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Miao Yun was mercilessly thrown to the ground, unable to move.

Smiling, Ming Zhen stretched out his little hand to relieve his dumb hole, and then unscrupulously groped inside the clothes of this beautiful girl.

After a while, he seemed to say to himself, "Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate. ”

The little monk said mercy in his mouth, but he was not merciful at all.

I saw his little hand raised, and Miaoyun's gray plain skirt was ruthlessly torn and slowly fell from the air.

Plain skirts, corsets......

In the blink of an eye, this beautiful lady was stripped of everything, leaving only the thin gray silk wrapped around a pair of slender legs, and even the pair of exquisite embroidered shoes on the jade feet were taken off.

No, no, or no......

Mingzhen's little face became more and more ugly, and his eyes became colder and colder, except for the smile full of compassion but for some reason it became brighter and brighter.

The autumn wind blew and blew off the pine leaves.

Under the moonlight, Miaoyun lay on the ground with a pale face, not caring at all about the humiliation she was suffering, and was speechless.

After a long time, she suddenly smiled, very softly, very charmingly.

She thought of the little villain, of the fool, of that kiss not so long ago......

Ming Zhen was puzzled and said, "What is the donor laughing at?" ”

Miao Yun whispered, "You don't understand. ”

Ming Zhen knelt beside her, stroked her cheek with his little hand, looked at it carefully, and said seriously: "If the donor doesn't say it, how can you know that the little monk doesn't understand." ”

Miao Yun sighed lightly and said, "Because I don't even understand myself, how can you understand as a monk." ”

Ming Zhen said: "All the ways of doing things are like dream bubbles, like dew and electricity, and they are regarded as such." ”

After a pause, he looked at Miao Yun and said meaningfully: "The donor is in good shape." ”

Miao Yun smiled gently and said, "Little monk, you seem to be in love." ”

Mingzhen smiled and said, "The Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell." ”

Miao Yun chuckled and said, "Are the monks so brazen? ”

Ming Zhen didn't care, and said bluntly: "That map will bring disaster to the donor, let the little monk bear it." ”

Miao Yun looked at the bright moon and stars in the night sky, a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, and said, "Little monk, do you really want it?" ”

Mingzhen clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha." ”

Miao Yun smiled inexplicably and said, "Go find the heir of Xiao Li Feidao." ”

Ming Zhen paused and said, "Can the donor's words be serious?" ”

Miao Yun said: "Who can tell the truth from the false." ”

As she spoke, she looked at Mingzhen and said, "You don't have a choice, do you?" ”

Ming Zhen lowered his eyebrows, and after a moment of silence, he said: "Please also ask the donor to go all the way, the little monk will chant for the donor." ”

Miaoyun's eyes slowly closed, and she couldn't help but sigh again in her heart.

Little villain, how nice would it be if you could show up now......

With a sound of "Amitabha", Mingzhen's small palm slowly pressed towards Miaoyun's smooth forehead.

Under the bright moonlight, a gust of autumn wind blew, gently ruffling Miaoyun's hair.

The leaves fall, the knife arrives, and the palm stops.

Is it dead...... Still not dead......

Miaoyun's eyes opened, looked at the familiar back in front of her, and smiled stupidly.

She didn't die because he came......

Ming Zhen didn't know when he had already retreated into the distance, his heart was full of fear, his little hands trembled slightly, and the slightest blood slowly dripped from his wrists.

Almost enough, his hand was gone.

Even now, this hand of his is considered useless, and he will never be able to use any martial arts in the future.

However, if this is the legendary Xiao Li Flying Knife, it will be too disappointing for him.

If you don't use the power of heaven and earth, can't you kill even time?

Perhaps, he has not yet used the full power of time......

Xinghuan suddenly sighed, and didn't look back: "Even if you die, you still don't give up and cause me trouble." ”

Behind her, Miao Yun let the autumn breeze dry her tears of surprise and said, "Auntie just wants you to hate you more, so that you will remember Auntie and never forget." ”

Xinghuan was silent, and his heart was mixed.

What a crazy woman......

After a pause, he looked at the little monk not far away, sucked the time in his hand casually, and said, "Monk, I'm in a bad mood." ”

Mingzhen said: "Amitabha, donor......"

Putting the time on his waist, Xinghuan changed to a more ordinary-looking flying knife, and interrupted: "I want to kill more when I'm in a bad mood, so you really deserve to die." ”

Ming's heart is dignified.

Miao Yun smiled even happier.

In an instant, Ming Zhen jumped up and palmed out.

At the same time, Xinghuan waved his hand and the knife arrived.

Ming Zhen suddenly had an extra throwing knife on his throat, so he died, dead in mid-air.

Although he died, he managed to use the Nyorai Divine Palm before he died.

As the little hand pressed through the air, the heavens and the earth seemed to be stunned, and an invisible palm force fell on the top of Xinghuan's head, instantly penetrating his whole body.

After a pause, Xinghuan couldn't help but spit blood and fell to his knees.

His current appearance is very miserable, not only is the seven orifices bleeding, but the meridians in his body have also been shattered......

If it comes to the palm of God, it really deserves its name.

If it weren't for the fact that his body had been nourished by the spirit and spirit, if it weren't for the immortal technique, he would have died under this palm long ago.

Even if he is not dead now, he is far from death.

His body was far more fragile than he had imagined, and under the cold poison and the Divine Palm of Rulai, it seemed that he couldn't hold out for long.

If it weren't for blood, he wouldn't have lasted long.

But his luck was good, and it just so happened that he had such a blood food in front of him.

Or is it the best blood food......

Coughing and wheezing, Xinghuan's gaze fell on the small corpse not far away.

It's just that he's tired now, really tired.

Miaoyun looked at the palm prints on the ground beside her in a daze, muttered, prayed, and said, "Little villain, don't you die, okay......"

She wants to move, she wants to move......

But she couldn't......

Duan Zifei's internal strength is no worse than her, and she won't be able to solve it for a while.

Under the pine tree, Xinghuan knelt on the ground motionless, as if dead.

Silently, Miao Yun smiled, suddenly spat out blood, and finally moved her fingers.

In addition to solving the acupoints by hand, there is also a faster way to solve the acupoints.

Self-destruct meridians!

The internal force is more time-consuming, and the advantage is that it will only damage a little meridians, and it can be completely restored after a few days of cultivation.

Self-destructing meridians is a simpler, rougher, and more direct method of internal force punching acupoints.

Although it is fast, the process is unbearable, not to mention, the meridians will be destroyed, and they will be completely wasted.

If you want to fix it, it's hard to get to the sky.

Even so, Miao Yun chose this method without hesitation.

Chivalrous rivers and lakes, grievances and hatreds.

Some people just think it's a game and have occasional fun at their leisure.

But some people experience another life as if it were a real world.

Especially for those who always live with a mask in reality, they prefer to live in this world.

Because here, they are able to live a more authentic version of themselves.