I sat around for a while, and even went to the door of the shop next to me to see others playing two chess games. During this period, the old man never woke up except for changing his posture. His face was blushing and he slept soundly under the bright sunshine in the morning.

November is coming soon, and the weather is still so warm. Thinking about Hong Kong's coastal area, Qin Mu felt relieved. If there was rain or something in Ningcheng, even if it was the smallest drizzle, the cold wind would blow to death.

It was finally noon that Qin Mu and Shuran ordered a meal at KFC opposite him. The taste was incomparable to Ningcheng's pirated McKenzie, and the price was even cheaper than Ningcheng. If it weren't for the only one store like Ningcheng, it wouldn't have allowed the other party to raise the price so arrogantly.

When he returned to the hotel, he knocked on Honglian's door. Grandma Hong said that he didn't want to eat, saying that he had reached the fasting stage and could only absorb the essence of the sun and the moon. Grandma Hong's nonsense words made Qin Mu's eyes twitch. When he thought about it carefully, Grandma Hong seemed that he didn't eat much along the way. Occasionally, he just tasted it lightly, and chopsticks fell off a few chopsticks, but no matter whether she ate or not, Qin Mu still forced her to give her a chicken leg and went to become a otakus with Shuran.

After lunch, I just fell asleep. A sound that made me blush and beating sound came from next door. This sound was often heard at Xiao Wang's house before Qin Mu's two neighbors moved out. Naturally, I knew what it was and got used to it. To be honest, the two guys were not as excited as Xiao Wang's house. Qin Mu turned over and planned to continue sleeping.

But Shu Ran didn't seem to get used to it. His face turned red to the base of his neck, he sat up and began to recite scriptures.

Qin Mu was able to endure that sound was completely influenced by the Xiao Wang family for several years. Under such influence, even if he was by his side, he would probably fall asleep. But the sound of chanting scriptures was so relieved that he couldn't bear it. After turning around on the bed several times, Qin Mu narrowed his eyes and shouted to the monk: "Stop chanting, okay? It's like a tight spell, which makes people feel upset."

"Amitabha, you are not Wukong, why are you having a headache?"

"Can I not have a headache like a green-headed fly? Be good, you have to be a monk who is good at tolerance, instead of using chanting scriptures to disperse it," Qin Mu had a mysterious smile on his lips. Looking at the monk's red head, Qin Mu smiled and said, "Did you have any physical reaction when you listen to these sounds?"

The answer to Qin Mu was a big white pillow. The monk turned his back to Qin Mu meditated, but as Qin Mu said, he began to use his body to resist the sounds of the outside world and stopped chanting scriptures. But judging from the heavy breathing of this guy, it seemed unbearable.

The pair of wild mandarin ducks next door were long enough, and they lasted for more than two hours but couldn't stop. They really couldn't see that, with such a thin body, if it weren't for some moral damage, Qin Mu would really want to use his spiritual power to find out if these two naughty kids were watching national blockbusters. What they couldn't stop for a long time should be the sound of the movie.

"Monk, monk." Qin Mu shouted curiously wrapped around the quilt. The monk did not look back. He looked at his appearance and was even more unbearable than the two naughty kids calling bald donkeys in front of him. However, Qin Mu's voice was even more unbearable, and he shouted in a very penetrating voice. The monk turned his head helplessly, and the redness on his face was gone. It seemed that he had adapted to such a sound, but he was a little confused. Perhaps because of the disturbance of Wu Jue.

"What are you doing?" the monk turned around and said helplessly. Unexpectedly, Qin Mu's voice was like a demonic sound. If he ignored him, would he plan to keep calling like this?

"Monk, did you have any women before you became a monk?"

Shu Ran blushed to the base of his neck, looked at Qin Mu with a curious look, and was stunned for a moment, and said with a Buddha's name: "I was raised by my master since I was a child."

"That's you still a virgin?" Qin Mu smiled and looked extremely vulgar.

The monk was so alert that he looked at Qin Mu vigilantly: "What do you want to do?"

Looking at the monk covering his chest with a vigilant look, as if he was afraid of being a bad guy or something, Qin Mu drew three black lines on his forehead: "You are thinking too much, I'm not interested in you, I'll do it for you?"

"What's that?"

"Do you have good luck with love!"

"My master said, no." The monk's eyes dodged, as if something was hiding.

"Oh, let's do it, you won't suffer any loss," Qin Mu didn't bother to pay attention to the monk's wrist, so he reached out and grabbed the monk's left hand, glanced casually, his eyes suddenly widened. When the monk tried to refuse, he grabbed the monk's wrist. At this time, Qin Mu could actually see his past and present life at the monk's wrist... That's...

"I said when are you going to have supper? I'll starve to death at noon..." Honglian suddenly pushed the door and the two kept holding hands. No, Qin Mu held the monk's hand tightly and climbed onto the monk's bed. I didn't know what he wanted. The monk half pushed and half slapped his shoulders and half exposed. The two of them pressed each other ambiguously... Of course, it was Qin Mu who grabbed the monk's hand and looked at him. However, this picture changed in Honglian's mind.

"I didn't see, I didn't see anything!" Honglian closed the door with a "bang". Qin Mu and the monk looked at each other. The monk was stunned for a moment, as if he had thought of something. He knocked Qin Mu's hand off with a "splash". The atmosphere between the two became a little awkward because of Honglian's sudden entry. He sat on the bed and stared at him with big eyes.

No, Qin Mu suddenly thought, isn’t this door locked? How could Honglian push the door and enter?

Just as he was thinking about this, the door opened with a "bang", and Honglian, who was full of blood and blue, headed straight for Qin Mu: "I said why is such a good girl like Sikong Lu pestering you all day long and not tempted by you. It turns out that you are so good! You said this earlier! Sikong Lu can't do it, Sikong Wenzheng can do it too!"

Qin Mu drew three black lines on his forehead. What is Sikong Wenzheng? Is it okay? After I go back, I must let Honglian be farther away from Sikong Lu, be a good attendant, and read those messy comics and novels all day long. What are the twisted appearances?

"Ahem," Qin Mu coughed twice, cleared his throat, and glanced at the monk who was still confused: "Let's go out for dinner."

The place where the meal was still KFC opposite. Why? Because Qin Mu said that he had never eaten authentic ones since he was so old, so he ate it this time. Honglian felt sad and ordered an extra chicken leg for Qin Mu after the meal. Of course, Qin Mu was still paying for it.
Chapter completed!