"Amitabha, how good! Dear female donors, the little monk Huifan, have begged for alms here."

Zhou Xiaomo put his palms together in front of the air, shook his head after saying that, and said to himself: "It is unreasonable, unreasonable, unreasonable for monks to beg for alignment in brothels."

"Amitabha, so good! Little donor, is the mom in the Guilou?"

Zhou Xiaomo was confused at the air and shook his head and thought, will I, a little monk, look for a brothel, be considered to be a search for relatives?

"Amitabha, female donor, I want to find a girl here. Good, good!"

Go to the nest,

This is even worse, and it makes the girls in the brothel think that I, a young monk, came to find a good friend.

Zhou Xiaomo was in a place with few people and thought about various ways to enter the [Spring Floor Full of Spring], and then he demonstrated it several times in the tone of the monk, but he rejected it one by one.

If you dress as a monk, it will become a strange story no matter which way you enter the brothel.

No matter what, he will be told by others anyway. It would be a natural joke to stand at the door of the brothel.

A few passers-by were curious when they saw the little monk talking to himself while shaking his head, occasionally patting his forehead, as if he was thinking about something.

Some people even think that there is a crazy monk here. He looks so good, but his words and demeanors are like fools. He stands near the brothel, facing the void, and is both clasped and Amitabha.

At the door of [Spring Filled Bed Building], a girl with sixteen or seventeen years old, covered with fragrant powder on her face, graceful figure, and a delicate and charming girl just sent off her old lover. She was standing not far from the door, glaring at the lustful people coming and going.

She swung the Fengliu fan on her neck, twisted the water snake's waist, scratched her head and posed, and then threw a few melon seeds at a handsome young man passing by, calling her little enemy for a long time and never came to see me. Look at her like that, as long as these young men were willing, she would do it, which made several perverts who stopped by the roadside unwilling to leave for a long time.

Zhou Xiaomo's appearance immediately caused a great sensation at the entrance of the brothel.

"Amitabha!" Everyone said that women were easy to talk to, and Zhou Xiaomo said to the girl, "Female donor, little monk Huifan, I want to get something back from your little girl Xiaorou!"

Everyone was confused!

The little monk actually came to the brothel to ask for something from the girl.

This was a fuss.

The scoundrel opened his arms and fanned himself with his clothes and shouted, "I said, "Little monk, are you here to find Miss Xiaorou to wrap your breasts, or are you here to beg for alms and seek elegance all night!"

Everyone burst into laughter!

Zhou Xiaomo pretended not to understand, with a confused expression on his face, and clasped his palms: "Amitabha, how good is it! The little monk can't understand what the donor said!"

Another scoundrel with thin bones and a thin upper body smiled, tiptoed, stretched his head, put his left hand on the corner of his right lips, and shouted: "Hey! I said, "Young master, monks don't speak, have you eaten vegetarian food in Miss Xiaorou's arms?"

"That's right." A little scoundrel with a vulgar face, with sharp ears and monkey cheeks, and looked like a monkey-like cheek. He stroked his arms and said, "Little Master, is the water in the numb little girl sweet?"

"Amitabha!"

Zhou Xiaomo put his palms together, but he didn't expect that so many scoundrels popped up all of a sudden.

The girl was eating melon seeds alone, and suddenly she saw a little monk who looked like a jade, slender figure, beautiful eyebrows and excellent temperament standing in front of her, and was stunned for a moment.

"Amitabha!"

Seeing the girl confused, Zhou Xiaomo said again: "Female donor, the little monk wants to ask Miss Xiaorou for something. Please give me a message."

"Oh! So it's a little master!" The girl smiled like a flower, and first slapped the fragrance from her neck to the little monk in front of her, and then said leisurely, "My master, if you haven't come for a few days, you have forgotten my family. My family is not called Xiaorou, but my family is called Xiaomei!"

Zhou Xiaomo clasped his hands together and said lightly: "Amitabha! The girl was joking. The little monk passed by here for the first time last night. How could the girl Xiaorou be seen for a few days?"

The girl named Xiaomei's charming eyes could no longer be separated from the little monk in front of her. Her eyes were like peach blossoms, and she looked at Zhou Xiaomo diagonally, constantly slapping the fragrance of her body at him, thrusting her chest, twisting her waist, and acting like a weak and pitiful slave. She thought to herself, how could such a handsome little man become a monk? It's a pity. However, seeing that this little monk has never been involved in men and women, no woman will let her look go. Today, if I take her back to the room for some rain, I will definitely be devoted to me in the future...

Thinking of this, Xiaomei rubbed forward two steps, her soft body almost touched the little monk's body, exhaling like silk, her eyes were blurred, and she acted coquettishly, stretched out her jade hand to hold Zhou Xiaomo's hand, pressed it on her chest, and said, "Little Master, look, look, I miss you, I'm pounding here!"

"Amitabha!" Zhou Xiaomo took back his palm and closed it in front of his chest. He thought to himself that labor and capital would not be fooled. As long as it touched your chest, he would immediately fall into your mind. At that time, you jumped into my arms, just like Sister Octopus. If it really doesn't work, you will shout that the little monk is not honest. Even if I have a hundred mouths, I can't explain it clearly.

Zhou Xiaomo put his palms together and protected his chest: "Amitabha, how good it is! Monks do not lie. The little monk has never seen a girl before. I would like to ask the girl to find Xiaorou for the little monk!"

The more Zhou Xiaomo showed a cute look, the more he was harder to let go of him in his heart. He shook the fan and said coquettishly: "Little Master, you see, it's still so hot this day. My neck is full of sweat." As she said that, she reached out and unbuttoned the two cloth buttons, revealing the softness of most of the snow-white poem balls. She was very gentle and coquettish under the light, and said in an ambiguous tone: "Little Master, look, look, the sweat is flowing down the ditch!"

What should I do when I meet a difficult person? Zhou Xiaomo was a little anxious, but he couldn't show it. He could only lower his eyes and said repeatedly: "Amitabha!"

The saliva of several scoundrels was about to flow, and they hated that they were not the fool-like little monk in front of them.

The thin little gangster who was as thin as a firewood smiled obscenely: "I said little monk, just put your hand into the ditch and touch it to see if there are two cute little people swaying inside!"

The scoundrel who kept fanning his clothes and swallowed his saliva; "I said, "Little monk, please touch one along the groove and put it under your nose to smell it, so that you will never want to go back and knock on the wooden fish again."
Chapter completed!