Everyone was stupid, and the face of the senior brother who was the leader suddenly turned black as an iron pot.

"When will the food be served?" Mo Qinglan looked at Mo Chen, thinking that he hadn't heard her clearly, and said something again.

When Mo Chen heard this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, and he patted Yan Li on the shoulder and said, "I'll go to the back to see if the food is ready, hurry up and clear the venue." ”

When Yan Li heard this, his eyes showed a light of excitement and jumping, a pair of fists rubbed and clicked, and he said unceremoniously: "I don't care if you are Longma Temple or Cat and Dog Temple, put down this child, get out quickly!" ”

"Where did the rats come from, and no one is arrogant in such eyes. Bring it back to the Buddha and treat the ......" before the monk finished speaking, he felt a strong wind suddenly blowing in front of him, and before he could see anything clearly, he felt that his body was suspended in the air and was thrown out directly.

He got up from the ground in embarrassment, and was about to scold, when he felt a piercing pain in his lips. The upper and lower mouths were pierced by several silver needles and sewn up firmly. The blood-stained tip of the silver needle pierces the skin, refracting the eerie color of the sun in the sun.

The rest of the people were frightened when they saw the senior brother in such a miserable situation, what kind of person had they never seen in Li Shengguo's tyrannical and domineering for a long time, but they had never seen such a strong and fast master......

There was an emotionless sentence in the restaurant: "I don't like words when I eat." ”

With each word floating out, the monks lying on the ground felt that their hearts stopped beating for a few seconds, and they didn't dare to breathe carefully until the other party's words were over.

The room was in shambles, like a tornado, except for a table that stood out in place, standing out among the tables and chairs, including the people seated at them.

Yan Li looked at Mo Qinglan stupidly, and swallowed his saliva unconsciously. Just when he took advantage of the so-called senior brother led by him to chirp crookedly over the little monk, he felt a strong wind coming behind him, and the strong wind seemed to have eyes, swept over him and the little monk and directly lifted the group of people out......

He just knew that Mo Qinglan was strong in martial arts, but he never thought that he would be so perverted. His mind suddenly remembered what Mo Chen had said to him: "Yan Li, you haven't seen her true strength, and when you do, you will definitely beg her to be a master." ”

And at this moment, Mo Qinglan, who was looking at the iceberg face, really had the urge to kneel down and apprentice immediately!

"The dish is here." A warm and smiling voice interrupted the departed thoughts. As soon as Yan Li looked up, he saw a few steaming side dishes on the plate held by Mo Chen.

"People don't know where to hide, so I just do a few random things and fill my stomach first." Mo Chen said as he put the dishes on the table one by one.

Mo Qinglan glanced at it, her slightly frowning eyebrows unconsciously stretched, the casualness in Mo Chen's mouth was not casual at all, because every dish was exquisite, and every dish was still what she liked.

Mo Qinglan took a piece of food and put it in a bowl, and said without raising his head: "If you don't want to eat, go out." ”

Yan Li thought he was talking about him, and hurriedly sat down with the little monk in his arms, and suddenly felt that the person in his arms moved, and when he looked down, he saw that the little monk was smiling at him, and his big eyes were full of gratitude and cleverness.

"Thank you brother for saving my life, but how do you know I'm pretending to be unconscious?" The little monk left from his arms and put his bare little head in front of Mo Qinglan, but was blocked by Mo Qinglan with chopsticks.

"Although your breath is very weak, there is still a difference between a person's breath when he is unconscious and when he is awake." Mo Qinglan explained simply.

"If you really faint, you can't shout the word 'help me'." Mochen took a sip of tea and added slowly.

The little monk reached out and scratched his head embarrassedly, and there was no smile on his face: "Please brothers, don't blame me for pretending to be unconscious just now, if you let them know that I am still awake, this battle today will definitely be a vicious battle." ”

"These brutes, the next time I run into them again, I have to skin them." He scolded.

"What do you call Little Master?" Mochen asked.

"I've long been expelled from Ryoma Temple, and my name or real name is a thing of the past. Now I, nothing, no name. The little monk replied.

As soon as these words came out, Mo Qinglan and Mo Chen couldn't help but glance at the little monk twice, because he was wrapped in blood-stained gray clothes before, he didn't pay attention to his true appearance. Although his face was dirty now, his big eyes and sleek answers were enough to show that he was not as pitiful as he seemed.

"Why did they do this to you? Don't be afraid, speak up, brother will avenge you! He pulled the little monk to his side in pain.

"They are all people from the temple, and the tribute to the Buddha yesterday suddenly disappeared today, because I am in charge of guarding the tribute, so the senior brother and they all think that I stole the food and want to arrest me. Luckily, I met my brothers. The little monk said, his eyes always looked at Mo Qinglan who was eating without expression when he spoke, and his eyes were full of admiration and fear.

"Oh? Is that so? There was a smile on the corner of Mo Chen's mouth, and the meaning of the smile was unknown.

The little monk's timid gaze turned to Mo Chen, and the little head of the light nodded desperately twice.

"These old bald donkeys, I think they stole the tribute and blamed you. Childe, let's go to Ryoma Temple! Death shouted.

"Go, we're waiting for your good news." Mochen put a cucumber in Mo Qinglan's bowl, and then said something idly.

"Childe ......" was choked up, and set his eyes on Mo Qinglan: "The son of the change......"

Since Mo Qinglan became a man, he directly called himself a change, not Qingzhu, not Mo Qinglan, but a benefactor known to his sister Mo Qinghan.

"You want revenge?" Mo Qinglan looked at the little monk and Mu Mu asked.

When the little monk heard this, a thoughtful expression appeared on his face, and after thinking for a while, he shook his head.

"Don't be afraid, my brother has very high martial arts skills, and he is invincible all over the world." Death reassured.

Hearing this, Mo Chen couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

"When is the time for retribution, as long as the Buddha understands that I am innocent. It's just that now that I'm no longer a Buddhist, and I have nowhere to go, can the three benefactor brothers take me? I will do anything, and I will not be a burden to you. At the end, the little monk looked at Mo Qinglan with a pitiful expression.

"Nope." Mo Qinglan flatly refused. Just kidding, they are not playing in the mountains and rivers, how can they bring a small child, and they are also troublesome people who refuse to tell the truth.

"Aren't you afraid we'll sell you? We're not good people. The corners of Mo Chen's mouth hooked up a sneer, and there was an imperceptible coldness in his eyes when he looked at the little monk.

"If you are willing to save me, how can you be a bad person? No matter how bad it is, it can't be bad for them, take me with you, okay? Please. Seeing that the two people in charge had refused, the little monk burst into tears, and turned his head to look at the death bitterly.

For the first time, he fell into a strong ideological struggle of obeying his master and taking care of the little monk.

"It's not impossible to bring you, but you have to answer me honestly and answer a question." After a while, Mo Chen seemed to be compromised by the expression of the colorful splash of ink, and threw out a sentence without being salty.