Only the little white rabbit who was killed

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date="2020-11-27"

title="Only the little white rabbit who was killed"

weight="108116"

series = ["Black Belly Wife"]

mode = "manual"

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"Please confirm again, if there is any invitation from Chu Changge." Chu Changge said to the young monk who sent the hero post.

The little monk shook his head, "The host only said to send the invitation to Murong Yunshu, Miss Murong Mansion."

"Then did he say to let me go with her?"

"No. The host didn't mention anyone else."

Chu Changge waved in frustration to signal that the little monk was ready to leave, and then walked to the study with the red hero post with the words'Murong Yunshu' printed with hot stamping, and threw the hero post on the table first, and then He threw it into the chair of the master, and said nothing.

At that time, Murong Yunshu was quickly dialing his abacus, glanced at him strangely when he saw it, and then opened the hero post with a puzzled look. After a while, I closed the hero post and put it aside, and asked with a smile, "Did you not receive it?"

"Did you bribe Li Wunai?" Chu Changge didn't answer the question, weak.

"Yes." Murong Yunshu replied very readily.

Chu Changge was startled when he heard the words and suddenly opened his eyes and sat upright, "He is a poor monk, what do you bribe him for?"

Murong Yunshu replied very calmly: "Accumulate virtue."

"How much did you give?"

"I don't know. I'm just calculating." After that, Murong Yunshu lowered his head and continued to count.

Chu Changge was full of black lines, "When you gave him the silver, didn't you count it first?"

Murong Yunshu raised his head when he heard the words, with an innocent look, "I don't know how much money will be needed to rebuild Shaolin."

"What?" Chu Changge's eyes widened and cried out strangely: "You sponsored that guy to rebuild Shaolin Temple's silver?"

Murong Yunshu raised his eyebrows calmly, "Otherwise you think he sold it?"

"You said it yourself, he is a poor monk. You can't sell his body for a few dollars."

"..." He knew that brothers' loyalty or something, in the eyes of the fake monk, was no better than silver.

Vulgar! Really vulgar!

Chu Changge secretly criticized Li Wunai for being unkind.

At this time, Murong Yunshu said again: "Actually I am accumulating virtue for Little Murong."

"Little Murong didn't do anything wicked."

"I will do it someday."

Soon, the day of Li Wunai's official shave arrived. All schools and factions went to Shaolin Temple one after another. Chu Changge also went...as a family member.

This is the first time he has participated in a martial arts rally as a family member. Alas, things are human and non-human!

Chu Changge was very depressed all the way, until he came to the gate of Shaolin Temple and saw the inscription on a huge stone tablet on the right... Pursue all sentient beings.

Signature: Xinming, Chu Changge.

Xinming is Li Wunai's name. And Chu Changge... is undoubtedly Chu Changge, the demon leader.

Chu Changge stared at the three words "dragon, flying and phoenix" on the stone tablet, and almost mistakenly thought it was his own title, because the handwriting was so similar. There is no one else in this world who can imitate his handwriting to that extent except for the big beauty on his left.

Soon, the news that Mojiao funded the reconstruction of Shaolin spread throughout the arena. Thanks to the blessing of the master's wife, everyone in the Demon Cult finally exhales. Whenever they encounter people who scold the Demon Sect how viciously they are, they can always snorted, "What kind of scolding? If you have the ability, you can also rebuild a Shaolin Temple and come to me!"

Chu Changge once asked Murong Yunshu why she didn't write her own name directly. And her answer was...My reputation is good enough, and I don't need to seek fame anymore...As always, I am awkward.

In fact, Chu Changge knew exactly why she did this.

"Thank you."

Murong Yunshu looked up at him strangely, "Thank you for what?"

"Thank you for everything." Chu Changge smiled slightly and continued to wipe his sword.

Murong Yunshu raised his eyebrows, "You're welcome." Then he smiled at him, his eyebrows crooked.

After Li Wunai's ordination ceremony was over, all sects and factions had already gone down the mountain, only Murong Yunshu and Chu Changge were left to live in the mountain. Li Wunai's original words were... "Although the two benefactors have no relationship with the Buddha, but staying in the monastery for a few days, they can always be a little bit Buddha. In the future, when they encounter danger, they can also turn into good fortune."

Chu Changge agreed to stay, but he didn't really want to get a little buddha, but because he still had questions in his heart... How did Li Wunai kill Fang Hongfei.

If Fang Hongfei was Fang Hongfei four years ago, Li Wunai's martial arts would not be his opponent at all. Since Fang Hongfei dared to return to Central Plains to find Jin Ling, his martial arts must not be lost. With this disparity in strength, Li Wunai wants to win Fang Hongfei unless the Buddha appears. And if the Buddha would manifest his spirit, Shaolin Temple would not have suffered an extinction four years ago...

"I'm going down the mountain and going north to the capital tomorrow. How about taking this opportunity to accompany me to stroll around?" Murong Yunshu suddenly asked with a smile, smiling a little flatteringly, with a deliberate flattery.

Chu Changge didn't need to think about what she was thinking about, and he smiled and said, "There is no Dharma altar here."

Murong Yunshu raised his green eyebrows, "Who said I was looking for the Dharma Altar?"

Chu Changge: "I don't want to find the altar of Bodhidharma. Are you looking for monks, scriptures and chanting and meditation outfits?"

"Apart from these, Shaolin Temple has nothing else."

"..." Murong Yunshu was speechless when asked by Chu Changge, and he fumbled for a long time before he came up with a particularly righteous sentence, "I want to be a bit Buddha!" ​​After finishing speaking, he rushed with complacency. Long song laughs.

In short, Chu Changge raised his eyebrows and said solemnly: "Then go to the Dharma altar, where the Buddha is very angry."

"Okay. You know that the altar of Bodhidharma is..." Murong Yunshu regretted it halfway through, and shut his mouth angrily, ignoring someone who was smiling to the side with cramps, looking left and right, and said without any further words. , "The ground is so clean."

"The skill of sweeping the floor is the treasure of the real temple of Shaolin Temple. It has been passed down for thousands of years since the founder of Bodhidharma, and of course it is clean." Chu Changge said bluntly.

"..." Does he have to mention Patriarch Dharma?

The two ridiculed each other all the way, and unknowingly came to a secluded courtyard in Shaolin Temple.

Looking at the small courtyard in front of him, Murong Yunshu said, "Maybe this is the place where Master Bodhidharma once practiced."

Sure enough, he has not given up. Chu Changge smiled helplessly, and took her hand and walked inside, "Don't you know if you go in and take a look?"

"I heard that if you sit on the altar of Master Bodhidharma, you will be able to turn bad luck in your life." Murong Yunshu said as he walked.

"When have you become so superstitious?"

"After getting to know you."

"..." Well, he admitted that he was a troubled person. However, he never worshipped ghosts and gods, and he was still able to overcome danger. "Kiss me, it's better than sitting on the altar of Master Damozu." Chu Changge looked at her with a wicked smile.

"..." Murong Yunshu wanted to reward him with a big white eye, then he thought for a while, stopped to hold him, and kissed him on his face without saying anything. Then he looked like nothing was wrong. The red heart did not beat and pulled him to continue walking inside.

Chu Changge was dumbfounded by Murong Yunshu's series of actions, and after walking dumbly for a few steps, he came back to his senses. He suddenly stopped and took her into his arms.

Murong Yunshu was stunned by his sudden behavior, especially the breathtaking black eyes, staring at her quietly, causing her to be cautious involuntarily even breathing, and her heartbeat accelerated. Looking at each other for a moment, just about to ask him what he wanted to do, only a tick at the corner of his mouth, and a wicked smile flashed before her eyes. Followed by kisses that were wildly passionate like a storm.

This kiss was longer than ever before, but Murong Yunshu could not feel the passage of time at all. It was not until the heat on his lips left that he realized that there seemed to be a long and long blank in his mind.

Chu Changge looked at Murong Yunshu with a red face, smiled and embraced her again, "The child is almost five years old, and he is still so shy. I don't know that I thought I would kiss a good woman forcibly." The voice was very loud. Dissatisfied, but his eyes were soft.

Murong Yunshu also laughed self-deprecatingly. Yes, the child is almost five years old, and I still can't resist kissing him. Let him do whatever he wants every time.

Every time he was kissed so affectionately and deeply by Chu Changge, Murong Yunshu had the illusion of being a little white rabbit, watching him eat cleanly. The difference is that this kind of being eaten has no pain, only sweetness and happiness.

Love is strong, meaning is honey. Suddenly, Murong Yunshu only felt that his feet were empty, and his body lost support and fell.

"Yun Shu!" Chu Changge yelled, grabbing Murong Yunshu's hand, and lying down on the ground. At that time, Murong Yunshu had all fallen into the hole that was suddenly opened. "Don't be afraid, give me the other hand, and I will pull you up."

"Yeah." Murong Yunshu stretched out his other hand to Chu Changge. At that moment, what flashed in his mind was Huberg's prediction...Lao Yan was divided into the disaster.

Could it be that this is what Huberg said is the disaster of labor and Yan's separation?

No, it's not. This is nothing but an accident. The sudden collapse of the ground is due to the age of this monastery, which is incompatible with ghosts and gods.

Murong Yunshu waved away the uneasiness in his heart, trying to keep himself as calm as possible.

Chu Changge was afraid that the sudden force would strain Murong Yunshu's arm muscles, and patiently pulled her up little by little. When Chu Changge could catch Murong Yunshu's shoulder, he was about to hug her up in a hurry, he heard her gasp as soon as he tried hard. "What's the matter?" Chu Changge asked nervously.