Daoist has facial paralysis

In the restaurant on the second floor, Lu Ya looked at the bowl of chicken soup that Yuan Taki made after frying the kitchen. His heart was complicated. After all, it was made by his wife... What if he ran away from home again if he didn't drink it?Bite the bullet and accept this wave of mutual torture on diet, Lu Ya Daojun swallowed a bowl of chicken soup in one gulp.

"Does it taste good?" Dragon Corpse's squinted eyes were shining, damn it, I also want you to try what it means to have no taste in your mouth, let alone a taste in your heart.

"Yuan Long... from now on, let's take advantage of other people's food," Daoist Lu Ya suggested with a smile, adhering to his usual shameless spirit.

"Is it so bad to drink?" Yuan Taki frowned and licked the spoon, almost being disgusted by the chicken soup he made to death... Can add a good chicken and seasonings to produce such a mysterious and complicated weird taste... He There is no one anymore.

Giving up the chicken soup, the two silently ate the takeaway ordered by Dao Chang.

"Who the hell is Dongxinan?" Yuan Long probably knew that this strange Taoist priest was going through the Ninth Tribulation, what kind of Yan Lord he wanted to be... But a human Taoist priest who relied on reincarnation to cultivate his soul after ancient times can hang and beat divine beasts Taotie, no matter how it sounds, it sounds a bit like the plot of a certain literary website's magicalism bragging about B Shuangwen... And when will the heavenly court invite people from the ancestors to come over for the position of guiding the gods?Lu Ya is the Empress of the Eastern Emperor... let him pick up a new fairy official?How unrealistic to think.

Yuan Taki took a sip of the rice noodles, secretly slandering in his heart, if these were fabricated in a novel, he thought there was nothing wrong with them.

"After the ninth calamity in the East, West and South, he will be Lord Yan, the future Emperor Underworld who will lead the Fengdu Ghost Prison," Lu Ya repeated what Yuan Long knew.

"Oh..." Yuan Long nodded, and suppressed his gossip soul. Daojun refused to say, either he forgot, or he didn't know, or... he couldn't say it. In short, there is no need to ask... ...His thoughts were all on the rice noodles in front of him. After three days of fried rice with dark eggs and the poisonous chicken soup just now, Yuan Taki felt that the rice noodles were so delicious that people were moved.

"Is your portion enough?" Yuan Long finished the last mouthful of rice noodles, then looked at Daoist Lu Ya's bowl again, "If you can't eat it, I'll exchange it with you..."

"Bring soup?" Lu Ya glanced at his bowl.

Yuan Long shook his head and drank up the soup, "Take the bowl."

Daojun pushed the bowl of rice noodles in front of him, "Forget about the bowl, can you give me a kiss?"

Yuan Long leaned over and kissed him quickly, "You don't need to eat anyway, do you?"

"I eat Xiaolongren," Lu Ya touched Yuanlong's unhidden dragon horn, there was a deep gap on one side, he vaguely remembered something, "I will hit you again later, you must not bear it, I Sometimes...not knowing what I'm doing."

"Yeah," Long Shi, who was addicted to food and couldn't help himself, nodded, and wiped out another bowl of rice noodles... He raised his head and looked at the other two unopened servings... Forget it, the Southwest Taoist priest can't afford it, the dragon has to learn restraint.

After restraining for more than ten seconds, he touched his still flat stomach. He hadn't eaten for hundreds of years, and every time he ate, it was still dark food. Then he thought about restraint...it's none of the Dragon Clan's business!Dragons must learn to be flexible!

Yuan Long turned his head to look at Daoist Lu Ya who had been watching him, "Let's go out and find something to eat, shall we..."

A certain Daoist who tried to understand the little theater in his wife's heart nodded in cooperation, and included the [-] postures of the dragon-eating person in his fantasy list that must be memorized...

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Taitung Snack Street, Yuedao City

"Lu Ya, Lu Ya, this is delicious..." Yuan Taki, who had eaten from the street and was still fighting in the middle of the street, said excitedly after taking a mouthful of the soup dumpling, as if he could eat a cow.

"Well," Daoist Lu Ya looked at him, his smiling eyebrows seemed to be shining faintly, he raised his hand to stroke his hair, and helped the little dragon man push back the dragon horn that almost popped out again.

"It's a pity that you don't start eating and broadcasting, little brother," the girl at the table next to him who happened to watch him eat all the way praised casually, and then picked up her phone to take a picture, "You can eat so well, and you look good , will definitely catch fire."

Lu Ya's face changed, and Yuan Long almost choked himself to death because he couldn't swallow a mouthful of buns. He knew that Lu Ya hated people saying he was good-looking, and he would be beaten every second if he said this, and maybe he would also be beaten together. beat.

Yuan Long wiped his mouth, waved his hands with the girl, "It's not good-looking, it's not good-looking, Lu Ya, let's go, I want to eat something else..." Foraging for food is really fucking dangerous, and the human race is really scary.

The girl smiled and didn't take it seriously. She lowered her head and looked at the photos she secretly took. They were all overexposed, and she couldn't see anything clearly... She raised her head in doubt, and the two handsome guys had disappeared.

"You were protecting her just now?" Lu Ya's voice was low and cold, Yuan Long poked a straw into the soup bag he packed and handed it to his mouth, "Why am I protecting her? I don't even know her." ...You try it...Lu Ya?"

"..." Daoist Lu Ya stared at him for a while, then put the straw into the dragon corpse's mouth, "I will wear a mask when I come out later."

Yuan Long nodded, took a sip of the soup dumpling, and smiled bitterly.It seems that the spirit is more or less useful... He could vaguely feel through the Golden Crow spirit just now that Lu Ya really wanted to hit someone, but fortunately, he was more witty and stopped Daojun's anger in time.

"Hmm! I want to eat that!" Yuan Taki pointed at a stinky tofu shop and ran over excitedly holding his soup dumpling.

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"Huh..." Zhou Yibei finally couldn't hold back and fell asleep lying on the bed. In his dream, there was still a weird version of the fairy tale told by the Taoist priest.

The Southwest Taoist sat cross-legged on the other half of the bed, bathed in the moonlight, swallowing the moonlight.

"Tsk tsk..." A strange laugh suddenly flashed outside the window.

Dongxinan opened his eyes, and ghost kings with green bodies appeared one by one in the room, "Taoist..."

"Hush..." Daoist Southwest covered his nephew's ears, and waved at the ghost kings.

The eight ghost kings came out in full force, and the Taoist priest stood by the little nephew, looking at him gently.

"I caught it..." After half a stick of incense, a ghost king crept up to the Taoist priest and said softly, holding his throat.

The Taoist priest helped Zhou Yibei tuck up the quilt before he went downstairs slowly.

"Hmm!" A black-haired monster-like thing was tied up and thrown in the hall on the first floor. Kankan spread out and lined up in two rows.

"Don't wipe it, go and guard the gate," the Taoist priest walked to the edge of the grand teacher's chair in the middle of the hall, and chased away the big black-haired rice dumplings squatting there to wipe the legs of the chair. opened.

The Taoist priest sat on the chair, raised his feet and put them on his knees, his sitting posture was still the same, "I will let go of your mouth, if you dare to wake up the people upstairs, I will let them continue to fight, listen clearly Yet?"

"Woo..." The figure wrapped in long black hair twisted its body, and a ghost king stretched out his hand and pulled away the rag that was strangling his mouth.

"Cough, cough, cough..." He coughed up a mouthful of blood, struggled and arched eagerly to the east, west, south, "help me... save me..."

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Lovely people who clicked in on December 2017, 12, Uncle Luo wishes you an early year!

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