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Chapter 349: Monks don't speak

"All the donors present, do you want the poor monks to do the same?"

Seeing that thousands of people were looking at him, the fat monk of the empty ring felt in his heart, thinking that these people must also hope that he could temper them, and couldn't help grinning, very sincere.

"No...... No...... No! Master, you are busy, you are busy, and the juniors and others still left first. ”

When someone heard the fat monk's words, his face suddenly turned pale, and he bent down and nodded his head and said respectfully, almost kneeling and begging for mercy. In their ears, the fat monk wanted to suppress himself and others, how could he not be afraid?

Immediately, many people fled into the distance in fear and panic, staggering and forgetting that they could fly in the air, and only hated that their parents did not give them two more legs, and ran with their lives.

"Hey! Why did they all run away? The poor monk is so kind, is it so scary? The fat monk pursed his lips, a little dissatisfied that these people were so afraid of him, and said to himself.

There were many people present, all of whom bent over and did not dare to look directly at the fat monk. As for escaping, they also thought, but they were afraid of upsetting the fat monk's heart, and they would be slapped to death with a slap on their hands, which would be very bitter.

Therefore, the people who are still here have no bottom in their hearts, so they can only maintain a respectful posture and keep their mouths shut.

Although Qing Shushuang, the general of the Snow Country, has fought all his life, he has never seen such a strong man, and his delicate body is constantly trembling, fearing that if such a strong man is not good for the Snow Country, the consequences are unpredictable.

"I don't know that the seniors are respectful, it is a faux pas for the juniors and others, and I hope the seniors don't have to worry about the juniors and others."

A middle-aged man was afraid that the fat monk was taking out his anger at them, so he plucked up the courage to bow down and compliment.

The meaning of these words is obvious, you are a high-ranking senior, no matter what, a group of us are just standing and watching the play, so don't worry about our group of juniors, lose your identity.

"The poor monks have said that they must be calm, and they have to do it, alas!" The fat monk glanced at Ding Pengsheng, who was still half-kneeling on the ground, and shook his head bitterly: "The world is confused! The poor monk did not know how long it would take to educate the world. ”

In the crowd, Gu Hengsheng obviously didn't guess that the fat monk would solve Ding Pengsheng so easily, which was unexpected.

"This monk is so weird, I can't see his depth at all." Gu Hengsheng squinted his eyes, unable to see through the slightest depth of the fat monk of the empty ring.

The fat monk did not forget what he promised Gu Hengsheng, and slowly walked towards the position of the Thrilling Sword, intending to stretch out his right hand and pull the Thrilling Sword out of the snowdrift.

However, just as the fat monk was about to release Gu Hengsheng's breath of blood, a snow-white shadow quickly floated in front of the fat monk.

The fairy in white, Li Qiurou, she didn't hesitate to stop the fat monk's progress.

"What is this going on, fairy? Does she still want to stop this senior? Someone asked himself in fear after a clenched throat and a tremolo.

"This is the senior who can suppress Ding Lao! Is the fairy really dead? Even if the fairy is the wife of that person, will this senior be merciful? ”

"Fairy, come back quickly! If this senior insists on acting, the fairy can't stop it, don't hurt yourself because of it. Qing Shushuang, the general of the Snow Country, was a little worried that Li Qiurou would be hurt, and couldn't help but exhort loudly.

The white-clothed fairy Li Qiurou flinched because of everyone's remarks, she unswervingly blocked the path of the fat monk, and Gu Hengsheng's white slender figure kept appearing in front of her eyes.

She believed that Gu Hengsheng would come back one day, and if he came back, he would definitely be unhappy if he found that his matching sword was defiled by thieves. So, she had to do everything she could to get the sword back and ...... Wait for him to come home.

"Female benefactor, you quickly get out of the way, the poor monk will definitely be earth-shattering when he draws his sword later, don't hurt you." The fat monk whispered to the white-clothed fairy Li Qiurou.

"Senior, I won't let it." Li Qiurou's teeth clenched and bit her lips, and she had already prepared for the worst.

When she came, Li Qiurou already knew that her trip would definitely be extremely difficult, but she didn't expect that it would be more dangerous than she imagined. From the beginning of Ding Pengsheng, to the unfathomable monk.

Li Qiurou knew that with her own ability, she would definitely not be able to bring back the sword, but she still would not retreat timidly, because this was her belief. Like him, he did everything he could to lead the battle of the Heavenly Ruins, but also to save himself and allow himself to speak.

Unfortunately, when she opened her eyes, he was no longer there. Moreover, he had never heard her voice.

Now this sword is the only thing he left in the world, and it is the only sustenance and longing in the depths of her heart.

"Female donor, if you don't get out of the way, how can the poor monk take the sword?" The fat monk scratched his bald head and said helplessly.

"The senior's cultivation is exquisite, I know that I am invincible, if the predecessor insists on taking my husband's things, then step on my corpse!" The fairy in white shook her head slightly, expressing her resolute belief.

What does the benefactor mean by this? The poor monk just wanted to take the sword, and quickly ended this cause and effect and went to drink, why did he have to step on the corpse of the female benefactor again? That's no joke. ”

The fat monk of the empty ring wanted to cry without tears, he just wanted to take out the sword, send Li Qiurou back quickly, and then ask Gu Hengsheng for the promised thirty altars of disgusting wine.

It's easy for a poor monk to do a good deed! Why do you still question the poor monk like that?

Wrong!

Poor monks have always done good deeds, but the world doesn't understand it.

"The predecessors took the sword and left, it is tantamount to cutting off my thoughts and burning my thoughts, it is better to kill me here and bury me in this vast snow." Li Qiurou's eyebrows and eyes glanced at the Shocking Sword, and her heart got a trace of belonging, and said solemnly.

"Who is going to take the sword and leave? The poor monk wants to help the female benefactor get the sword! The Buddha is above, and the poor monks really just want to do a good deed, is it so difficult? ”

It turned out that the female benefactor thought that she was the same as that Ding Pengsheng, which was too wrong to blame the poor monk. As soon as the fat monk thought of what he had agreed to Gu Hengsheng, he was extremely depressed.

"Huh? What did the seniors say? At this moment, not only Li Qiurou was stunned, but even thousands of people including Qing Shushuang, who was thousands of miles away, were all stunned.

"When did the poor monk say that he was going to take his sword and leave? This sword is useless to the poor monk, besides, this sword is not rare, it is better than a glass of turbid wine. ”

The fat monk of the empty ring directly belittled the Shocking Sword, and pouted nonchalantly and said.

"This ......" Li Qiurou was a little confused, staring at the fat monk of the empty ring and said, "Senior, isn't he joking with me?" ”

"Don't worry, the poor monk is a monk and never speaks." The fat monk folded his hands and opened his mouth in a serious manner.

"......" Everyone subconsciously glanced at Ding Pengsheng.