"Not in the mood!"

Wujie rolled his eyes, and the bull's nose in front of him was like a stinky fly, buzzing in front of him.

Compared to this Taoist priest, those tomb robbers that day looked more pleasing.

"Well……"

The young Taoist priest suddenly felt that this great monk was even more annoying than that guy named Hu Ziming.

At least Hu Ziming would not have been able to die of chatting as soon as he got up.

The atmosphere was inexplicably in an awkward situation. Qin Chuming probably never expected that after the era of spiritual energy revival, the first meeting between Buddha and Taoism was in this way, and in this atmosphere.

The bearded son Ming, who was bearded beside the two, looked at the monk opposite the young Taoist priest with his head on his side, and seemed to have some clarity in his heart.

Another strange person?

But just having a meal happened?

Hu Ziming looked at the pasta in his hand. Do these people still like to eat vegetarian noodles?

Although the atmosphere was awkward, the young Taoist priest was still ready to chat. The young Taoist priest's cuffs fell to his shoulders. He scratched his head and said:

"Are you not curious at all?"

"What are you curious about?"

"I met my companions and there are many places to communicate with."

"I'm not interested, don't there be many companions? Within three days, I saw it almost with both hands!"

Wujie said irritably.

What?

Hu Ziming, who was listening with his ears pricked up, was shocked and frowned.

Within three days, the number of hands?
Chapter completed!