Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain. In the temple there was an old monk and a bunch of young monks. The old monk was telling stories. . .
In the story, there is a young man who holds a piano in one hand and a flute in the other. He will appear wherever there is need to slay demons.
Everyone in the world knows that this man is serious in speech, and his whole body exudes a cold aura. No one dares to approach him except the people in the mountain gate.
However, there is always that one person. . .
"Lan Sheng, why don't you smile? Smile more."
Someone ignores
"Lan Sheng, why don't you speak? You need to speak more."
No matter how much someone ignores him, his hands tighten slightly
"Lan Sheng, stop wiping your flute and come down the mountain with me to have a drink..."
With a bang, a stone table instantly fell apart.
"Lan... Um!" The young man's eyes widened for a moment, staring at the person pressing him so close to him.
"It's too noisy." The person on the body said lightly, and then went deeper.
The Imperial Master saw this scene as soon as he entered the door. He was slightly surprised, then nodded and walked out. . . Closed the door by the way
My beloved disciple finally got the idea
But someone doesn't think so. Your beloved disciple is doing such things here, why don't you stop him? ! ! What does the expression on the face mean? ! ! Also, why is it closed? !
However, the only thing that responded to him was the breath of the person next to his ear and the person beneath him. . .