Chapter 1 (1/2)

At the beginning of the night light, in front of the dream bar, the bright and dark neon lights showed a touch of ambiguity. He idly stood in front of the bar, shook his head, looked at the position of the kitchen on the second floor, and walked in slowly.

The white monk's clothes were very eye-catching, and immediately attracted the eyes of men and women in the bar.

”Oh, it seems that our dream bar is very magical. Even monks come to drink.” A party boy laughed loudly, which immediately aroused the unbridled laughter of the people in the bar.

”Ha ha...”

”Master, what wine do you drink?” The bartender asked in a loud voice.

”I and the poor monk are here for alms.” I've only been a monk for three months. I'm not quite used to my status as a monk. I'm not sure about the title.

”Come here for alms?” All the people were stunned and burst into laughter in an instant.

”Ha ha...”

Idly looking at the laughing crowd, his face was at a loss and muttered to himself: ”it seems natural for a monk to make a fortune?”

”Sister Yan, I think the monk has a problem.” Next to the bar, the handsome bartender whispered to the cold beauty around him.

In fact, as soon as she walked into the bar, Liu Yan noticed him. It was difficult to pay attention to the monk's clothes that were incompatible with the atmosphere of the bar.

”I'll have a look.” Liu Yan is the owner of this bar. She doesn't believe that someone dares to touch her black widow on the land of Zhenhai.

”Little master, I don't know what fate you want.” On Liu Yan's beautiful face, there are all kinds of smiles, and her eyes are as charming as water.

”Amitabha,” he idly folded his hands, recited the Buddha's name and looked compassionate: ”benefactor, I want to melt two steamed buns.”

”You...” although Liu Yan is famous for her romantic charm, only her husband who has been dead for many years has really touched her. When she heard the idle flirtation, her pretty face turned red in an instant.

Someone nearby had a sharp ear. When he heard that vanity wanted to melt two steamed buns, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of wine.

”Ma forced, this monk is a hooligan!”

Obscene can also be obscene and serious. Realm! In the bar, I don't know how many people cast admiring eyes on the past.

”Wipe, this guy must be a flower monk!”

”No, according to me, it's a fake monk!”

“……”

This, this can also be seen? Wasted some guilty look at the man just now, the heart wants to add uneasy, but it's only a moment, and then relieved, isn't it just two steamed buns, as for this?

The people in the bar were all goods that were afraid of chaos in the world. Seeing the situation, they coaxed and said, ”master, do you want abalone?”

I'm looking for Xiao Jin today. I can't do anything to avoid complications. So I waved my hand in vain: ”no, I'm a vegetarian and don't eat abalone. Benefactor, I'm joking.”

Turning to see Liu Yan's smiling eyes like silk, she didn't seem to be angry. Because she was on her way, she didn't eat lunch yet. She just had two steamed buns. It's really not easy to swallow. She was also thirsty, so she dared to make up a sentence: ”if there is chrysanthemum soup, it's OK to give the poor monk a bowl.”

”Ah...”

”Plop...”

In the bar, suddenly crazy, more people fell to the ground because they couldn't stand this stimulation.

Liu Yan was ashamed and angry, and her whole body trembled with anger.

Flirting, but also openly flirting. The whole body is burning with anger. Even the white skin at the collar is red, and the face is covered with a layer of frost.

OK, let me expose you as a fake monk. Thinking of this, Liu Yan's beautiful eyes burst out two cold awns and went straight to waste: ”little monk, you can give you steamed bread as long as you win me, but not chrysanthemum soup!”

Fluke was Liu Yan's shrewdness. When she said this, she couldn't help blushing.

”This......” wasted some embarrassment: ”the monk is to quit gambling.”

”It's not difficult. Let's make a bet. I'll shake it. Guess, even if it's not a violation.” Liu Yan grabbed the sieve cup on the table and brushed the three dice into the sieve cup with a gentle stroke.

The movement of Flowing Clouds and water attracted a burst of applause.

”Well, I promise you.” Idly thinking of the little thing closely related to him in the kitchen, he agreed as soon as his mind was hot.

”If you lose, drink this glass of wine.” Liu Yan's cold eyes were like electricity. She glanced at the waste and pointed to a cup of flavored blue witch on the table.

”OK, deal.” Wasted helplessly sighed and gently nodded.

Liu Yan gently shook the sieve cup with both hands, moving faster and faster, leaving residual shadows in the air and a sneer at the corners of her mouth.

”The monk is crazy. He dares to shake dice with sister Yan. I'm afraid he'll lose his underwear for a while.” In the crowd, someone cried sympathetically. Liu Yan's color son, but he had never met an opponent.

”There's a good play this time.”

”Well, look at sister Yan, that technique is so professional!”