Fortune Teller Master

Remember for a second

Yin has a good appetite, and can run the spiritual energy to quickly consume the food in the stomach, so she can eat no matter how much it is. Jiang Wei and Lin Qingyin have known each other for several years. In the nearly one year since the start of school, they basically ate three meals together. Jiang Wei was more familiar with Lin Qingyin's taste than his own.

The things made for Lin Qingyin's taste are more in line with Lin Qingyin's wishes than those bought from outside. But in order to allow Lin Qingyin to taste more concentrated flavors, Jiang Wei did not make much of each serving. When Lin Qingyin was eating heartily, the lunch box was usually finished. Seeing Lin Qingyin's unfinished expression, Jiang Wei always laughed. He handed over a wet wipe, and then added slowly, "If you like it, I'll make it for you next time."

When Lin Qingyin heard the words, she raised her head and looked at Jiang Wei, just into his warm eyes.

Jiang Wei handed over a cup of fruit tea he prepared and smiled slightly: "If you can, in this life and the next life, as long as you like it, I will always make it for you."

Unable to bear, Lin Qingyin buried her face in her knees, and apologetically sent a voice transmission to the little turtle dozens of miles away: "The enemy's offensive is too violent, I can't stand your head!"

The little turtle that was thrown under the pillow: "..."

嘤嘤嘤嘤, Sect Master, you make me so sad!

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While eating and playing, in the evening, the two finally came to the front of the unusual temple.

An old monk was drinking tea at the door, his eyes were looking around the car, and he quickly looked at the clothes of the two, with a satisfied smile on his face: "Two benefactors, do you want to come to the temple and enter the temple? Incense stick."

"I can't think of a temple in such a remote place." Jiang Wei asked solemnly: "I just don't know if this kind of small temple is not effective."

The old monk said immediately: "Naturally it is effective, just go in and worship and you will know."

Lin Qingyin's consciousness fell in the last room in the temple, looking at the black energy gathered on the black-robed sculpture sitting on the high platform, she couldn't help but smile: "Let's go, I was just about to go in and have a look. Woolen cloth!"

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