The most miserable host of Kuai Chuan is none other than me

"Little cabbage, ground yellow."

"I lost my mother at the age of two or three." Zuo Chong, who was looking at the cookbook, sang, with a messy honeycomb head.The dark circles under his eyes were palpitating on his fair skin.

A crooked little body leaned against the door frame of the kitchen, and when he heard the singing, his expression froze instantly.

The miserable singing made the baby sucking on the pacifier burst into tears, and when Zuo Chong skillfully raised his right hand, he was about to put on the earplugs.

The crying behind him stopped abruptly, and he turned his head to look over.The little dumpling with the same messy hair style as he was holding a roll of duct tape.

He glued the child's mouth tightly, and threatened fiercely: "Don't cry, it's very annoying. Wo Mama is going to sleep in the morning."

"Wooooow." The child's tears were like broken pearls.

The brat wielding the duct tape didn't feel sorry for others at all. Holding the smiling little Wangzai doll in his hand, he sat down on the ground to play with the little train.

"Don't look at me anymore, go play with our baby." Zuo Chong helplessly bent one long leg and squatted down.

The person who gave birth to the baby was Lu Weiyang's little genius, but the one who raised the baby was him, a hard-working social elite!

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[Welcome to the fairy world, please complete this small task as soon as possible. 】The system sweated in his heart.

That son is really the precious son of these two people, but who made them trigger the buy one get one free service?

Having trouble reloading this copy?is it the problem?

There is no problem at all, Lu Weiyang himself is willing, and it has nothing to do with his humble system.

"I've inquired about it, and he said that his junior was punished to stand again last night."

"Let's go and see him, he won't be eaten by the tiger on the mountain."

The delicate girl's voice came from far and near, and the light footsteps made the sleeping people unprepared. The boy in white fell asleep on the stone statue.

The rising sun and the endless noise seemed to have nothing to do with him at all. The only thing that could wake up this good-for-nothing boy was the smell of food.

The girl living in the temple also knew this, opened the fragrant rice basket, took out a plate of dumplings, and put it next to the sleeping man's nose.

Almost at the same time, the little monk, dressed in a simple daughter-in-law, opened his bright and big eyes instantly, and praised: "It smells so good!"

The girl smiled slightly, and pretended to be unwilling to mutter: "That's what Rongmao begged for a long time before making it for me. Your abbot here is still firmly opposed to bringing pork up the mountain."

"Ah?" Lu Weiyang touched the top of Guangguang's head but couldn't react, his neck was too stiff.

Like a straight branch twisted, the memory in his mind told him that he was the young monk in this temple.

He knocked over his job last night, was punished by the abbot, and slept all night in the back mountain. His favorite food was pork dumplings.

There is a pair of bright and big eyes, but unfortunately he can't see anything.He stretched out his hand and swayed in the dark sight, which was still endless darkness.

Subconsciously, he is a blind man, a young monk who has been sent to the temple by kind people for 16 years without father or mother.

He groped, and suddenly his palms felt slightly warm.He hastily apologized: "Girl offended, the monk's eyes are not very convenient..."

"Hmph, I really hate your serious look. Look at you, you like to eat meat, and you suffer from eye diseases. How do you look like a monk?"

Lu Weiyang couldn't see the girl in front of him clearly, nor could he see his own appearance.I vaguely remember in my mind: Brothers from the same school are like avoiding snakes and scorpions when they see him, and they hate him.

He is quiet by nature.

It's not that they offended them in other places, I'm afraid it's just ugly and disgusting.

"Little monk, you don't look very happy today." The girl in front of her pinched his face, relying on his eyes to see clearly, always belittle him...

The little monk backed away again and again, opening the distance between the two of them: "Girl, please respect yourself."

"Hey, you don't know yet. Your name is not in this temple. Your abbot has already betrothed you to my lady." The maidservant of the Sun family laughed lowly.

The little monk blushed most of the time in anxiety, and refused falteringly: "You...don't talk nonsense...you're just a little monk."

"You... why do you like this girl? Did you wrong me?"

The maid looked at her young lady, with a body shape of 180 catties, and a flower-like appearance, with an ugly mouth that was furious.He rolled his eyes in disbelief, "Yes, my young lady is as beautiful as a flower. It's just that she didn't go back to the mansion. If she goes back to the mansion, the person who proposes marriage will break the threshold of Sun's mansion. It's your turn?"

Sun Xue was so overwhelmed by the praise that she presumably forgot that this was not the Tang Dynasty where fat was considered beautiful, so she smugly blew nonsense: "I will ask daddy for instructions tomorrow and take you home."

Take him home quickly so I can make a little chance.

The maidservant with a sluggish face was screaming up to the sky in her heart, watching the eldest lady put a fat pig's hand on Lu Weiyang's shoulder, a million horses galloped past in her heart.

"What are you hiding, let this lady kiss you and die of grievance."

The little monk was still immersed in the harsh sound of bowls being smashed, but suddenly he was pulled over by a pair of powerful hands, pinching his chin unceremoniously...

No matter how pure he was, he knew what he might face next.

While dodging, the woman was angered.After being slapped several times, it seemed as if the marks of five fingers were honestly growing on it.

The soreness ran down the mouth, and a small stream of blood slipped out, dripping on the bluestone board.

Mu Mu hurried up and hugged Sun Xue's barrel-like waist, dragging her backwards, "Miss, why don't we go first, after all, it would not be good for the master to know about this matter."

Sun Xue is a talented person, and she will be twenty-nine this year.Last year, a scholar was killed, and his life was paid.His father sent her to the temple because he wanted to get rid of her hostility.As a result, Sun Xue has her eyes on the handsome little monk in the temple who doesn't like to talk.

Coincidentally, the monk in this temple is not a good guy.

Coveting the Sun family's money, he bought the little monk for only ten taels of silver.

On the way home, they met the injured son of the demon clan, that is, Jiang Ge, and the two began a sweet and desperate love journey.

Before that, Mumu must keep the little monk's chastity.

"Ding, ding, ding." Sun Xue shook the bracelet on her hand, and the crisp sound made Lu Weiyang curl up behind the stone in fright.

Sun Xue: "Don't worry about my husband, you will be mine sooner or later."

"Miss, let's go quickly, the carriage will come down the mountain later." Mu Mu quickly pulled away the young lady whose arms were as thick as hams, and let the little monk take a break.

"Papa papa." Dou Da's tears dripped on the back of his hand, the little monk drooped his eyelashes, listening to the movement around him.

A slightly louder sound of falling leaves could make him tremble, and he had already begun to acquiesce in his heart.

He is an ugly monk who always eats Miss Sun's pork dumplings, which is why people misunderstand him.

After rubbing his hands, his stomach was flattened by hunger, and he touched the hot dumplings on the ground reluctantly.

Regardless of the fact that it was still covered with dust, he stuffed it into his mouth and shook his head in aggrieved manner.For a long time, with his hands on his knees, he walked crookedly towards the temple,

"You're back? Did you steal dumplings again!" The person sweeping the fallen leaves at the door was his senior brother, who was usually fierce.

He poked his finger on his shoulder: "Did I tell you that monks can't eat meat dumplings!" The voice was rough.

Looking at the silent little monk, he glanced at the wound on his face and sighed, "Forget it, you can eat whatever you want in the future."

"Senior brother~" Lu Weiyang cried out a long, numb voice, and showed his senior brother pitifully his bloody fingers.

"This! It's so lawless! She even hit you?"

The senior brother stopped sweeping the floor and looked at the scratches on his fingers distressedly.

Hit is hit.

Lu Weiyang nodded.

But he couldn't see only a little wound on his face, it just hurt a lot.The ones in his hand were made by himself for eating dumplings.

So, he shook his head again.

"Then did Miss Sun hit you or not?" Hearing the rustling sounds and small movements at his feet, the senior brother should have picked up the broom.

night.

The little monk was stuffed into a sack and transported into a moving thing.

"Help." With a long white rope tied around his mouth, he couldn't say a word, he could only hum in a low voice.

"Hmph, this little monk still cost me so much money, I have to send it to Huamanlou to be trained by the old bustard inside."

"Miss..." You think too much.

Mumu looked at the motionless sack behind him, the corner of his mouth was almost shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

She will soon witness the birth of another couple, how can she not be excited.

The building is full of flowers!Lu Weiyang can hear very little news, but just this word can make him feel like a thunderbolt.

The people at the bottom of the mountain are all soft-hearted heartless people, they pick on such a deceitful person to cheat, eat and clean up, and then leave...

"Prince, why is there a small sedan chair there?"

"Tsk tsk, it's said that the group of old monks in the temple are proficient in some kind of fairy art. I think it's just a lot of deceit. How can the fairy art compare with the fairy king in the nine heavens?"

A few young men muttered behind a man with dark eyes, without breaking his imagination, they squatted behind a big tree and carefully recalled the experience of going down to earth.

He is the only son of Mozun, and his father suffered a disadvantage in Qing Jie, so he sent him directly to the mortal world.Suffering from that love, go back and continue to be the son of the cold-blooded and ruthless demon king.

"Your Highness, the wind shelter beads we are going to take are not here, but in our ghost market."

The little boy wearing a black mask took office on the first day today, and he kindly stepped forward to remind him, but was knocked to the ground by the palm of the man with long black hair.

Feeling restless, since he returned to the Demon Realm, he missed the person in the mortal world more and more.

That person was a vague outline, he couldn't even remember every bit of what happened between the two of them, but his friendship with that person grew day by day.