Chapter 3510: Belonging to her marriage, what about the monk (3)

Leng Yumo froze.
Man hugging each other?
Which man?
Suddenly, she returned to God: "You said Xiao Qi? Hey, how could he be my husband? That's our little master from Xiaoyaomen. When I first entered Xiaoyaomen, he was still a young man Dolls! I choose a husband who will not eat the tender grass near the nest, right? "
Jing Yuanzhang looked up to her eyes.
Silently thinking, it turned out that the person was not Yu Mo's Qinglang, but her little brother.
Obviously it should be something that has nothing to do with him.
But the corners of his mouth are irresistible.
Leng Yumo looked at the expression of dismal depression on his face, and suddenly thought of something, a big smile bloomed on his face: "I said the little monk, you don't say goodbye that day, should you be jealous?"
"No ... I, little monk ..." Jing Yuan was incoherent for a while, but he didn't know whether to deny or refute.
The blush on the white tender skin did not recede.
For the first time, Leng Yumo realized the general feeling of "exploding fireworks in my heart".
She had always been careless, and didn't understand what shyness was.
At this time, he also pursed his lips with the corners of his mouth, lowered his head, and for a while wondered what to say.
Grunt--
A terrible sound came from her belly.
Leng Yumo was stiff, and she was so depressed that she wanted to find a hole in it.
What the hell?
She managed to brush a wave of favor in front of the young monk.
Come and lose such a big face.
Blame the broken turtle just now, can't you wait for your stomach to fill up?
Leng Yumo coughed slightly and wanted to change the subject.
As soon as he looked up, he faced Jingyuan's gentle and narrow eyes.
The little monk whispered, "Wait for me."
What are you waiting for?
Leng Yumo looks at him.
I saw the young monk pointing to the sword and making a row to the sea.
The next moment, a wave burst into the sea, and a few fat fishes and shrimps turned up with the waves and landed next to them.
Jingyuan took out a fire crystal stove from the storage space and burned a pot of water.
I started to handle fish and shrimp cleanly.
"Jingyuan, what are you doing?" Leng Yumo rushed to stop, "You, aren't you a monk?"
Jing Yuan raised her head and looked at her, her long eyelashes trembled, showing a somewhat confused look.
Leng Yumo's mental retardation was caused by the handsome face close by, and she swallowed her throat greatly: "Aren't monks unable to kill?"
Jingyuan smiled gently: "My teacher doesn't have such rules. Master himself is vegan, but he doesn't impose us. Although I haven't touched the ridiculousness for many years after I started, I can prepare for you."
Leng Yumo slowly let go of her hand.
Watching the little monk move skillfully with the fish, he waited obediently.
"Little monk."
"Ok?"
"Your master doesn't force you to be vegetarian, is it OK to marry a wife and have children?"
Jing Yuan dealt with the fish's hand, and after a long while, he said in a low, almost inaudible voice, "I ... the little monk didn't know. No one in the temple had ever married or gave birth to a child."
Leng Yumo smiled, her voice with softness and expectation never before: "Then you go back and ask if it looks good? In case your master agrees with you to marry a wife? If he doesn't agree, ask him ? "
Jingyuan bowed his head, making people invisible.
But the ears exposed were red and almost dripping water.