Quick Transmigrate to Have a Boyfriend

Ming was fighting on purpose, but in fact he was trying to test his martial arts. It is fatal to others, but not to Jiang.

Liaobu Town does not believe in evil, throwing out the fast whip again aimed at Jiang Lang, at this time, the man did not move.

The monk took hold of the whip and, ignoring the blood oozing from the whip marks in his hand, circled Liaobu Town, intending to entangle him and fall into the corridor under the house.

At such a close distance, Liaobu Town could not help saying: "a monk should not be a matter of color, and emptiness is a matter of color. Why?"

It can be seen that Jiang Lang should be glad that the man is clever, or should he regret that he is not cold at all.

"It's still popular."

remembered that the first mock exam of the abbot drove him out of the temple was like sending him down the mountain.

If he didn't break the meat eating precept, he would be an eminent monk.

Jiang Lang thinks his conjecture is right. If you think about the past plot, he is the final boss, the initiator of all right and wrong.

It's very likely that this time he was an extraordinary person.

The system can't help but sound a reminder, "don't imagine, host, that's not the case."

Being broken the dream, Jiang languo blinks and chooses to continue to tease the man.

"Because I saw such a person as the pavilion master, I went down to earth." The man's brows and eyes are crooked.

"You're just a monk, not a fairy."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm in the world." Jiang languidly murmured.

With the two bodies close together, Jiang can feel the heartbeat of Liaobu Town.

He was ready to move, and the man still looked at him without expression. "Can you let go of this seat

"Yuan languid doubt of loose hand," the pavilion master should go to be a monk just right. "

The man is not red and out of breath. On the contrary, Jiang languo's whole body is boiling with blood.

It was the last time that the man was killed.

"Monks should not be close to women." Liaobu Town glanced at the whip mark in Jiang's hands and walked back to his house.

Jiang Lang follows him closely. This time, he can step into the house before Liaobu Town closes. "Monk can't be close to women, but men can."

People who don't want to talk about it any more, Liaobu coldly points to the table and chair in the outer room, "sit here."

Jiang Yang sat down immediately.

To his surprise, the man took out the medicine jar and the white cloth from the inner room. Then he sat in front of him, took his hand and dealt with the whip mark.

Jiang languor supported his face, lazily looked at the virtuous male Lord, and said softly: "does the pavilion master care about me?"

"If the eyes don't work, I'll get them for you later." Liaobu Town lowered his head and carefully wiped the bloodstain.

He's denying it.

"If I take my eyes, how can I see the white and thin body of the pavilion master? It's not like losing a lot of fun."

This makes Liaobu Town a little surprised, and then the hand pinches tightly. The stabbing pain of the whiplash makes Jiang languid how to shout.

"Murder of my husband."

"Shut up!" Liaobu Town is angry and murderous.

Jiang languor, on the contrary, is to stimulate the male owner to become addicted. He points to his mouth and says, "this place is quiet only when the pavilion master kisses."

At the end of the day, Jiang was filled with the murderous spirit of Liaobu Town. He did not fear, continued to challenge: "cabinet Lord, I am very happy with you. Just now, I think you should really realize it. Ah

Without precaution, the hand that was just bruised was broken and dislocated in Liaobu Town.

If it was not for Jiang languo to leave the house in time, he felt that his hand would be broken.