Yu Xiaoxiao listened to the conversation between Chengguan and the thin old man in front of her, and felt that it was smelling, Wen Fenglin wanted to poison Chengguan to death, and in the end the poison was changed, Chengguan was fine, Wen Fenglin himself was poisoned by himself.

At this time, Chengguan said to the monk Wangsheng: "The kitchen is controlled by your people who go to the temple, how can I do it?" ”

"Chengguan," the old monk Wangsheng said: "The poor monk has been in the law enforcement hall for so many years, how can he ever make such a big mistake as wrong medicine?" ”

Yuxiao's gaze fell on the jade tray and soup bowl that had fallen to the ground and had not yet been cleaned up.

At this time, Chengguan whispered to defend himself and Huguo Temple: "With you watching from the kitchen, how do I and the monks of Huguo Temple do something?" Is Master Wangsheng looking down on his own ability, or is he looking down on Bei Lone's ability? ”

The old monk Wangsheng stopped talking, he couldn't figure this out, how could there be a monk who could change the medicine under the noses of himself and Bei Lone?

Looking at the kitchen? Yu Xiaoxiao glanced at Bei Lone, that's right, what she saw in the courtyard of the kitchen was indeed this monk, what does this mean? Her Royal Highness the Princess understood this time, this person who changed the medicine and poisoned Wen Fenglin turned out to be her Yu Xiaoxiao.

"Will the young master be okay?" Chengguan didn't want to keep arguing with the old monk Wangsheng, so he asked.

Yu Xiaoxiao said before the old monk Wangsheng replied: "Wen Fenglin wants to kill you?" Why? ”

"Princess."

"Say, why did Wen Fenglin kill you?" Yuxiao's hand clenched into a fist again, although the cruel empress died at this time, everyone rebelled and left, and this Chengguan was also the one who watched the empress die in the fire, but Yu Xiaoxiao didn't hate this uncle. Wen Fenglin wants to kill Chengguan? Then she'll kill this sissy first.

"Your Royal Highness Princess," Young Master Fenglin said in a hoarse voice at this time, "This is my matter from the Eternal Life Temple. ”

"Shut up," Yu Xiao said to Young Master Fenglin: "If you want to die, you will die quickly, if you don't die, get out of here, just a monk temple, really treat yourself as a dish?" ”

Bei Lone's body moved, and he came to Yu Xiaoxiao.

Chengguan wanted to tell the princess to be careful, but the voice didn't have time to come out.

Yu Xiaoxiao pushed Chengguan away, jumped up on the spot to avoid Bei Lone's palm, and at the same time, the person turned over Bei Lone's shoulder, raised his leg and kicked on North Lone's back spine. People who are used to killing zombies are ruthless, accurate, and fast, and they will let the zombies die in one move, and they will make the zombies incapacitated if they are no longer good. Bei Lin is a human being, not a zombie, so although Yu Xiaoxiao's kick is accurate, it retains strength.

Bei Lin flew forward, smashed the door of the Buddha Hall, and at the same time that Yu Xiaoxiao's feet hit the ground, he also fell under the steps of the Buddha Hall Courtyard.

Yu Xiaoxiao didn't stop after landing on the ground, shook her body and came to Chengguan, and asked, "Are you okay?" ”

Chengguan shook his head in amazement, and no one made a move at him, what could he do?

After Bei Lonely fell under the steps, the person was not unconscious, he had practiced the art of vajra body protection for many years, which is commonly known as the golden bell cover iron cloth shirt by the Jianghu people, and he was a first-class master in the martial arts of the Eternal Life Temple, and he had not tasted the taste of being kicked by someone for many years. Holding the steps with both hands, Bei Lin still wanted to get up, but as soon as he moved, there was a crisp sound of breaking in his back, and the monk Bei Lin didn't even feel the pain, his eyes went black and he fell unconscious.

Several people in Beiyuan were shocked when they saw Bei Lonely in a coma, and they stepped forward together, wanting to besiege Yu Xiaoxiao.

Yu Xiaoxiao would not let Chengguan be left alone, and was caught by these monks as a hostage who threatened her, and swept forward with Chengguan's figure, and arrived at the couch where Young Master Fenglin was lying in just one step.

"Bold!" Beiyuan was the first to react, and he shouted angrily, and he was about to step forward and fight with Yu Xiaoxiao.

Yu Xiaoxiao stood in front of the young master Fenglin's couch, leaned sideways, protected Chengguan on her left side, narrowed her eyes, and then opened her eyes and looked at a few people in Beiyuan, she killed these monks and Wen Fenglin, is it possible to solve the matter?

"Beiyuan, stop!" The old monk Wangsheng drank Beiyuan at this time, and under the anger, Wangsheng was a person who still maintained his sanity. Princess Linglong injured Bei Ling to a coma in just one moment, this person is now standing in front of the young master, who of them has the ability to rescue the young master from Princess Linglong's hands unharmed?

Several monks fan-shaped, standing dozens of steps away from their seats, did not dare to step forward, and of course it was impossible to retreat.

Yu Xiaoxiao turned her head to look at Young Master Fenglin, her eyes cold. Take a closer look at the person lying in front of him, what can this person do that makes the cruel empress even want to be disgraced and blindly pleased? If this product is a big thing, forget it, women are also sensory creatures to put it bluntly, and it's not bad to have a man who can make him happy, but this product looks like a chaste and fierce man, every time he rolls the sheets, it looks like the sad empress is forcing him! For this face? This face is also the face of a normal human being, and when you get old, you will definitely have wrinkles, loose skin, no different from an old man, what is there to be obsessed with with this face?

Young Master Fenglin is also looking at Yu Xiaoxiao, Princess Linglong, who has inherited all the advantages of her parents' appearance, is naturally a beauty, but such a beauty has a solemn expression, her eyes are cold and ruthless, so that Young Master Fenglin can't help but want to ask, how many people have you killed? The royal princess with fine clothes and food has a pair of eyes that can only be tempered after killing countless people, Young Master Fenglin doesn't understand, what happened to this princess?

"I'll kill you," Yu Xiaoxiao asked Young Master Fenglin at this time, "Let them bring your body back, can your master resurrect you?" ”

Young Master Fenglin said: "How can people come back to life after death? ”

Yu Xiaoxiao said coldly: "Then what are you asking for eternal life?" ”

Young Master Fenglin and Yu Xiaoxiao looked at each other, one was curled up and lay down, and the other was standing condescendingly, his eyes were full of doubt, and her eyes were full of indifference.

"Are you really going to kill me?" Young Master Fenglin asked Yu Xiaoxiao.

Yu Xiaoxiao didn't speak, she stretched out her hand and attacked the throat of Young Master Fenglin, human life is actually very fragile, sometimes it is no different from ants.

"Princess!" Cheng saw that Yu Xiaoxiao was really going to strangle Young Master Fenglin, and shouted Yu Xiaoxiao urgently, and his voice was broken.

The suffocation made Young Master Fenglin open his mouth wide, this was the first time in his life that he tasted death, whether it was painful or not Young Master didn't know, but this was about to lose a qiē, and he was going to go to that, the fear of the undead realm that he didn't know anything about, Young Master Fenglin would never forget it in his life.

"Princess, no," Chengguan desperately dragged Yu Xiaoxiao and pinched the hand of Young Master Fenglin, "Do you want to fight in Fengtian against the Five Kingdoms of Zhuri?" Princess, you let go of the young master, princess! ”

A few people in Beiyuan stood in place and didn't dare to step forward, for fear that they would provoke Princess Linglong and harm the life of their young master.

A word to readers:

The second is more served.