbed a ghost-headed ghost. "Master wears this, huh?"

"The teacher has never brought money." Hongjun looked pale, and his eyes reflected a soft light.

Luo Shutu snorted, of course he knew that Hongjun did not lie to him. Both of them were the spiritual stones circulating between the monks. If the stalls of the small business were willing to accept, one could not find any money, and the second could not find a way. Exchange into coins. In addition, there is no need to make a special trip to prepare people's currency.

"It doesn't matter, I go back and do it for the Master," he thought, and put down the mask and said, "Definitely better than this!"

Seeing that he likes the stall owner who just prepared to send one, he immediately closed his mouth.

"Go away." Hongjun caressed his head and said.

A few steps out of the way, a familiar voice came from behind: "Dian Xiangsi!"

It’s not that the family doesn’t gather the head, and Luo’s journey has not returned. Pretending that he didn’t hear it, he took the Hongjun and quickly walked out of the crowd.

Duan Li was mad at him. He believed that the ear force of the base period would never be like this. It must be deliberately not wanting to care for him.

He snorted directly: "Dian Acacia -!"

According to the extent of Luo Dutu's thick skin, he could still walk if he had nothing to do, but this time Hongjun stopped, he had to turn around and look at the people who ran over, and asked impatiently, "What is it?"

Duan Lixian gave a ceremony to Hongjun grassland, and even when he did not exist, he glared at Luo Shitu: "Why didn't you hear it! Sure enough, I don't know how many!"

Seeing Luo Shitu’s eyes and looking at the eyes of a second son, he blushed red: "I don't care about you, my brother came to help chase the ghost repair, let me come over and say hello to you..." He snorted, in his hand The thing is in the arms of Luo Shutu.

"You didn't bring money, it's sour!"

First of all, Jin Lin’s greeting should refer to his master’s respect. Secondly, this shabbyness is a slap in the face of his master. Finally, Luo Shitu looks down at the mask of the baby face that he has come over, revealing a curvature. Deep smile: "Duke Li, brother, do you like me?"

The juvenile's eyebrows seemed innocent between the shaking light and shadows. The two dimples on the cheeks were full of intoxicating sweetness. They watched the ritual for a moment, then redd from the ear to the neck, stuttering and stammering: Hi, like?! Less gold on your face, but a scorpion!"

Hongyi’s brow wrinkled and some were uncomfortable. It’s not uncommon for a male and a male to be a Taoist monk. However, if one of them is Duan Acacia... He has not considered it, but now I think it would not be allowed. .

It’s just that the road to comprehension is blessed. Why is he not willing to allow it... Hongjun scorned his lips and his eyes fell on the chaos of the chaos. “You go back and let Jinlin take the people to check the west.”

Some things are useless on the surface. It is useless to call the section of the ceremony. It is nothing more than wanting to play the spirit of the section, and it is difficult to find it without a little effort.

"Yes." Duan Li did not dare to look at the eyes of Luo Shitu, blushing his neck and screaming.

Luo Shutu’s eyes left him to leave, looked up at Hongjun, and resumed his lively look in a blink of an eye. He took his sleeve and walked toward the river: “The teacher looks, there is a river lantern over there!”

The rivers are not paired in pairs, just a few. The river lanterns that float along the current are different in shape, emitting soft light. When they drift away, they will basically sink to the bottom of the river. Only those who stand here will not catch up. They need a beautiful prayer. It seems that If you make it, you can come true.

"嘭-"

Not far from the bridge suddenly burst into a cluster of fireworks, Luo Shutu looked up subconsciously, and the next cluster of clusters were placed in his clear shackles, colorful, gorgeous and monotonous.

They were shrouded in a shadow of the tree, separated from the earth outside, but outside of that loneliness, accompanied by each other.

Hongjun’s eyes fell on the fleeting fireworks, and naturally turned to the teenagers around him, gently screaming: “Acacia...” It’s not inaudible, it’s like a nightmare.

The boy heard it, looked at him from the side, raised his foot on his lips, and the twitching eyelashes covered the smashing night, the sweetness of the three flowers, and the hidden feelings.

"Chu Yi..."

One touch away.

No one spoke, letting the sudden silence spread, the juvenile raised the mask and covered it, and the exposed eyes were bent into two arcs, then they were taken off, thrown into the river, and made a slight sound, which was quickly hit by the waves. sink.

"..." Hongjun stepped forward and reached out, as if to touch the boy's hair, but stopped halfway, and his eyes turned toward a road. "...When you go to the teacher, you are waiting. "2k novel reading network