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In a shoal, the woman dragged her tired body and dragged Zhao Kai, who had fainted like a dead dog, to the shore.

The woman sat on the ground, gulping in a big gulp of fresh air, on her right shoulder, two rows of deep tooth marks hung with faint bloodstains, and her left shoulder was red and swollen, as if she was seriously injured.

Looking at Zhao Kai lying there motionless, the woman's mind automatically appeared with the picture of Zhao Kai kissing herself in the river, and her face sank.

The woman picked up a stone on the side and staggered towards Zhao Kai, but stopped.

Zhao Kai designed to let the hundreds of subordinates he brought with him die, and let himself fall into such an embarrassment, despising himself, he should have hated him to the core.

But if he really hated him to the core, he could have left him to fend for himself in the river just now, so why drag him ashore.

In the end, the woman put down the stone in her hand, untied Zhao Kai's belt, tied Zhao Kai's legs, and hung Zhao Kai upside down on a dead tree on the shore.

Immediately, the woman punched Zhao Kai on the lower abdomen.

"Poof."

Zhao Kai violently spit out a mouthful of water mixed with filth and spit out the woman's body.

The woman was vomited by Zhao Kai, her brows furrowed slightly, she no longer cared about Zhao Kai, and went to the river to clean the filth on her body.

When Zhao Kai regained consciousness and woke up, he only felt a little dizzy in his head, perhaps because the upside-down incident had been too long, and his head was congested.

However, the picture he saw after opening his eyes made Zhao Kai even more congested, of course, not his head.

Not far away, a fire was lit, sizzling, and the woman's coat was drying, and on the other side, the woman tied the wound on her left shoulder that was abrased by a broadsword with a strip of cloth torn from her coat, and used her hand and mouth together.

The woman's shoulders and breasts held one end of the strip of cloth with one hand, bit the other end of the strip of cloth with her mouth, and tied it hard, because of the pain of the wound on her left shoulder, Zhao Kai almost had a nosebleed.

Zhao Kai shook his head, made himself sober and sober, and took advantage of the fact that the woman didn't notice that he woke up, swayed back and forth, and used his strength to reach the belt that tied his legs, and laboriously untied it.

"Bang."

Zhao Kai fell to the ground, and his back coincidentally landed on a pebble.

"Ahh Zhao Kai's miserable screams sounded, covering his back, rolling in pain.

The woman's figure flashed, grabbed the coat that had not yet dried and put it on her body, and glared at Zhao Kai angrily.

Zhao Kai felt a look full of murderous intent, and the whole person jumped up, but his feet were weak and he fell into a.

When the woman saw Zhao Kai in embarrassment, three black lines appeared on her forehead, and she quietly picked up a stone and held it in her hand.

Zhao Kai got up, endured the great pain in his back, looked at the woman vigilantly, and unabashedly picked up a wooden stick as a weapon.

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment, and only the sound of the rolling river and the sizzling of fires could be heard not far away.

"Bang ~ "

There was a rattling sound from the grass, Zhao Kai and the woman's nerves tensed up suddenly, Zhao Kai knew that he was powerless, if there was a beast at this time, it would be easy to run away with a woman's skills, and he would only be reduced to the beast's dinner.

The woman and Zhao Kai thought the opposite, after soaking in the river for so long, the abrasion on the shoulder, which was not very serious, had already had some slight inflammation, and the physical strength was exhausted, if there was a beast, there was no room for resistance, and the cunning Zhao Kai would definitely use himself as bait to lure away the beast.

However, God likes to live and play with people the most, and the ending is often unsatisfactory.

In the grass, two monks, an old man and a young monk, came out.

By the moonlight, Zhao Kai and the woman clearly saw the two monks pinching their waists and panting looking at them, with joy in their eyes, yes, joy.

The old monk was panting severely, and the gray monk's robe on his body seemed to have been cut by a tree branch, and some weeds were hanging.

The gray monk's robe on the little monk's body has been perfectly combined with the soil, and the mud is also hanging on his face, and the shoe on his right foot does not know where to go.

Zhao Kai and the woman glanced at each other, and looked at the two monks, one old and one young, again.

"It seems to be a monk, but in fact it is a bandit? It can't be an accomplice of this female bandit, right? Zhao Kai thought so.

"It can't be a prostitute, right? The master is so beautiful as a flower, won't it be because he has a bad heart when he sees that he is in difficulty? That's what the woman thought.

The old monk looked at Zhao Kai and the woman's expressions very cautiously, and wanted to open his mouth to identify himself, but he couldn't say a word, and he was anxious.

In desperation, I touched the little monk and gestured to the little monk for a long time, and the little monk kept nodding his head.

The little monk glanced at Zhao Kai, who was holding a wooden stick by mistake and looking vicious, and then at the woman with a flat face and a good speech, and finally ran to a distance of three meters in front of the woman and stopped.

Clasped his hands together, nodded his head in a friendly manner, and said in a regular manner, "Amitabha, the female benefactor is good, the little monk Huikong, is the novice of the nearby Lingshi Temple, today I went up the mountain to collect medicine, and saw two donors drifting in the river, the Buddha said: Saving people's lives is better than building a seven-level floating slaughter, for the monks, there is no visible death and no rescue, so they followed all the way to here, the two donors were rescued, Huikong and the family teacher were relieved. ”

The woman listened to the words of the little monk Huikong, without the slightest fluctuation in her expression, and those who know the woman know that the calmer the woman is, the more vigilant the woman is.

Seeing that the woman didn't speak, the little monk of Huikong nodded kindly, looked at Zhao Kai, hesitated, and walked in front of Zhao Kai, but stopped five meters in front of Zhao Kai.

Huikong seemed to be a little frightened by Zhao Kai's fierce appearance, his eyes were a little evasive, repeating what he had just said to the woman.

"Amitabha, the female donor is good, the little monk Huikong, is the novice of the nearby Lingshi Temple, today went up the mountain to collect medicine, saw two donors drifting in the river, the Buddha said: save a life is better than build a seven-level floating slaughter, for the monks, not visible death is not saved, so they followed all the way to here, the two donors were rescued, Huikong and the family teacher were relieved."

Zhao Kai was not as suspicious as a woman, threw away the wooden stick in his hand, and replaced his fierce and evil appearance with kind eyebrows, his hands folded, and he looked like a little monk, his hands were folded, and he said, "Master Huikong, the monks do good deeds and accumulate virtues, and now they are in trouble, I don't know if I can borrow your temple to spend one night and beg for food." ”

When the little monk heard this, he couldn't make the decision, so he turned his head and looked at the old monk, Zhao Kai's voice was not small, and the old monk also heard it, nodded to the little monk, and signaled that it was okay.

The little monk turned around, "Amitabha, since the donor does not dislike it, Huikong and the family teacher have no reason to refuse." ”

Zhao Kai smiled, "Master Huikong, can you help me, I have been floating in the river for so long, and my legs are a little weak." You are lonely, the young lady warms you with a movie