Cannon fodder male supporting role is not easy to mess with

Hearing what Mo Jiu said, the soldiers who were still a little dissatisfied instantly perked up, stood in line quickly, and moved towards the next location.

Fu Ling curled her lips, patted the dust on her body, and followed behind the team in a leisurely manner.

The villain in his heart gritted his teeth and said, "Isn't it just that you ate the snacks you prepared for that person a few times, and secretly recorded your black history a few times, so why are you so cruel?"

Bo Ruchu, who was on the way to Huguo Temple, sneezed a little, rubbed his nose with his hand, and muttered, "I don't know who is speaking ill of me behind my back."

"Zeyuan, are you okay?" Seeing that Bo Ruchu's expression was not very good, Mo Yan said with a worried face: "Your complexion is much ugly, is there something wrong? How about I accompany you to the doctor's clinic first? "

Bo Ruchu shook his head, signaling to the other party not to worry: "I'm fine, maybe it's because the carriage is a bit bumpy, I'll be fine when I get there."

After saying that, without giving him a chance to question, Bo Ruchu adjusted his sitting posture, closed his eyes and got up to rest.

The corner of Mo Yan's mouth twitched. Seeing that he didn't want to say more, the words on his lips took a big turn: "Then you take a rest first, and I will call you later."

Bo Ruchu hummed softly, and unconsciously fell asleep in a daze.

"lu—"

The coachman jumped down from his seat, tied the horse, and said through the curtain of the carriage: "You two, Huguo Temple is here."

"Okay, please wait a moment." Mo Yan replied, turned his head to look at Bo Ruchu who was sleeping soundly, hesitated for a while, stepped forward and gently pushed a few times: "Zeyuan, wake up, Huguo Temple is here."

After calling back and forth a few times, when Mo Yan was wondering whether to hug Bo Ruchu directly, Mou Chu, who had been sleeping soundly, opened his eyes and asked in a daze, "Why did the carriage stop? Is it there?"

"Hmm, I was just thinking, if you don't wake up, Zeyuan, I'll just carry you down." Mo Yan blinked his eyes, and looked at Bo Ruchu innocently.

Bo Ruchu: "..."

Hehe, if you dare to do that, you can receive a custom-made wheelchair tomorrow.

Bo Ruchu, who woke up instantly, ignored Mo Yan's joke, got off the carriage and walked towards the temple.

After performing a Buddhist ceremony at Chao Bo Ruchu, the presiding officer said, "Amitabha, I don't know that my son is coming, but I am far away from welcoming you, and I hope to forgive my sins."

"Master, don't say that, how can I bear you like this." Bo Ruchu stepped forward to help the host: "This time I'm only here to pray to Buddha and ask for a peace talisman. I don't intend to disturb the host.

The host made another salute, explained a few words to the little monk beside him, and then shifted his gaze to Bo Ruchu: "I won't bother you and your friend, the peace talisman will be delivered to the two benefactors later." hands."

Bo Ruchu nodded slightly, and after worshiping the Buddha statue with Mo Yan, he picked up the bamboo tube on one side and shook it slightly.

"Crack-"

Picking up the bamboo stick that fell on the ground, Bo Ru's eyes flashed a wave.

"Tsk, I really didn't expect the rumors to be true, they are indeed quite clever." Looking at the corresponding previous article, Bo Ruchu said calmly.

"Hey! Zeyuan, what exactly is the lottery you drew?" Mo Yan turned his head to look at Bo Ruchu after reading his own, saw that he tore up the lottery, and complained: "Ah! Ah! Ah! Anyway Show me and tear it up!"