Yes, I know you're paralyzed!

Deaf, Lin Fan left with a cigarette. Wang Ye, who had already been in trouble before, was already in a headache. He didn't want to be associated with a monk.

Seeing that all the birds in Lin didn't kill him, Damo felt his eggs hurt. He was Dharma, the chief disciple of the tantric school. For the first time, he took the initiative to show his identity to others, but was he treated like this?

"Benefactor, would you please listen to my heart?"

Under all kinds of helplessness, Dharma had to catch up quickly: "benefactor? Handsome benefactor? Almsgiving the God by the ox? "

"I said," can you stop that? "

Stop the pace, Lin Fan helpless way: "OK, take advantage of my hand this cigarette has not smoked, you say."

"Benefactor, through my peeping, bah, through my observation, your cultivation talent is very powerful."

After a look at Lin Fan's only one-third of his cigarettes, Dharma took the lead in flattering him: "I've seen all the agricultural achievements of the World Association. You can get rid of the dark middle-term warriors. You're very strong."

"Strange, people are monks and you are monks. Why is the gap so big?"

Dharma's mouth full of guns, listen to DILIN fan tut voice constantly: "look at you, this sloppy, don't know, thought you were a tramp."

"Benefactor, this is what I need."

He motioned to the linen clothes he was wearing, and waved the fan in his hand: "people, when they are down, they have to be good at protecting themselves. Otherwise, they don't even know how to die."

"Come on, have a cigarette. Let's have a good chat."

Thinking of Dharma's slap at him just now, Lin Fan handed a cigarette to him: "anyway, I'm free now. It's not impossible to listen to your bragging."

"Benefactor, you are a man of nature." After lighting a cigarette and smoking, Dharma said with a smile, "before I ask you to help, I'll introduce myself in a grand way."

"Come on, start your play." Lin Fan nods.

Ignoring Lin Fan's ridicule, Dharma coughed twice: "my name is Dharma. I am the chief disciple of the tantric sect of Buddhism. I will take the position of Lama in the future."

"Oh, go on." Should sound, Lin Fan's mouth spurt a puff of smoke.

"Benefactor, the chief disciple of the tantric school, who will inherit the position of Lama in the future."

When he saw Lin fan, he gave a simple cry, and the mood that Dharma brewed immediately became quite negative: "you shouldn't think that I'm so young that I became the chief disciple, and I'm also the successor of the Lama."

"I'm really surprised to hear that."

Looking at Dharma from the beginning to the end, Lin Fan pretended to be surprised: "Wow, Dharma is so powerful, so young..."

"Stop, stop, stop, you're too pompous."

Defeated by Lin Fan's acting skills, Damo sat down at the bottom of the tree next to him: "I know you don't believe it, but when you see our secret school baby, you believe it."

Suddenly a burst of familiar spatial rhythm, let Lin Fan curiously look at the past. Just like a magic trick, Damo touched a bag around his waist and took out a stone the size of a palm.

"See, this is our secret school treasure, space bag."

After patting the bag, Dharma looked proud: "this space bag is our secret school's top treasure. It can hold a lot of things. It's necessary to travel at home, and it's very easy to use when fighting."

"Interesting. How big is it?"

No wonder I feel familiar with it. It's a magic weapon of space system. Having the magic weapon of space really shows the identity of Dharma.

"Is a square very big?" "Only when Dharma wants to have such a noble status," he said