Things are similar, and people are similar. Perhaps it is the style of painting in Songjiang Prefecture that is different from other places, which is why people born here all have this kind of virtue.

Wuhua stared at Luo Feiyu's eager look for marriage, and sighed quietly in his heart.

He almost thought that maybe Luo Feiyu's weight in his heart was far greater than he thought, so much so that since his death, everyone he met felt like him.

Wuhua's eyes dimmed, and he looked at Luo Feiyu with probing eyes, but there was no flaw in the other person's eyes.

...That's right, after such a long time, Luo Feiyu's growth ability is more than enough to perform such a performance. These eyes can't prove anything.

Just as he was about to look away, he saw Sister Beggar opposite her gradually blushing. Luo Feiyu covered his face with one hand and turned to one side, while the other hand was held straight in front of him and said: "Hey, I can't hold it anymore..."

…I’ll be embarrassed if you stare at me like that!”

Wu Hua: "..." If this person wasn't Luo Feiyu, he really wanted to beat him to death with a stick.

Wu Hua smiled politely in return, bowed to the Buddha and said: "The poor monk only came here to ask for permission to ask for alms after listening to the words of a few small donors. I appreciate the kindness of the donors, but the poor monk has other important things to do when he comes to Songjiang Mansion. In fact,

…”

When Luo Feiyu heard this, he immediately understood that Wu Hua was probably here to pick up a box for the Valley of the Wicked, and couldn't help but feel deeply saddened by Chu Liuxiang's ability to do things.

The person who told them to recognize the mark is already dead!!

Luo Feiyu rolled his eyes in his heart, but on the outside he held his heart and looked hurt and heartbroken. He was reluctant to let go, with a bit of disappointment that he would be rejected of course, and said firmly: "Master, there is no need to say more, I am still self-aware, you

I understand how a slovenly beggar like me can be worthy of such a Zhilan Yushu person!"

Wuhua's heart suddenly moved and she raised her head and glanced at him.

A rude and slovenly beggar is actually able to speak in perfect detail and pick up idioms at his fingertips. Is this beggar actually a beggar who has also read and read?

So when he reached his lips, his words suddenly changed 180 degrees: "No, that's not what I mean. I want to say that the girl is outspoken and bold, and she likes me very much. Please allow me to finish handling the matter in Songjiang Mansion."

If it's important, let's talk about romance with the girl."

Luo Feiyu was still immersed in his script, and nodded along with him: "I understand, I understand that Master Jiese takes care of my appearance... eh?" He was suddenly stunned.

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee?!

No, what the hell? What did he just say?!

Luo Feiyu turned his head to look at Wuhua in shock, his jaw almost dropped: "Say it again, little master?"

Wuhua calmly watched his reaction, carefully judged it in her mind, and replied calmly: "Young girl is too arrogant to belittle yourself. Women chase men with thin layers of veil, let alone a beauty like Jiu'er."

Luo Feiyu blinked his eyes, dumbfounded: "You don't mind that I am a beggar, I have no money and no land, I eat too much, I have a slovenly appearance, and I often don't take a shower for ten and a half days?"

Wuhua thought for a while and said, "Wash every two days, no longer."

"..." Luo Feiyu choked and felt as if he had swallowed a whole egg alive, but he had to force a smile and show an expression of ecstasy. He patted his chest and said, "I will change! As long as I love you, my dear."

If you like it, I will change it!"

"..." Wuhua's face froze, he endured it, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What did you call me?"

"My sweetheart, my sweetheart! You are so beautiful. If I marry you, I will definitely treat you as my sweetheart and love you!" Luo Feiyu deliberately responded to him.

Wuhua tried hard to maintain her grace and said: "...Girls are married, not married."

"It's all about getting married anyway, it means the same thing!" Luo Feiyu waved his hands carelessly.

He approached Wuhua with a smile, as if he was going to kiss her casually, but when he came to Wuhua, he shrank back and asked anxiously: "But I have a bad temper, and I also like to drink. When I get drunk, I go crazy and go crazy.

Come and beat them!"

Wuhua thought of Luo Feiyu's poor wine and sneered: "How much alcohol does Jiu'er have?"

The little Vulcan immediately intervened and showed off proudly: "Our sister Jiu'er is famous for not getting drunk after a thousand cups of wine in Songjiang Mansion! If you drink twenty kilograms of wine, you will be like a normal person!"

Wu Hua couldn't help but frown. He knew that Luo Feiyu had a poor drinking capacity. This beggar... But he remained calm: "Since you can't get drunk after a thousand cups, I think he will go crazy without seeing the wine. Besides, even if there is a fight,

, Jiu'er may not be my opponent."

Luo Feiyu became displeased: "I don't recognize that, little... aunt, I am the little boxing king of Songjiang Prefecture. I am invincible in all the fights in the south of the Yangtze River. Baby, don't rely on me!"

This damn bald donkey keeps calling him "Jiu'er" affectionately, and those who don't know it think he fell in love with his beggar sister at first sight!

His Wanhuahao died suddenly on the spot. Even if he might have guessed that he might be a monster, the stinky monk's ability to climb along the pole was too strong. Minato was shameless and knew that a blind chicken was out there messing around!

Luo Feiyu felt uncomfortable and unhappy. He was not only afraid that Wuhua would notice something, but also felt that this man fell in love with every girl he saw and flirted with pretty girls when he saw them, which made him angry.

Wu Hua smiled silently, Luo Feiyu raised his eyebrows, hit the dog's head with the stick and rushed towards it, Wu Hua didn't move at all. Only when the short stick was about to hit was he able to use the Zen staff to hold it up, and caught Luo Fei with a shadow-catching backhand.

Feather's arm.

Luo Feiyu was startled, and before he could pull his hand away, Wuhua made a backhand cut and twisted his arm behind his back.

Luo Feiyu was in pain and had to follow his strength to get out from under his armpit and escape. His body was carried around him, and the hem of his clothes moved low in a semicircle. Before he could stand still, a sudden push came from his lower back.

.

Luo Feiyu immediately fell forward. He suddenly realized what Wuhua wanted to do. He put his free hand on Wuhua's chest in fear, and raised his upper body back with all his strength, barely able to hold on.

Keep the distance between the chest and the mold.

"Dang-", the wine jar and the Zen staff fell to the ground at the same time, making a clanging sound.

The surrounding Beggar Clan disciples wanted to gather together to respond, but in the blink of an eye the two of them were in such a flirtatious situation. The disciples looked at each other in confusion, holding their short sticks and really didn't know whether to do it or not.

Luo Feiyu pushed Wuhua's chest and was about to burst into tears: Holy Monk is on top! I'm afraid, I'm afraid, he really can't beat him, please let me go!!

He swallowed and smiled at Wuhua: "Baby, you, you are so damn exciting!"

Wuhua: "..."

Luo Feiyu smiled and said: "How can I bear to really beat you? It's just a showy thing."

Wuhua slowly showed an elegant smile and said nothing.

Just now this man came up with a stick style that looked like beating a dog with a stick. She clearly said that her title was the King of Boxers and she must have good fist skills, but she still hit him with a stick. She was clearly calling him a dog in secret.

She intended to kidnap the husband of the village, but she refused to welcome him as he got closer to her. Others couldn't see it, but here in Wuhua, she couldn't hide it.

No matter how many times Luo Feiyu changes his identity, he is always afraid of being exposed in his disguise.

Wuhua is already 70% sure.

Luo Feiyu's face was really ashamed this time. He looked at the ground in embarrassment and said awkwardly: "Baby, please give up. It's not that I don't want to get close to you. I ate braised chicken yesterday and drank too much the day before yesterday.

I was sore from vomiting, and the day before yesterday, the little bald guy made me cry and rubbed my nose with snot all over my body... I usually just wipe it on my body twice to deal with it. You look like a clean person, and I'm afraid of getting you dirty.

Slightly..."

"..." Wuhua's hand on his lower back suddenly loosened, and the veins on his forehead kept beating. If he hadn't cultivated his patience well, he might have failed long ago.

Luo Feiyu rubbed his paws and took two steps back with a playful smile. Naturally, he was not that dirty, but Wuhua was so terribly mysophobic that he couldn't believe that this person wouldn't let go after hearing this.

The little Vulcan took the opportunity to get close to him and whispered nervously: "Sister Jiu'er, there is something wrong with this monk... He just used Shaolin's dragon claw hand. Shaolin has not heard of any monks who have returned to secular life recently..."

Luo Feiyu winked at him, told him not to act rashly, and scolded him in a low voice: "It's not you who caused me trouble! Damn it, I can't beat him, okay!"

The little Vulcan was so anxious that he was sweating: "Good senior sister, this monk is not a serious monk, why don't we just run away?"

Luo Feiyu glared at him: "A monk who can run can't run away from the temple. How can we still run after being bullied to the helm?" He suddenly paused, "Wait a minute, how can you say he is not a serious monk?"

What do you mean?"

The little Vulcan winked: "No, his eyes are wrong!"

"ha?"

"He's always staring at your breasts!!"

Luo Feiyu: "..." This horse is also a bastard!!

Luo Feiyu threw him aside angrily and asked Wuhua with a smile: "Baby, aren't you a monk? How can you marry a wife so easily? I see that your skills just now are orthodox Shaolin Kung Fu!"

Wuhua lowered her eyelashes and picked up the Zen staff on the ground, "I have been a secular monk for several months, but I have been accustomed to being a monk since I was a child, so I still dress like a monk."

Luo Feiyu wanted to continue to stimulate him, wanting to make him feel so sick that he couldn't stand it any longer and leave voluntarily, but there was a commotion outside the ruined temple.

Little Baldy and Little Mazi pushed someone over and said happily: "Ah Jiu! We have found help!"

Chu Liuxiang touched her nose and was stunned when she saw Wu Hua: "I didn't expect that the person coming from the Valley of the Evil was actually you..."

Wu Hua responded with a hint of understatement: "When old friends meet, there are naturally many surprises."

Chu Liuxiang was silent for a moment, then smiled bitterly and shook his head: "That's right, a friend like you is always surprising no matter where I see him."

Wuhua was slightly moved: "You still consider me your friend?"

Chu Liuxiang said: "It's a rare meeting, so I'll treat you to a drink."

The little beggars were confused and suddenly couldn't figure out the situation.

The monk who kicked off the gym is a friend of Chu Xiangshuai? Doesn’t that mean he is definitely not a bad person? So is all this a misunderstanding?

Then Ah Jiu's marriage...can it be done?

The author has something to say: Wuhua: Do you still consider me your friend?

Chu Liuxiang: It’s a rare meeting, so I’ll treat you to a drink.

Little beggars: Wait? You are friends??
To be continued...