Wang Rong followed behind Murong Xin, not far away, not close, he was not afraid of being discovered by others when there were more people here, and Murong Xin at this time did not have the heart to care if there were other people following.

Knowing that someone must be chasing Murong Xin, Wang Rong didn't dare to be too prominent, and avoided directly following Murong Xin many times.

Following behind Murong Xin, the doubts in Wang Rong's heart became heavier and heavier, the path Murong Xin chose became more and more remote, if it weren't for the fact that he knew that Murong Xin had something to do in advance, he might have thought that it was Murong Xin himself who lured him here.

The lights of the shopping mall have long disappeared, only some of the main roads are separated by a street lamp, and the number of people here is gradually decreasing, for the sake of safety, Wang Rong can only slow down his pace, and follow Murong Xin far behind, not daring to go too far.

Murong Xin finally left the main road completely and hurried towards a remote path next to him.

"Demon, where are you going?" Wang Rong was about to follow, but when he heard a loud shout, Wang Rong was shocked, knowing that the protagonist had finally come out, and hurriedly hid next to a tree next to him. Sneaking out half of his head from the side of the tree and looking ahead, what appeared in front of him was a monk in a robe with a bald head. It looks a little fat from the figure, but I don't know what the front looks like. The one who can find trouble with Murong Xin is definitely not an ordinary person, Wang Rong doesn't have the courage to run to the front to see the face of Lushan.

"The demon doesn't stop!" Seeing that Murong Xin didn't put his words in his ears, the monk couldn't help but be furious, his figure flashed, Murong Xin only felt a cry pass by his ears, and a sense of crisis flashed in his heart, and before he had time to react, he felt a huge force acting on his body, and with a bang, Murong Xin smashed into the grass next to him, a sullen breath came from his chest, a fishy smell came from his throat, his mouth moved slightly, and two traces of blood had flowed out of the corners of her mouth.

This time, Murong Xin was beaten with internal injuries.

Wang Rong was terrified watching from the sidelines, this monk couldn't help but not know Lin Xiang and cherish jade, such a delicate girl also did it, but fortunately, the other party did not do his best, otherwise Murong Xin would have died a long time ago.

Although his immortal root was destroyed, his vision had not yet degraded, and he could see clearly the monk's every move just now, and the palm monk on Murong Xin's body did not use all his strength, but only used a little force. I don't know if this monk had compassion or some other purpose.

Wang Rongbing didn't plan to go out before he knew the other party's purpose, even if he went out, there was no way, if it was an immortal, let alone this monk, even if it was hundreds of monks together, he was just a matter of one finger.

"Demons, shemales are different, why do you want to appear in the world. A palm knocked Murong Xin to the ground, and the monk didn't plan to give her another palm, but asked sharply,

A trace of despair had flashed across Murong Xin's face, and he looked at the monk coldly and didn't say a word.

"Amitabha," the monk recited a Buddha name, "Demon, I didn't find murderous aura from you, proving that you haven't hurt anyone in the past, and the monk will spare your life, but after all, the state has national laws, and the family has family rules, since you are a monster, you should practice well in the demon world, you shouldn't run to the human world, this is not the place you should come to, the Buddha has the virtue of a good life, where did you come from, let the monk and I send you back." ”

"Don't. Murong Xin shook his head fiercely, with a pleading look in his eyes: "Master, don't." ”

"Amitabha. The expression on the monk's face did not change in the slightest due to Murong Xin's pleading, and with a movement of his hand, he took out a wine gourd from his pocket as if by magic, and gently untied the wine gourd.

What kind of magic weapon is this? Wang Rong suddenly wanted to laugh, but seeing the monk so solemnly, Wang Rong knew that if he didn't go out again, this beautiful cold beauty would be taken away by this monk, and from the conversation just now, Wang Rong also knew that the other party was not a bad person, but just maintaining the order of the world.

"Hey, I said big monk, you're too unkind, aren't you?" Wang Rong walked out from behind the tree and shouted towards the monk who was about to point the wine gourd at him.

Murong Xin had already closed his eyes in despair when he saw the monk, but he didn't expect a familiar voice to sound in his ears at this time, he opened his eyes and looked at Wang Rong not far away, with a trace of surprise in his eyes: "Why is he?"

The monk didn't expect that there would be people here, you must know that he had checked all of them with his divine sense just now, and he didn't find anyone's existence, so he appeared.

The divine sense swept over Wang Rong again, but the monk's face changed greatly, obviously seeing the other party in front of him, his divine sense could not sweep the other party's figure.

"Amitabha. The monk's face showed an extremely solemn look, and he saluted Wang Rong with one hand: "I don't know which sect and sect the donor is?"

"Master?" Wang Rong smiled, if he had been a master before, but now, forget it.

Wang Rong waved his hand and said with a self-deprecating expression: "Master, don't make fun of me, it's just a nameless and no faction." ”

The monk didn't believe Wang Rong's statement, and he was able to evade his divine sense, and he could only show that the other party's cultivation was above him, but the other party didn't plan to say it, and he didn't want to ask carefully, so he looked at Wang Rong and said, "I don't know what the donor came here for?"

Wang Rong smiled slightly, walked in front of Murong Xin, gently helped Murong Xin up, and gently wiped the blood on her mouth with his sleeve.

Murong Xin looked at Wang Rong blankly, without any expression on his face.

Look at such a good cold beauty, she was scared stupid by this monk who didn't understand love in the world, Wang Rong secretly thought in his heart, what kind of way should he think of to let this monk let go of this cold beauty?

It's really a headache, where can Wang Rong think of any good way at such a short time, do you want to say Master, this monster in front of you is actually raised by me? I believe that my voice has not fallen, and I have been purified by the other party's representative Buddha.

"The donor is here for the monster in front of him?" Seeing Wang Rong's movements, the monk didn't know what Wang Rong was thinking, and looked at Wang Rong with a vigilant face: "The donor knows that there are rules for people and demons, don't be obsessed with beauty and be hurt by monsters in the end." ”