The next morning, Tang Jin was awakened by the sound of footsteps walking back and forth outside the window.

As soon as she got up and poured herself a cup of tea, the door was knocked.

Suddenly, her hand holding the cup trembled slightly.

Fortunately, the sound coming from outside the door was not Lin Shixiu's magic voice, but a man's: "Celebrity, do you want water?"

Tang Jin breathed a sigh of relief, "I want it."

The waiter brought her water and said before leaving: "Customer, your friend asked you to go downstairs after washing up, saying that you were about to leave after breakfast."

Tang Jin nodded.

The waiter couldn't help but look at her a few more times before leaving.

After leaving the room and closing the door, he muttered: "How could a Taoist priest who has grown into such a thing... It's really a demon..."

...

After Tang Jin finished washing up, he looked in the mirror.

The person in the mirror looks a little thin, wearing a dignified gray-white Taoist robe, but neither his posture nor his expression is at all dignified.

Her facial features are still her own facial features, but there is a little more cinnabar mole on the center of her eyebrows and a third more shimmering and reddish eyes.

It really doesn't look like a serious Taoist priest.

Tang Jin raised his hand and touched the red point between his eyebrows and lowered his eyes.

The demonic energy that cannot be suppressed between the eyebrows and eyes is actually the impact of practicing the forbidden technique. After all, the forbidden technique can actually be called evil technique.

Tang Jin found a chopstick and hair, and went downstairs.

She looked around and found the target, slowly walked to the table of the three people, holding the serious Taoist priests' smile on her face: "Three, early."

Lin Shixiu raised her hand and waved her, not knowing why she didn't speak, but her body movements were very rich.

Tang Jin ignored her and looked at another young man who had never seen him.

The male protagonist Chu Sanxing.

Chu Sanxing is a swordsman with a breeze and bright moon, a clean and honest man, and a strong and poor man.

At this time, he was eating vigorously. When he heard Tang Jin's voice, he just looked up and umbrella for a few times and lowered his head to continue eating.

The only person who replied to her was Bo Yuemei. He held his cheek with his hands, smiled at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, and his tone was light: "Good morning Taoist priest."

When he smiled like this, Tang Jin felt a little chill behind him.

She sat down in the seat, and Bo Yuemei put a bowl of noodles in front of her, smiling purely, "If you are hungry, come and have a noodles."

Tang Jin took a look at the bowl of noodles, looked left and right and saw nothing special, said "Thank you", and picked up one and put it in his mouth.

It seems... nothing is wrong.

Until he finished eating a bowl of noodles with Bo Yuemei's eyes, Tang Jin didn't notice anything unusual.

She glanced at him, and Bo Yuemei was still smiling.

What's wrong?

Tang Jin complained in his heart, but said nothing on his face.

"Are you finished eating?" Bo Yuemei asked her leisurely.

"Yeah, I've finished eating."

"Do you want another bowl?"

"...No need." She always felt that nothing good was wrong.

Sure enough, Bo Yuemei spread her hands at her the next second, "Then give it money. This is not expensive, it's only one cent."

"..." She knew.

Bo Yuemei asked knowingly: "What's wrong? Are you not having money? Do you want me to lend you some?"

Tang Jin laughed, "It's too different to say "borrow" between you and me. We all... that's what happened."

This is replying to him using what he said yesterday.

Bo Yuemei sat upright and shook the fan in her hand, "Brothers must also settle the score clearly, not to mention that we are just couples who are just names and without truth."

Tang Jin also sat upright, "What do you mean is to make sure of your husband and wife status with me? You are confident and respectful, and I don't have that kind of worldly desire."

Bo Yuemei mourned for a moment, and the fan in his hand paused for a while, glanced at Tang Jin for a while, "...Is there any desire? Is it one thing, but whether it works is another thing."

Tang Jin sighed: "Although you and I have married, there is no difference between husband and wife as men, but I didn't expect that you would put yourself in the position of your wife so consciously..."

"I am very moved. It's a pity that I have become a monk in my early years and cannot get married in this life. I can only refuse your wishes."

Bo Yuemei opened her mouth and closed it again.

Lost again.

Unexpectedly, he would have a day when he lost to others with shamelessness.

Bo Yuemei sighed a little, this is meeting an opponent.

He sighed, and felt a little curious, and couldn't help but ask Tang Jin: "Hey... you said you are a Taoist priest, so where are you from?"

"A small sect is not worth mentioning."

This is what I don't want to say.

Bo Yuemei hummed lightly, stopped asking and sat back.

If you don’t want to say it, you won’t want to say it, and he doesn’t want to know that either.

After sitting back, he waved the fan for a while, then he suddenly remembered that he wanted to ask this Taoist priest for money at the beginning?

He looked at Tang Jin.

Tang Jin blinked innocently.

Those pair of autumn water eyes were moist and innocent.

Bo Yuemei:...I thought I only lost one level, but it turned out that I lost two levels.

This Taoist is really...

Bo Yuemei couldn't help but glance at Tang Jin again.

Tang Jin had just finished breakfast and became sleepy again. At this time, he had no idea that his head was placed on the table. He seemed to have noticed his gaze and turned his head.

Then a face was exposed to the light.

After teasing him, Tang Jin was in a good mood and had a smile on his eyes.

That face looked like a shallow exiled immortal in Chunshan, but his eyebrows and eyes were filled with an indelible demonic aura.

Bo Yuemei paused and turned her head away.

He withdrew his gaze, but Tang Jin was still looking at him.

Not to mention the romantic and beautiful face, what attracted Tang Jin the most at this moment was his hair that fell to his waist, and was naturally curled at the end of his hair, like ink.

The long hair was fixed on the top of the head with a hairpin, and the rest were all neatly draped behind her like a waterfall.

I don’t know how he maintained it, but the length of his long hair fell below his waist could not even be found at all. It was as fine and smooth as the feathers carefully cared for by birds.

Tang Jin glanced at his hair.

It has not been maintained for three hundred years, but it is still a bit rough.

If you have time, you can ask him for hair care tips.

While Tang Jin was studying his hair, Bo Yuemei asked the waiter for paper and pen and put it in front of Tang Jin.

"Write your name and birth date and horoscope, so I can count as a date to resolve the relationship."

Tang Jin took the pen and wrote it down.

Bo Yuemei picked up the paper, looked at the birth date and horoscope and calculated it simply, and then calculated the age of Tang Jin.

He is over 300 years old.

However, this was within Bo Yuemei's expectations. He was not too surprised and calmly put away the paper.

Tang Jin asked him with his face, "It seems you haven't told me your name yet."

"No?"

"No."

Bo Yuemei also looked at her with her chin, "I thought we had shared weal and woe, living and dying together, but I didn't expect that we had not even passed our name."

Tang Jin sighed: "Maybe this is just a hit and we should have met too late."

——The drama actors come across the drama actors and they feel like they are too old to meet them.

Bo Yuemei bent her eyes: "Then you have to remember it. My surname is Bo, and my name is Bo Yuemei. Bo is so lucky that Bo is cold and happy, and the moon plum with cold and lingering plum blossoms."

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To be continued...