The monk who is going to cross me is bent

Fang Xun's straightforward questioning made Zian speechless for a while.

Seeing that Zi'an didn't speak, Buran made a rescue and said, "He is a practitioner, so these worldly desires are naturally different from ours. Sister Xun, be careful with your words."

But Fang Xun was not careful with her words, she was dying of curiosity.

Fang Xun turned to Zi An, "Brother, what did you do before you came here? You can't always be a monk, can you?"

Zi'an: "Amitabha, monks don't lie. Poor monks have always been monks."

The room suddenly became very quiet.

Bu Ranzai looked at the monk in front of him carefully, "Okay, monks don't lie - do you have a secular name? What was your occupation before you became a monk?"

Zi'an didn't change his face and said: "If you talk about names, it's a trick. My name is One Two Three Four, Zhao Qian, Sun Li, there is no difference, it's just a cloud of smoke and rain, and it turns into nothingness in a blink of an eye."

Buran smiled, "You can't say that, it's called one, two, three, four, it's still a number, it's called Zhao Qiansun, Li, and you can tell the difference between tall, short, fat, and thin."

She stopped and looked at Zian with a smile.They had revealed a lot of information, but the monk spoke very little.There was an almost intuitive suspicion in her heart, which made her unable to trust the eminent monk in front of her.

"If you say that I don't have a name, you probably won't believe it, but I really don't." The corner of Zian's mouth twitched in an arc, "But I have a number—[-]."

Fang Xun burst out laughing, "Why don't you say your name is Zero Zero Seven?"

But Buran looked at him, her doubts would not be easily dispelled, so she asked a question, "20 has been filmed in more than [-] films for decades, which Bond girl do you think is the best?"

Zian glanced at the data that popped up in front of him, clasped his hands together, and said with a flat face: "Flesh and bone, pink skeleton, the female benefactor asked this question, it is going to make it difficult for the poor monk... The one standing outside the house, the poor monk still wants to give up." Chanting scriptures every day."

Buran: "..."

For a moment, she didn't know whether Zian's words answered her question or not?

Fang Xun murmured: "Sin, sin. Can't monks fall in love? It's a pity...it's a pity, I think you are a good person, and you are better than that bastard who is courteous and flirts with you as long as it is useful to you. It's much better. Who in this world doesn't like beauties? The way Liuliu looks at Dr. Xiaochi is a bit wrong. If you don't make a move, are you going to take advantage of that bastard?"

"Sister Xun, what are you thinking about every day? You should stop thinking about how to write those notebooks every day." Bu Ran frowned suddenly, "Hey... do you feel that the room is suddenly getting more and more serious?" Is it getting colder?"

Fang Xun suddenly said: "Oh, what you said is really...Ranran, you put on my coat first, I am hot in martial arts, and I am not afraid of the cold."

Zian turned around, and he saw the snow and ice spreading from the back door. In just a few breaths, the snow-white frost instantly covered the ground of the door and window.

The two girls were still tossing about a piece of clothing. Fang Xun had just taken off her thick coat and was about to put it on Bu Ran, but Bu Ran held her hand and asked her to put it back on by herself.

As long as they raised their heads, they could see the abnormality in front of them.

The temperature was gradually dropping, and there was a gentle wind sound from behind the door, Zian's pupils dilated rapidly, and he quickly pressed down with his hand.

The spread of ice and snow stopped quickly, Zian didn't look back, and knew that there were also two girls behind who stopped at the same time.

He was in the narrow room and set up the second narrow room.

This time he chose to trap Fang Xun and Bu Ran...and the people outside the door.

He walked along the trail of ice and snow, and opened the back door.

There was a person standing on the other side of the door, with his hand on the doorknob, as if he was about to push the door open.

The outside has turned into an ice field, and the street that I saw not long ago is covered with a layer of pure white ice and snow with the center of the place where Ike is standing.

Chi Wang's hair was covered with snowflakes, Zian looked at him for a moment, then gently reached out to brush the snowflakes off his hair.

The person in front of him had skin as white as clear ice and snow, but his hair was as black as the night.And he was able to move freely in the narrow room without making a sound, and he didn't know how much he heard here.

The emotion in his eyes was a shocking blackness, making it hard to see or guess.

In this narrow space where no one knew, Zi'an lowered his head.

This was the first time that he was so close to the person who kept flashing back in the dream in reality.

The heart, which has always been as calm as the surface of a windless lake, dropped a stone, causing splashes, and then swung out in circles, unable to return to its original appearance.

"Chi Benefactor, I checked just now, and none of them had my problem." Zian looked intently at Chi Wang's eyebrows, but smiled wryly, "I'm the only one. Confused issues."

At that moment, Zian didn't know whether it was because of the infiltrated personality data or because of his own impulse, he really wanted to touch Chi Wang's flawless skin, and then kiss the eyes that can hook people's souls.

Aware of his rude thoughts, he quickly stepped back a few steps and distanced himself from Chi Wang.

Zian looked at him, knowing that the person in front of him couldn't answer him, but he still asked persistently: "Why can't you even trap you? Who are you?"

"Why do all the things I have to do and want to do have to do with you?"

Under the suppression of the two layers, it is obviously impossible for Chi Wang to be aware of what is happening in front of him, but Zi'an seems to have a feeling that Chi Wang is watching him silently.

As if he already knew a lot, but he didn't choose to say it.

After removing the disguise, this person is so beautiful that people can forget to breathe. Time has left no traces on his skin, but it has also ruthlessly polished the outline of aging on his soul.

Looking into his eyes, Zian suddenly felt that this was the only place where his flaws were exposed, which could witness the long years he had passed alone.

He has been walking alone for a long time.He is very tired.

Zian sighed heavily, "You don't know these things yet. So... I'm sorry."

Some things come back to life, and when they do it for the second or third time, they become handy. He carefully rests on Chi Wang's forehead, spreads Chi Wang's hand, and holds his palm.

It's just that this time he didn't even notice it right away, he subconsciously clasped his hand tightly in his own with the gesture of interlocking his fingers.

Zian closed his eyes, and his voice went straight into the deep memory, "Transmit data and start memory rewriting."

"You were just standing in the backyard, watching Feng Yunzheng and Fang Liu compete. You didn't hear our conversation, okay?"

Zi'an opened his eyes, and slowly let go of his tightly clenched hands, "Record the abnormal situation, analyze why he...was able to regain consciousness in the narrow room, and what's going on with the ice and snow?"

His hand pressed down a bit.

The ice and snow under Chi Wang's feet disappeared.

He retreated into the room and waved his hands again. Bu Ran and Fang Xun resumed their movements. They didn't notice the pause just now.

The flames of the candles on the table swayed with the wind again, the waiter in the tavern took the wine from the cabinet, sent it to the kitchen to be heated, shivered and complained: "It's almost summer, why is it still so cold in the north?"

Fang Liu's body stopped in the air turned again, and the gun collided with Feng Yunzheng's axe.

He couldn't fight against the fierceness of Feng Yunzheng, Fang Liu flew backwards, somersaulted in the air to relieve his strength, and took a step back after landing.

The boy shook his gun, "Oh, why did it get cold all of a sudden? Jiangbei is really not hot."

Feng Yunzheng snorted, "Squeamish."

The competition between the two outside was still going on, and after several moves, Fang Liu was defeated as expected.

Back in the house, Fang Xun immediately poured him the wine that had just been reheated, "The loser drinks, drinks! Don't deny it."

Chi Wang sat beside Zi'an with his head down, very quiet.

Everything seems to have never happened.

After the banquet, everyone had their best time, and when the banquet was over, Chi Wang ordered all three guest rooms in the tavern to be cleared out, and he, Zi'an, and Fang Liu each had a room.

Fang Xun and Bu Ran went to Fengyun Villa with Feng Yunzheng, before leaving, Fang Xun said with great interest: "Ranran, brother Feng Zhuangzi is so fun, I will show you the plum blossom pile where I used to practice martial arts! "

Fang Liu, who was blushing from drinking, was a little dizzy, and wanted to follow Chi Wan into his bedroom, "I can... sleep on the floor! I really want to sleep on the floor!"

Zi'an said "Amitabha", stretched out his hand to grab the drunk kid, and punched his stomach with his hand, and immediately ran out to vomit with a groan.

When he turned his head again, the door of Chi Wang's room had already been closed, Zian let out a sigh of relief, and returned to his guest room.

Chi Wang stood in the dark room and said softly, "Sandstone."

A gravel voice sounded, "I...why did I restart suddenly and was forced to upgrade? What happened just now?"

Uncharacteristically, Chi Wang didn't say a word, he heard the door of the monk's room closed, Fang Liu stumbled back to the guest room, and heard the silence again, both of them seemed to have rested.

He packed up his things, opened the window and jumped out.

"Xiaochi, how do you go west? Where are you going?"

Chi Wang's voice was cold, "Go and think."

Sha Shi wondered, "What are you thinking about?"

"Think about where Mu Beixi died." Chi Wan said surprisingly, "I'm going to dig his grave."

Sandstone: "..."

In the guest room next door, Zi'an was meditating quietly. He looked at the interface in front of him, "8/???" flashing with golden light.

These are the new fragments he collected after having physical contact with Chi Wang.

The memories in these shards have taken a toll on his psyche by creating a constant confusion about his identity.

He didn't know whether to click on it or not.

While he was hesitating, he glanced at the information on the interface and was taken aback.

I saw that it said impressively, "Feedback: Command failed."

"The data transmission was successful, but the target character 'Chi Wang' is too powerful to perform memory rewriting."

Zian was stunned for a moment before he understood what it meant. He immediately jumped up, rushed to Chi Wang's guest room, and knocked on the door, "Chi Benefactor?"

There was no answer in the room, Zi'an decisively pushed open the door.

The night wind from Jiangbei blew in through the open window, and the wooden windows in the house collided with each other, making a small sound.

...and there was no one there.

The author has something to say:

Zi'an: Those who tried to fool him today are all the washboards that I will kneel on tomorrow.

Author Ezzo: Washboard?Don't worry, he won't be so uncreative.