Chapter 927

"Why are you here?"

Lin Yunxi asked the little monk before he opened his mouth. She also winked at him. This is to remind the little monk to look at the occasion, but don't be petty again.

How can he lose his temper in front of himself? The hundred Li sect's law here really can't be controlled by his temperament. That man who is cruel in means offends him, but he has a thousand or ten thousand ways to torture people.

Fortunately, Baili Jingqi had a sincere smile on her face when she was talking to Shanglin Yunxi, and she also patted the dust on her clothes.

"I'm here to greet uncle Huang. I've just thought about it seriously. I think I should come here. Otherwise, it would be rude."

My ancestors, you are down to this virtue. Do you care if you are rude?

Lin Yunxi turned a blind eye in the bottom of his heart, and wanted to make complaints about the hundred miles of Qi.

What's more, with your broken robe, can you still photograph a flower?

After a whole day's rough work, it's no wonder ya'er didn't look down on you and disliked you so much. Is your nose broken? Can't you smell it?

Lin Yunxi doesn't dislike the little monk. In her opinion, no matter what the little monk looks like, he is always the perfect man who will protect himself with his life.

But just because the little monk is the perfect Baili Jingqi in her heart, she can't bear to see that he will be mercilessly suppressed and trampled on by Baili Zonglu!

"Just now... Were you in Zhaitang?"

Lin Yunxi asked carefully, still worried about him.

"Well, I should have said hello to Uncle Huang in the morning, but at that time, I was a nephew. I was not sensible, so I came after him."

The little monk had a broad smile on his face, as if he could see Lin Yunxi's worries in his heart. However, he didn't seem to care. On the contrary, because of this broad smile, he made the whole person look more energetic.

Bai Li Zong Lu was standing in front of them not far away. He always had a calm smile on his face. He didn't move at all when the little monk mentioned his words.

But He Fang, who was standing behind him, was shaking his legs and stomach. Did he know his master best?

Don't look at the smile on his master's face at the moment. Just look at his standing posture, the clenched fists of his hands behind his back, and the green veins looming out of his forehead

Dear mother, He Fang admires jiuwangye for his endurance.

The thorn in the eye is now standing in front of him and chatting with his favorite young master. If it was him, he would have been furious and had his eldest son dragged down and buried alive!

However, if you look at the bearing and endurance of your prince, he is worthy of being a man who can achieve great things. He is different from a guy who can only make brute force.

"Uncle Jiuhuang, don't blame me. My nephew saluted you."

The little monk went over Lin Yunxi to the side of the hundred Li Zong law. He showed the Royal bearing and elegance just right.

Although his clothes were shabby, his elegant face did not lose his name as the eldest grandson of the emperor of the Dayong Dynasty.

"Before, I felt that I was still guilty. I was so filthy in the temple, so I didn't dare to meet uncle Huang. But now my nephew has figured it out, because I think we should be magnanimous. When we do something, we just do it. If we don't do it, we just don't do it. Please forgive my nephew for his impoliteness. "