"This fellow Daoist has a gentle face and seems to be well-off. He should be easy to talk to."
Thinking of this, she pulled the little girl and slowly walked towards the noodle stall.
"Fellow Daoist, what is your name?"
Lin Lang, who was turning his grief and anger into appetite, was eating noodles. When he heard someone calling him, he subconsciously looked up and was stunned.
I'm going to... Goddess...
No, this woman looks very much like a Hong Kong actress, and that actress can be said to be Lin Lang’s childhood goddess.
Still remember that stormy night when Lin Lang lost...
Ahem, I can’t let the readers know this, I have to save face…
Lin Lang wiped the corner of his mouth, stood up and said with a smile: "I am Lin Lang, young lady, are you also a cultivator?"
The woman glanced at the noodles on the table, swallowed subconsciously, and then smiled and said, "Yes, I'm Ma Xiaoyun, nice to meet you, Taoist Lin!"
Lin Lang's mouth twitched. Ma Xiaoyun?
There is only one word difference between him and the richest man, so terrifying!
"Gugu..."
A strange voice sounded from beside Ma Xiaoyun. Lin Lang looked down and said, "Oh, this little girl is so cute."
No, no, you won’t be cute if you’re too skinny.
"Boss, two more bowls of noodles, remember to add eggs!"
"Okay, please wait a moment!"
Lin Lang squatted down and pinched the little girl's chubby cheeks, then said with a smile, "Little girl, what's your name?"
The little girl knew she would be able to eat soon, so she smiled and said, "My name is Madonna. Thank you, brother, for treating us to noodles."
Lin Lang paused, he suddenly had a bad premonition.
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