Food does not taste good.
Mr. Ye, who used to be able to eat three bowls of rice with braised pork, has no appetite at all these days.
Don't want to eat anything.
Even when I was sleeping, I was tossing and turning and couldn't fall asleep.
As long as you close your eyes, you can seem to see Huikong dying. ??
Huikong's past voices seemed to appear in his ears.
Others see it, but don’t know what to do.
They couldn't even tell whether Ye Qingyun's decadent look at this moment was just an act or if it was real.
Ye Qingyun stared blankly at the sky, lost in thought.
His eyes were unfocused.
There was nothing going on in my head.
Just wandering in a fuzzy state.
To put it bluntly, I was in a daze.
Only when he was in a daze would Ye Qingyun feel better.
Just when Ye Qingyun was in a daze.
Suddenly something blocked his eyes.
Ye Qingyun didn't react at first.
Until there was a familiar light in front of my eyes.
Ye Qingyun was suddenly startled.
His eyes suddenly focused.
"Is the Holy Son meditating on Buddhism?"
A more familiar voice sounded in Ye Qingyun's ears.
Ye Qingyun woke up suddenly.
What appeared in front of him was Huikong's bald head.
"Huikong? Aren't you dead? Why is your head flying over?"
Ye Qingyun asked subconsciously.
Huikong looked strange.
"Holy Son, the little monk is not dead."
"ah?"
Ye Qingyun turned over and sat up.
He looked at the person in front of him in disbelief.
Huikong!
It’s really Huikong!
A living Huikong!
He still has a bald head, clasped hands, and a smile on his face.
Not bad at all.
"Fuck!!!"
Ye Qingyun immediately exclaimed.
"Are you not fucking dead?"
>
Huikong smiled and touched his bald head.
"Fortunately, with the blessing of the Holy Son, Huikong was able to escape from death. This is all the result of the Holy Son!"
Upon hearing this, Ye Qingyun immediately became more certain.
The guy in front of me is Huikong!
Only Huikong can flatter himself all the time.
Ye Qingyun was extremely happy.
He kept circling around Huikong, patting Huikong's bald head from time to time.
Huikong was stunned for a while.
Da Mao looked on from the side, looking extremely indifferent.
It seems that Da Mao has long been accustomed to such scenes.
Seeing Huikong return safely, Ye Qingyun's whole person became different from before.
The decadence is gone.
The whole person became a spiritual boy again.
"I'm starving to death!"
Ye Qingyun became energetic and his appetite suddenly improved.
I just feel very hungry.
I wish I could chew the Huikong in front of me.
Ye Qingyun rushed into the kitchen and quickly made a bowl of tomato and egg noodles.
I ate like crazy.
"Huikong, have a bowl too!"
Ye Qingyun said while eating.
"No, no, no, the young monk doesn't eat meat."
"Then don't put eggs."
Ye Qingyun enthusiastically made a bowl of tomato noodles for Huikong, and then stirred it vigorously.
It's a bit like the so-called spaghetti in my original world.
Huikong and Ye Qingyun were both holding bowls of noodles, each squatting in the corner, and the sound of eating noodles sounded at the same time.
Suck!!!
Da Mao on the side also came over.
Ye Qingyun chuckled.
"You old dog, are you so greedy for noodles?"
While talking, Ye Qingyun took another basin from the kitchen like a magic trick.
It's filled with noodles soaked in broth.
A delicious batch!
Let alone the dog, people would want to take a bite after looking at it.
"Holy Son, this time the young monk went out, he even went to Yijiyunchuan."
"Oh, what then?"
"It's funny to say that there was actually a Buddhist Holy Son in the clouds at that time, but the young monk knew that it must be a lie. There is only one Holy Son! There can't be anyone else!"
"Forehead"
Chapter completed!