[Comprehensive] Demon Girl's Handwritten Note

Wu Hua has always been perfect in his work, and a table of vegetarian dishes allowed him to make thousands of tricks, as if it was not just vegetarian dishes, but a kind of exquisite art.

Shi Guanyin was really satisfied with this vegetarian meal, and she was also very satisfied with the Wuhua who made the vegetarian meal, and she suddenly became amiable.

Shi Guanyin took out a beautiful handkerchief, and carefully wiped her hand, which was carved from beautiful jade, with a lazy expression, "I heard that your brother has become the leader of the beggar gang?"

finally come!Wuhua thought of this in her heart.

Based on Wuhua's understanding of his mother, she would never come to help her son because she found out that she was in trouble. If she really did, it must be for another purpose, or...or He has other uses.

Sure enough, Shi Guanyin mentioned Nangong Ling who had met him not long ago but had become the leader of the Beggar Gang with his help—his, younger brother.

Wu Hua lowered his head and closed his eyes, his long eyelashes resting on his eyelids like butterflies, he spoke with a clear and pleasant voice, "Well, Xiao Ling has become the leader of the Beggars' Sect not long ago."

"This is very good." Shi Guanyin said a rare compliment, "Tomorrow you and I will meet your brother, I have something to tell him."

"Yes!" Wuhua readily agreed.

He clearly knew the uselessness of family affection, but he still longed for the closeness of his mother deep in his heart.

How stupid!He mocked himself like this in his heart.

……

Early the next morning, when the sun was just rising, Wu Hua had already bid farewell to Master Tianfeng, the abbot of Putian Shaolin.

After Wuhua explained his intention, Master Tianfeng just gave him a complicated look, and then let him go smoothly.

Wuhua pretended to be nonchalant, saluted Master Tianfeng as usual, turned and left.

Outside the Shaolin Temple, Shi Guanyin was already standing with an umbrella, and her graceful figure attracted the little novice monk who came out of the temple to sweep the floor.

Just when the little novice was about to strike up a conversation, Wu Hua left the temple gate with the Buddhist beads.

The dim light of the morning sun hit him, reflecting his tall figure and handsome face, which made Shi Guanyin, who had admired countless beauties, in a trance for a moment.

Wuhua walked up to her and bowed to her: "Mother."

Shi Guanyin nodded, her expression reserved and arrogant.

With a smile on her face, Wuhua said, "Thank you, mother, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Shi Guanyin frowned, "Don't call me mother when you're out, just call me Li Qi."

Wuhua followed the good advice, and changed her words very naturally: "Miss Li Qi."

"Let's go!" Li Qi took the lead into the luxury carriage that had been waiting for a long time behind him.

Wuhua bowed her head and recited a Buddhist mantra, with a devout look on her face, she couldn't see the darkness in his heart and the blood stained on his hands at all.

Just as Wuhua lifted the curtain of the carriage and was about to enter, Shi Guanyin's voice came out: "You sit outside."

Outside?Wuhua's usually calm and calm face twisted for a moment, and he confirmed it again to the people in the car in disbelief: "Mother said I'm going outside?"

Shi Guanyin's voice came from inside the car with a smile on his face: "Yes, you heard that right, you sit outside, and there happens to be a coachman missing in the car."

Wu Hua took a deep breath and pretended not to understand: "I'll find an experienced coachman right now. Mother will wait a moment, and my son will come back as soon as he goes."

Wu Hua considers himself a person who has high demands on the quality of life, he pursues perfection everywhere, and cannot bear the fact that one day he will force himself to be a lowly and dirty coachman, driving a carriage through the wind and dust!

Shi Guanyin chuckled lightly, but he wasn't forcing him.Because she herself can't stand a beauty with outstanding color turning into a slovenly appearance.

In fact, Shi Guanyin had already arranged for a coachman, but just to tease this beautiful son who seemed to be always handsome, she asked the coachman to wait for the summons at the foot of the Shaolin Temple.

Shi Guanyin lifted the curtain, stretched out his hand to grab, and grabbed the son who was about to leave in fright into the carriage.

Wuhua only felt a strong internal force attacking him, and he subconsciously resisted this internal force, but unexpectedly, he was easily grabbed into the carriage.

Wuhua was terrified in her heart.

He is already a rare genius, and he also learned the top skills in Shaolin Temple. He has a solid foundation in martial arts and powerful internal strength. He is a top first-class master in the Jianghu.But he is still easily restrained now, how strong should Shi Guanyin be?

The interior of the carriage is decorated so warmly and comfortably that it makes people feel lazy unconsciously.

Shi Guanyin is now lying in this comfortable carriage, lazily holding a crystal clear purple jade grape.She looked up at this cheap son, "Find a place to sit down!"

Wuhua frowned, lifted her monk's robe and sat down, never mentioning the coachman.

Shi Guanyin snapped his fingers, and his internal energy was like an invisible whip on the horse pulling the cart.

The horses galloped as if frightened.After a while, we arrived at the foot of the mountain.

The coachman on standby at the foot of the mountain also has good skills.He watched the galloping horse rushing towards him, and suddenly blew a whistle. The horse received instructions and gradually got rid of the out-of-control state. The coachman quickly reined the horse and quickly controlled the situation.

The coachman bowed respectfully to the people in the carriage, "Your Majesty, Your Excellency."

Shi Guanyin's unrecognizable voice came from inside the car: "Okay, you will be driving the next carriage, and you must reach the main altar of the Beggar Gang as quickly as possible."

"Yes, ma'am."

……

Dusk has come, and the afterglow of the setting sun has gradually disappeared.

Nangong Ling finished her day's affairs and was about to step into the room to rest.

Suddenly, his foot hit the door.He carefully pulled out the wooden hairpin on the bun, and moved cautiously, "Who is in my room?"

A woman's chuckle reached his ears: "Little Ling is really cute!"

Nangong Ling's expression still did not relax: "Who are you?"

The woman's chuckle sounded again: "If I said, I am your mother, would you believe it?"

Nangong Ling's sharp eyebrows frowned even deeper: "Tell me, who are you!"

The woman's voice is young and energetic.The one with such a voice must be a young and beautiful girl, such a girl is now said to be his mother, what a joke!

"Xiao Ling said that, mother is very sad!" The young female voice rang in his ears again.

Suddenly, another voice that he was very familiar with came out of his room: "Mother, please stop joking."

At the beginning, the appearance of this voice revealed the darkness hidden under his happy life, but it also brought him the bond of blood.

This is his elder brother, Wu Hua, who is known as the Seven Wonderful Monks.

But now, this voice was full of helplessness talking to that woman, and even shouted that unbelievable name to the person he guessed was a young woman.

The candles in the room were gradually lit, revealing the true face of the speaker.

One is the seven wonderful monks who are highly respected by the outside world, and the other is a beauty he has never seen before.

The beauty propped her head up and smiled at him: "It's our first meeting, Xiao Ling."

Nangong Ling looked at his elder brother with a questioning look.

His elder brother always looked like the wind and the moon, but at this moment he just lowered his head and lowered his eyes, and said something unbelievable in a calm tone: "This is our mother, Shi Guanyin."

Nangong Ling: "..."

At this moment, Nangong Ling's heart was blank. He stood there with a dazed face, unable to react for a while.

"Does Xiao Ling not believe me?" The woman on the side feared that the world would not be chaotic, and accused Nangong Ling of not trusting her in a coquettish tone.

"Ah no," he subconsciously denied, then lowered his head and called out, "Mother."

The author has something to say:

Nangong Ling: Who will save my heart that has collapsed countless times in one night! ! !

Shi Guanyin: Xiaoling is not good like this (smiling)

Wuhua: ... bowed his head and remained silent

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