Geng Yi relied on his tall man and walked towards the two children unsuspectingly: "Go, go, stay and cool down." ”

The little lama frowned and glanced at him, raised his hand slightly, folded his hands, and easily pushed Geng Yi's lower abdomen.

Seeing that the little guy dared to take the initiative to attack himself, Geng Yi smiled: "Little rabbit cub ......"

Before he finished the rest of the words, he found that his body was suddenly in a floating state, and the things on both sides kept moving forward, and Geng Yi, who weighed nearly two hundred catties, was actually pushed out by the little lama with a palm.

"Ouch", Geng Yi hit the ground heavily, but found that he couldn't lift a little strength on all fours, so he could only lie on the ground softly and ask Wang Shiping for help with his eyes.

Lao Shi's mouth opened into an "O" shape, pinched himself hard to confirm that he was not dreaming, and rubbed his eyeballs again, with an incredulous expression: "Lao Guo, this is ...... This ......"

Guo Xingbang was also dumbfounded, what was happening in front of him seemed to have jumped out of the scope that he could understand, the little boy was only about eight years old, but he was dressed a little weirdly, he still glanced at Geng Yi in disbelief - that was a real weight of two hundred catties, not to mention a child, even adults like Lao Shi and Guo Xingbang couldn't push Geng Yi upside down and fly out with a face, not to mention that Geng Yi was also a policeman, and he still knew a little about ordinary grappling and fighting.

Wang Shiping's expression became solemn, although Geng Yi was not the best among them, but the advantage and reaction speed of the man were there, even Sun Wei, who was good at loose growth, could only barely make a draw with him, but such a two-hundred-pound block was pushed out by an eight-year-old boy in front of him, and Wang Shiping found it hard to believe that this was a fact that he had just witnessed with his own eyes.

The two children directly ignored Wang Shiping's four people, walked straight to Li Yundao's side, and invariably held one wrist and two fingers on the pulse.

Wang Shiping glanced at Guo Xingbang, and Guo Xingbang signaled him not to act rashly, after all, the deterrent power of the palm just now was too strong. Wang Shiping nodded, but his right hand slowly touched the pistol in his waist, he didn't believe that there was really any martial art in this world that was faster than a bullet.

Suddenly, the little Dao Gu who was squatting beside Li Yundao suddenly opened her eyes, looked up at Wang Shiping, and her expression was cold: "Do you want to die?"

Wang Shiping subconsciously quickly pulled out his pistol, but before he could raise his arm, he saw the cold light in Xiao Daogu's hand flashing slightly, and a cold light quickly hit Wang Shiping's forehead.

Wang Shiping wanted to hide, but it was too late, so he just watched the slight coolness shoot between his eyebrows.

The little girl rolled her eyes: "Stupider than Wuji, pour!"

As soon as the words fell, Wang Shiping fell down in response.

Chang Qinghui, Guo Xingbang and Lao Shi were dumbfounded, this kind of scene that can only be seen on TV and martial arts novels actually appeared in front of them vividly, directly subverting the world logic system formed by the three of them for so many years. The three tried to run out, but none of them dared to move.

After a while, the little lama opened his eyes: "It's just a little frostbite, it shouldn't be a big problem." As he spoke, he took out several silver needles from his bosom and quickly stabbed them into Li Yundao's chest and limbs.

Hearing this, Xiao Daogu stood up, pinched the little orchid finger, pointed to Chang Qinghui and the other three who were standing aside, and said childishly: "You, you, and you, do you want to die?"

Although Xiao Dao Gu looked like an immortal, she only looked the same age as a child in elementary school, but Chang Qinghui and the three of them didn't dare to ignore her words at all, and they all shook their heads quickly when they heard the words.

Zhang Xiaoman pouted, a little angry: "If Wuji is here, I will definitely let him beat you to the ground!" Xiao Daogu began to think about her noisy nephew at this time, after speaking, she looked down at the little lama, and then looked at Chang Qinghui and the three of them with sympathy, "The little lama is not much worse than Wuji." ”

Shili looked up at the remaining three: "Before going down the mountain, the master repeatedly told Brother Yun Dao that it is not good to kill, it is really not good to kill!"

Shili took out three silver needles from his arms again, and shouted the Buddha's name: "Master saves people's lives, wins the seventh-level floating slaughter, creates evil in this life, and you always have to pay it back in the next life, but fortunately, you met me, if you change it to Brother Gongjiao or Brother Huiyou, hey, killing people is actually quite simple." ”

Three silver needles flew into the eyebrows of the three people, and the three of them fell to the ground with a muffled grunt.

Zhang Xiaoman opened his mouth and looked at Shili: "Little monk, didn't you say you wouldn't kill anyone?"

Shili smiled slightly: "It's just a slight punishment, don't kill, the master said, don't kill until you have to, kill people, it's very annoying." ”

Zhang Xiaoman nodded approvingly: "That's right, it's quite annoying to kill them and destroy their corpses." ”

Shi Li suddenly became a head and two big, he seemed to be a little speechless about the powerful logic of this little Dao Gu, shook his head helplessly, squatted down and contemplated his luck, and carefully helped Li Yundao massage every key acupoint.

The door rang again, Zhang Xiaoman turned around in astonishment, and saw that it was an acquaintance, so he smiled sweetly: "Sister-in-law!"

Wang Yuanchao saw Li Yundao fall to the ground, and rushed over: "What's wrong with him?"

"The bad guy drenched him all over and put him outside to freeze, but there shouldn't be a big problem, and the little monk is lucky to help him live his blood. Zhang Xiaoman's face was melancholy, and his little face looked more and more exquisite.

Hearing that Li Yundao was fine, Wang Yuanchao nodded: "It's okay, these people, leave it to me." ”

The five people were dragged outside by her like dead dogs, tied to the iron fence, and then took a few trips of water from the house back and forth, drenched everyone, threw down the bucket, and looked coldly at Geng Yi, the only one who was still sober: "Listen, my name is Wang Yuanchao, I am Li Yundao's aunt, if you want to move my nephew, pass me first." ”

After speaking, he searched out a pre-printed confession from Wang Shiping's pocket, glanced at it coldly, folded it and put it in his pocket, and went straight back to the hotel.

Li Yundao was still unconscious, but his originally dark face was already so bloody at this time.

Wang Yuanchao looked at Shili and said, "Can you let this child sleep a little longer?"

Shi Li was slightly stunned, looked up at Wang Yuanchao, and looked puzzled.

Wang Yuanchao looked at Li Yundao with a kind face, and said slowly: "Our Wang family owes this child too much, and I, who is an aunt, have not done my duty. This kid has been tired for so many years, and he should be allowed to rest and rest. Suddenly, her face turned cold, "As for those ghosts, let's leave them to us elders first." ”

The little lama was stunned.

Zhang Xiaoman smiled slightly, and took out a silver needle from his sleeve: "Auntie, is half a month enough?"

"It's a week!"

"Okay, that's a week. ”

The silver needle sank into Li Yundao's eyebrows.