Everyone read the script except me [Transmigration Book]

The girl was still in a daze, Yan Wujiu actually asked someone to count her marriage, he couldn't help thinking about the possible hints in his words.But Yan Wujiu jumped over the artificial barrier she set up in an instant and disappeared into the crowd.

"Miss, people ran away again." They, none of them would really dare to stop the notorious Yan Wujiu.

The girl snorted unhappily, and stomped her feet, as if she had sprained her feet in the slightest.

Thinking of the words of that color blank, she stood still and looked, and she saw a figure in a light blue and white monk's robe approaching, without looking sideways, walking straight in front of them.

"Master, wait a moment, just now the person asked you to calculate the marriage for me. If you calculate well, I will ask him to build a temple for you." Why did Yan Wujiu build the temple for her when the calculation was good?The girl's mind is subtle and clever.

Fen Lian stopped in her tracks and looked sideways.

That look could not be called eagle-eyed-wolf-gu, but instead, his eyes were empty and dull, without sharpness.

Perhaps it was because the contours of that face were too sharp and sharp, the browbones were high and protruding, and the eye sockets were deep.

With that casual glance, the person he saw suddenly showed timidity on his face, and his back was slightly cold.

"He has nothing to do with you." After Fen Lian finished speaking lightly, she lifted her foot and continued walking.

The two big men who originally planned to block the way couldn't help but obediently backed away, each of them swallowing nervously in surprise.

Only the girl didn't notice it, and she was so angry that she tore off the veil: "Who asked if you were destined? Who wants to marry him? You stinky men are allowed to go to flower houses to see beautiful women, so I can't stop in the street to flirt with men?" Her eye sockets were reddish.

People all over the street immediately looked back. After all, no matter how tough the folk customs are, there is no lady who openly flirts with men in the street.

Someone in the know immediately whispered, and vaguely heard Yan Wujiu's name, everyone suddenly realized that they were not surprised when they saw it.

After all, it is an anecdote that our lady molested a monk, and it is a daily routine that our lady molested Yan Wujiu.

Some people saw Fen Lian's eyes strangely, thinking that he didn't know where he was going, and they smiled and comforted him.

"It's okay, master. That Mr. Yan is our famous dandy young master. When he was okay, he liked to provoke these arrogant little ladies. But our local girls look delicate and weak, and they are not easy to provoke. He was raped The robbery is the unhappiness of retribution."

"Yes, yes. You can just watch it for fun, and the little girl's family jokes can't be taken seriously. If someone can accept Mr. Yan, it will be a good talk."

Fen Lian looked at the speaker coldly, and the place where her eyes swept over was suddenly silent, puzzled, and then uneasy.

"I don't like this joke. Don't say it in the future." Fen Lian said this to the young lady.

The girl's face was pale, and she was trembling while clutching the veil tightly, as if she had seen an evil spirit.

The ethereal and treacherous voice came from nowhere, and it seemed that she was the only one who could hear it.

"You like him, you pester him, knowing that the stigma falls on him, but you add fuel to the flames. Do you think that this way no one will argue with you?"

... "Miss, what's the matter with you? What are you doing in a daze? Hurry up and catch the carriage and take the lady back to the mansion."

Mammy's voice was very far away, her heart was beating like a drum, her whole body was hot and trembling, and the energy and blood in her whole body were out of her control, as if she was about to burst into sudden death.

Only that dangerous and merciless voice is clear.

"You guys think it's funny, because he's not a good person, so you can do anything to him."

She defended almost subconsciously and weakly: No, he doesn't care, he doesn't care, I, I just...

"I just like it?" The corner of the thin lips raised slightly, "You are not innocent like me, you are all murderers."

Murderer, what murderer?who died

She hadn't lost consciousness yet, and tried her best to keep her dazed eyes open. In her blurred vision soaked in cold sweat, there was only that handsome and evil monk.The man made the Buddhist mudra with his left hand, but he didn't have any sense of compassion and peace. He looked down at her coldly from a high position, as if there were thousands of swords in his eyes, just like the cruel and bloodthirsty evil Buddha in the legend.

It's scary, help... Young Master Yan, help...

The murderous thoughts in Fen Lian's mind disappeared instantly when he heard those three words, and his chaotic and distorted vision regained clarity.

He forgot and started all over again.That person is still alive, not dead, not killed by them.There is no need for revenge, just watch him well.This time, he will definitely be optimistic about him.

Everyone saw that the eldest lady was so angry at the monk's words that she fell ill, and she held her heart and saw that she was about to take her breath away, and they were all shocked.

But the monk stood there staring at the young lady for a long time, but suddenly turned around and left, without going forward to treat her with enthusiasm.It's really a decline in the world, and people's hearts are not old.Even monks are so merciless.

Everyone pointed, but they didn't know that Fenlian ignored her, and they were already blessed by the Buddha.

……

Yan Wujiu asked the little girl to ask Fenlian for a fortune-telling, but he just wanted to delay for a while, so that he could get some distance away from Fenlian, so that he could walk into a flower house smoothly.

To be honest, although the monk was annoying, he was born with a rare good-looking.He is better than most of the people Yan Wujiu and Yan Wujiu have met together.What's more, if a person is good-looking even with a bald head, then he must be really good-looking without any dead ends.

That girl is a face control, I hope she will be shocked to see Fen Lian, and she will consider changing to Pingci.

It would be even better if the two were lucky enough to see each other right.The monk is obsessed with love, so he has no time to stare at him.Once falling in love will also lower his intelligence, his little notebook of grudges will have a chance to play a role.

But Yan Wujiu didn't know that those passers-by casually mentioned the jokes about him, unintentionally aroused Fenlian's demons, and almost caused a tragedy.

Yan Wujiu, who walked into the flower building smoothly, felt the sky above his head was a little brighter, and he even breathed a lot easier.Only then did he realize that the monk's sense of existence was much stronger than he thought.

Yan Wujiu's expression softened, no matter what, that bald donkey is also a monk, so it is absolutely impossible for him to follow him to this kind of place.

Maybe they will wait at the door, maybe they will go back to Yan's house to wait for him, or maybe they don't know where he went and search all over the world.

In this case, Yan Wujiu plans to rent a room in several flower buildings for a long time, and live in rotation, and will not return to Yan's house for the time being.

The beauties in the flower building were extremely enthusiastic when they saw Yan Wujiu, even though Yan Wujiu's face was expressionless and he didn't look sideways, the places he passed along the way were all soft and seductive witticisms without repetition.

It was unclear for a while who was prostitution.

That's why Yan Wujiu only likes those high-altitude flowers who are less talkative and dismissive of him.

The owner of Hualou knew his preferences, and saluted him reservedly, without saying much: "Who is Mr. Yan looking for today? There are singers who are good at Fusang music and Gaoli music in the building, but they don't understand the language and have a lonely personality. Cleaner..."

It's good to have a language barrier, so that we can look after each other without saying a word, without disturbing each other, and living in peace.

I hate those people who clearly say they are cold and disdainful, but end up disintegrating casually.

Yan Wujiu was about to nod his head, but he saw the boss in front of him suddenly look behind him in surprise.

As if having a premonition, Yan Wujiu turned his head and saw a strange moon-white monk's robe appearing in the courtyard surrounded by a group of Wei Zijiaohong, he was not surprised at all.

Fen Lian stood quietly in the middle of the courtyard, calm and calm, not at all cramped and repulsed by straying into the depths of the flowers.

On the contrary, those beauties who smiled so charmingly and charmingly around them gradually became stiff.One by one, they seem to have parachuted from Pansi Cave to Leiyin Temple, unconsciously pulling up their clothes and restraining their demeanor.The beautiful girl who was waiting to be summoned seemed cautious.

This is of course Yan Wujiu's misunderstanding, Fen Lian doesn't have the holy aura of an eminent monk, and can affect everything wherever he goes.Those girls were simply frozen by the aura around him.

Yan Wujiu stood far away, he couldn't feel it, he just felt angry.

But this time he didn't show any traces, instead he smiled slowly.Those cold and proud eyes turned into clear spring water filled with starlight in a blink of an eye, making people intoxicated.

Fen Lian under the sunlight in the courtyard looked at Yan Wujiu who was smiling under the eaves of the hall.That person was also looking at him, like flying pearls splashing jade, and a hazy and soft floating light diffused around his body.Smile harmlessly and innocently.

It was poisonous honey, the icing on the snow blade.

It is so undisguised and unintentionally false that it can never be obtained.

But he smiled to himself, this should be the first time, and Fen Lian couldn't help but pull the corners of her lips slightly.

Such a long distance, such an arc, is not enough for anyone to discover.

Yan Wujiu looked at Fen Lian and smiled, but said to the restless boss: "No need, this time I have guests to entertain. He is different from me, he likes passionate people. If anyone can make Master happy, Master will drink it every time he drinks it." The next sip of wine, the next sip of meat, I will give that person a pearl. The more the better."

The smile on his brows became more and more gorgeous, but the amber brown pupils looking at Fenlian were clear and cold.

You want to play with me, okay, I will play with you to the end.

"Since the master is so interested in coming here together, how about I treat guests today as an apology for my rude words by the Sishui River?" Yan Wujiu took the initiative to walk towards Fenlian in the middle of the courtyard, and stretched out his hand to him with a smile.

Fen Lian, who had always been calm, suddenly took a small step back on her own initiative, but apart from the still calm and cold background, no emotion could be seen on his face.

Yan Wujiu's outstretched hand towards him naturally paused in mid-air, his smile didn't fade, he just blinked slowly, feeling amused.

This person neither guards against him, nor cares about these fan battles. He is so stable, why does he hide when he stretches out his hand? Is it because he hates him so much that he doesn't want to touch him?still……

Yan Wujiu once again thought of the back view of Fenlian who had the upper hand under the pagoda tree, but hurriedly left.

Is this great monk really afraid of this evil ghost?Take a chance and give it a try.

But at this moment, Yan Wujiu just withdrew his hand indifferently, smiled casually at Fenlian, passed in front of him indifferently, and took the lead to go to the open-air banquet.

In the past, when Yan Wujiu came here, he would choose a quiet private room, or an independent courtyard just for a few people.This kind of stage that is open to everyone at the same time is too lively and noisy.

But today is different, Yan Wujiu didn't come to have fun, he will come no matter what makes the monk feel uncomfortable.

The enthusiastic Hu Xuan dance on the stage is in full swing, the dancer's enchanting waist is constantly twisting and turning, like a grand flower blooming in full bloom, and there are constant voices of applause and rewards from the audience.

Finally, the dance ended, followed by the pipa music as fierce as the iron horse and glacier... All of these things kept arousing the enthusiasm of the guests in the audience.

The aroma of roasted meat and the slight intoxication of mellow wine, under the blessing of overwhelming beauty, are like the hands of a pair of skilled luthiers, constantly touching everyone's heartstrings, making people get lost in joy and enjoyment, forgetting time and themselves , as if you can enjoy this banquet forever.

Yan Wujiu leaned on the back of the chair, there was still a trace of a half-smile on his face.

The beauties at the table, whether serving wine, making fun, or playing and singing, were all arranged by him to go to Fenlian.There are only two peaceful and quiet people around him, and they don't do anything beyond serving wine and serving dishes.

Yan Wujiu's eyelashes drooped, he didn't care about Fenlian who was facing him, he drank the wine leisurely according to his own will.

Whenever this time, even with a little smile, Yan Wujiu always gives people a disheartened and lazy look.Nothing makes him unhappy, but nothing makes him happier, as if he is out of this world and more awake than anyone else.

The wine glass in front of Fen Lian was always full, and he didn't drink it, let alone eat the meat in the bowl.

In fact, after being a vegetarian for a long time, the five senses will become more acute.The smell of meat smelled by other people is just unbearable to him, and there is no such thing as being tempted to break the precept.

If it wasn't for Yan Wujiu being here, Fen Lian, whose face was faintly pale, could hardly bear the unceasing discomfort and was about to leave the banquet.

Yan Wujiu raised his eyes, raised the corners of his lips lightly, and raised the wine bottle in his hand towards Fenlian, with a warm smile in his eyes: "Master doesn't drink the wine they are offering, and I don't want to drink mine either? Could it be that the master is still blaming Wujiu?" Was it rude that day?"

Fen Lian looked at him quietly, her Adam's apple moved slightly, and her right hand picked up the wine bottle handed by the beautiful woman beside her.

The curve of Yan Wujiu's lips deepened, the wine bottle in his hand swayed slightly as if playing with it, Xu Xu leaned towards Fenlian, and without clinking the glass, he arrogantly turned back to his own lips.

While drinking, smiling and harmless eyes looked at Fenlian, as if silently asking and urging.

Ordinary toast, but he drank out a cup of wine, which seemed charming and attractive.

Even wearing intestinal poison and medicine makes people want to try it to see how it tastes.

The wine bottle in Fen Lian's hand moved to her mouth, and as soon as the wine touched her lips, she suddenly stopped.

He smelled a faint powder, and some kind of medicine that made the man lose control of his blood.

Fen Lian's eyes and face immediately changed, and she shot at Yan Wujiu fiercely.

The author has something to say: Jiujiu: What are you looking at me for?I am innocent, why should I give you that drug?When I'm as stupid as you...