But he actually cursed the princess for the rest of her life, and she was bumpy for half her life, that is, she was insulting the princess, and the lord humiliated the ministers to death.

The faces of the guards were not good-looking, and their faces were frosty, and they pulled out their weapons one after another and aimed at the monk in the middle.

The white-clothed monk regarded all this as nothing, and only stared at Xiling Lan: "Female donor, please also ask the female donor to take off her hat, and the little monk will look at the photo again." ”

Wipe! Brothers, the guy and take out this bald ass! It's so hateful, first curse your own heroine in front of everyone, and then you have to tease/play your own heroine in public, you want to see your face, are our brothers dead? Zi Eleven's anger burned from the soles of his feet to the top of his head at once, and with one look, all the guards rushed up.

I only heard the sound of a tooth-sore fist hitting the **, and a cadre of guards surrounded the white-clothed monk in the center, waved their fists one by one, raised their feet, and beat them to the most painful place in the human body.

However, everyone is measured, and beating people is only painful, but it will not hurt people at all, so I heard the white-clothed monk screaming in pain, holding his head in his hands, and shouting in embarrassment: "Don't hit your face, don't hit your face-", and there were people who were not afraid of death around them, pointing and pointing.

"Alright." Xiling Lan saw that the lesson was almost over, and the monk was skilled, but he was beaten by the guards, and he didn't have the slightest heart to resist, he only covered his head and screamed, looking like he was being slaughtered, and he was really embarrassed to beat him again.

Although the eleventh and other guards were unwilling, since the master had spoken, they all happily withdrew and retreated behind Xiling Lan.

The white-clothed monk raised his head at this time, because he only protected his face, so a handsome face was unscathed, but the snow-white robe was covered with large and small footprints, and he looked very embarrassed, especially the monk was still innocent, and there was no grievance and anger in his eyes, just like distant mountains and autumn waters.

Xiling Lan was still a little suspicious, but after seeing the monk's pure eyes, it also dissipated, his anger also dissipated, and the person was beaten, nodded at the monk, raised his feet and left.

Zi Eleven and Tang Yuan and other guards were on the left and right, and they swarmed away.

didn't go far, Xiling Lan stopped helplessly and turned back, "How long are you going to follow?" ”

White-clothed, uh, now the gray-clothed monk rubbed the quilt eleven and kicked his waist with a ruthless foot, and looked at Xiling Lan pitifully: "Female donor, even if you are full of evil spirit, don't be afraid, there is a little monk here, chanting by your side every day, the donor will put down the butcher's knife again, cultivate life, within twenty years, the little monk promises, the donor's whole body will be purified of anger and sin." ”

The corners of Xiling Lan's mouth twitched, is this monk relying on himself? Spend more than 20 years chanting with yourself every day? Is she really a vicious and sinful star? Why don't you just get a tower to suppress her?

Too lazy to say it, Xiling Lan flew up directly, and everyone only saw a figure flashing, and then the young monk flew to the end of the street in a way that soared through the clouds.

I only heard a muffled sound from afar, and then there was no sound, and the people on the street were dumbfounded, saying that the people of their Maojun were strong, but where did this come from, the little lady who looked soft and weak, was actually so strong? Kicking someone with one kick?