The time-traveling husband is also comprehensible

Kong Mingfan raised his eyebrows and looked at him, Ding Baocheng pouted his chin to signal Kong Mingfan not to look up at him: "Look, they are showing you a show."

Kong Mingfan looked back at the colorful butterflies that formed various patterns gracefully, and they danced endlessly for a while.

Ding Baocheng finally felt tired, so he leaned on the pillar, yawned and waved his hands: "That's the end of today's show, let's go."

Those butterflies have not been admired by others for many years. They circled the Kongming Banner a few times without much enjoyment, and then slowly left the stage, falling into the flower forest, and the golden light disappeared without a trace.

"Recovered, does it look good?" Ding Baocheng waved his five fingers in front of Kong Mingfan, who was still thinking about it.

"Well, it's very interesting." Kong Mingfan looked at him.

Ding Baocheng smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go, I'll take you to the room to rest. The time here is slower than the outside world. You can rest as long as you want. Don't be polite to me."

Kong Mingfan said: "Are you really here through time travel?"

Ding Baocheng turned his head and smiled: "It doesn't matter if it's true or not, anyway, I'm already here, so I should live with the situation, right?"

Kong Mingfan lowered his eyelashes and said nothing.

Seeing that he was preoccupied, Ding Baocheng said earnestly: "Young people are brighter, and life and death are not big things. You are sad and sentimental every day, and you are easy to grow old."

Kong Mingfan said coolly: "If I am old, I will only exchange for three glasses of wine from Brother Ding. After that, the two will have nothing to do with each other, will they?"

Ding Baocheng didn't expect that he still remembered what he said earlier, so he touched his nose and said, "At worst, you enter Huangquan Road, drink Mengpo soup and reincarnate. Then I will look for you again, and I will be your friend for three generations..."

"You know I don't want friends from the third generation." Kong Mingfan grabbed Ding Baocheng's wrist and looked into his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Since you said you wanted to accompany me for the third generation, remember these words carefully. I forgot about you." Also remember."

Ding Baocheng was a little embarrassed by his sudden seriousness, he twitched his arms and said, "If you don't want to be friends, can you be a Taoist partner? Then you may not be reborn in this void in the next life. If you go to other worlds, I have to Do everything you can to break the dimensional wall..."

Kong Mingfan listened to his nonsense with a cold face, and when he had nothing to say, he said calmly: "You are mine, you can't go anywhere."

Ding Baocheng's heart was moved by his blunt words, but at the same time his heart was full of alarm bells, and he hurriedly said: "Brother Kong, don't get me wrong, I'm telling you the truth just to let you know that I'm just an imposter. Replacement! I am Ding Baocheng, not the real Ding Dabao..."

Kong Mingfan frowned when he heard the words, trapped him in the wall and said: "Madam is so anxious to get rid of me?"

"I..." Ding Baocheng was very distressed. He didn't know what he was thinking. A promise to someone in this life and the next life is equivalent to binding love. The degree is normal.

Kong Mingfan's eyes showed a bit of pain, and he turned and entered the house.

"Our outlook on life is different." Ding Baocheng planned to reason with him in the past: "To be honest, I don't really approve of flash marriages. You can see how many painful precedents in the world have proved that flash marriages are mostly be's. Besides, , For us ascetics, the relationship between Taoist couples is also a relationship of helping each other. To put it bluntly, they are partners. If you are emotional, you lose. I never thought about this kind of thing. Once a monk is tempted, he will The road of cultivation is over. My master said this, and I think it is right. So..."

Kong Mingfan stared at him: "Continue."

Ding Baocheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, and he planned to finish his cruel words in one breath to make him die as well as himself: "So, you can play with me if you want to, but you can't be emotional."

--Depend on!What can I play? !Who are you insulting...Although Pindao is really reluctant to part with the road of cultivation, and he really likes his good health...

As soon as Ding Baocheng's words came to his mind, thousands of grass and mud horses galloped out. Not only was Kong Mingfan furious, but he wanted to slap himself a few times:

——Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable Mingjian, Pindao didn't want to say this...

Kong Mingfan gritted his teeth and watched him for a while before saying two words: "Very good."

Ding Baocheng: "Okay...what's the matter?"

Kong Mingfan was caught off guard and pressed him under him, and said in a hoarse voice: "Can you play with others like this?"

Ding Baocheng's complexion was particularly bright in an instant: "Of course not!"

Kong Mingfan narrowed his eyes: "Then why can you just follow me?"

Ding Baocheng was dumbfounded and didn't know what to say, because he really didn't know why, he pushed him away and stood up, tidied up his loose clothes and said in a panic: "You pretend I didn't make a decision... I still have to take a step ahead!"

After he finished speaking, he fled in a panic with the basket of tattered artifacts on his back.

Ding Baocheng sat under the peach tree and tempered the spirit wood sap with real fire while feeling deeply saddened. He deeply felt that his brain must be broken to say such stupid words.

He chanted the Restoration Charm, and in a state of confusion, he casually picked up a bronze horn cup that had been broken in half and put it in the floating spell bubble filled with peach tree latex.

As a result, the edge of the horn cup was too sharp, and Ding Baocheng cut his finger without paying attention.The latex made of tree sap turned from milky white to light pink in an instant when blood was added to it.

"It's over..." Ding Baocheng held his forehead. He was dizzy after working all night, and he really didn't have the energy to make another pot. He took a look at the horn cup from the magic bubble, "Huh?"

The bronze horn cup has been restored intact, even better than imagined, even the broken edges can't be seen, this is unscientific.

He secretly said: "Could it be possible that the blood-tainted milk of the spirit tree can still be used? But, why didn't I find it before?"