In recent years, nunchucks have also become popular in monk fights?

It's a special girl!

I looked at the bald monk opposite me dumbfounded, his face was indifferent, as if he didn't smash the pair of nunchucks on Tu Sihai's skull just now.

"Amitabha, donor, Buddha can't stand it anymore." The bald monk held a nunchuck, and rushed to Tu all over the world.

"Groove Nima ......" Tu Sihai stood up with his head covered, and opened his mouth to scold again.

Boom!

The bald monk grabbed the nunchucks and smashed them on Tu Sihai's skull, blood splashed, Tu Sihai once again covered his skull and squatted on the ground with a scream of "ah".

"Amitabha, donor, Buddha really can't stand it." The bald monk shook his head again.

"Dead bald donkey, you are looking for death!" Tu Sihai is also a tiger, his braincase is bloody, and he doesn't admit it at all.

Boom!

The bald monk smashed a pair of nunchucks on Tu Sihai's skull, Tu Sihai let out a scream like killing a pig, and blood splashed the bald monk's face, but the bald monk didn't care at all, and clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, donor, Buddha really can't stand it." ”

"Dead bald donkey, I am the protector of the Ghost Sect, you beat me? Look for death! Tu Sihai didn't know what to think, squatting on the ground and holding his head and roaring.

As soon as the words fell, the bald monk suddenly roared: "Uncle you, what are you beeping?" Let's get started! The Buddha can watch it, but the poor monk can't stand it either! ”

While roaring, the bald monk was like a mad dog, picking up the nunchucks and slashing Tu Sihai on his head and face.

Bang bang bang......

Tu Sihai was completely paralyzed on the ground, curled up in a ball with his hands on his head, like a dead dog, screaming incessantly.

The bald monk held the nunchucks and smashed them on Tu Sihai like a storm, Tu Sihai didn't even have a chance to fight back, clusters of blood were sprinkled, and the bald monk was splashed all over his body, but the bald monk didn't care at all, while chanting "Amitabha Buddha", he picked up the nunchucks and beat Tu Sihai.

I saw that my two waists were tight on the spot, and I was about to pee, I strangled me, is this a monk? Why is it so violent, so bloody?

What does this Nima mean while reciting "Amitabha" while beating people to death?

I stared at the blood-stained monk outside the villa, while chanting "Amitabha" while beating the bald monk all over the world, I felt cold, my scalp was numb and paralyzed, how can I compare, this bald monk looks like a cult person?

After more than 30 sticks, Tu Sihai was completely paralyzed in a pool of blood on the ground and did not move, the bald monk finally stopped, pointed at Tu Sihai on the ground and scolded: "Trough your grandma's legs, let you stop swearing, just don't listen, the poor monk can't bear it!" ”

I looked at Tu Sihai lying in a pool of blood, my eyes were about to fall out, Yaya's legs were just scrapped?

Anyway, it's the protector of the Ghost Sect, why did you cut your head and cover your face and beat the nunchucks and scrap them? And from beginning to end, Tu Sihai didn't even have a chance to fight back, this Nima is too faceless!

Just thinking about it, the bald monk threw the nunchucks to the ground, folded his hands, and solemnly recited "Amitabha" and walked towards me.

To be honest, if it weren't for seeing this monk paint all over the world with my own eyes, plus he was now wearing a white suit stained with blood, I wouldn't have believed that this monk would be so cruel.

As far as his appearance is harmless and handsome, no matter how you look at it, you feel that he is a high-ranking monk.

I was stunned, and the bald monk had already walked in front of me and bowed his head slightly: "Amitabha." ”

I came back to my senses suddenly, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked at the bald monk in front of me, his fair and handsome face was stained with blood, and at the same time as I looked at him, he suddenly grinned, showing his white teeth: "Sin sin, sin, donor smiled." ”

I shivered violently, if it weren't for the tight clamping of the kidneys, I would have to pee out!

It was terrifying enough to have blood on his face, and he suddenly smiled.

Yaya's legs are more exciting than hitting ghosts!

It's like facing a pervert who dies!

I subconsciously clenched my fists, in case this monk is red-eyed, and even I want to die, I have to give him a fist to resist!

"Amitabha, the donor's injury is not light." Just as he was worried, the bald monk suddenly said.

The corners of my mouth twitched, girl's legs, isn't this nonsense?

Lao Tzu is now bleeding from the back of his hands, can the injury be light?

But I didn't dare to say this, in case this monk was provoked, he turned around and beat me with a nunchuck, I was not sure that I would live.

"The donor is afraid of the poor monk?" The bald monk asked me with a murderous and perverted smile.

I had the heart to cry to death on the spot, can I not be afraid?

Tu Sihai! The protector of the Ghost Sect!

Then Hubi's character was scrapped by this guy's nunchucks, a monk! Who is not afraid of such a pervert?

"Amitabha, donors don't need to be afraid." The bald monk said indifferently, "Just now it was just the poor monk's courage and excitement, and the poor monk is usually very kind." ”

My heart thrashed fiercely, Lao Tzu believes in your evil!

If you take a wooden fish and fight with Tu Sihai to win the battle, I believe you are righteous and brave, but you cut your head and cover your face and beat people with nunchucks, and the scene of blood splashing, this Nima is even more ferocious than Tu Sihai!

"Amitabha, is the benefactor a yin?" The bald monk suddenly saw the Yin Decree on the ground and asked me.

I swallowed a mouthful of saliva and nodded, "Yes, yes." ”

Speaking of conscience, I met Tu Sihai, the cult protector, who was not so nervous in the face of a bald monk.

"Dare to ask the name of the donor." The bald monk gave me a look.

"Chen, Chen Feng." My voice trembled.

"Chen Feng? Good name. The bald monk smiled slightly, just like a dead pervert, and said: "The poor monk is called the three precepts." ”

"Three precepts?" I was stunned for a moment.

The bald monk explained with a smile: "The so-called three precepts are to abstain from killing, lust, and anger. ”

I was speechless for a while, and I didn't know who the master of the bald monk was, and he was blind to give the bald monk such a legal name, just the posture of the bald monk just now, which of the three precepts did he?

"Amitabha, does the donor need the poor monk to take the donor to the hospital?" The monk of the three precepts said.

I hurriedly shook my head: "No, no! ”

I wanted someone to be sent to the hospital, but I saw the cruelty of the Sanjie monk just now, so I directly linked him with a murderous pervert, and I didn't have the courage to let him send it.

"Amitabha, the red dust is rolling, the poor monk is leaving, donor, goodbye." After speaking, the monk of Sanjie turned around and walked towards the villa.

I looked at his back, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, Yaya's legs, but it was gone, just a moment ago, I was really worried that the buddy would be excited, pick up the nunchucks and beat me and Yushu to death.

But how to say it, although these three-precept monks are a little perverted, they did save me, and I am still a little grateful to him.

I pulled out my phone and dialed 120, but when I hung up, I always felt like something was missing.

I subconsciously looked into the room, and the moment my eyes looked out through the door of the villa, I was stunned on the spot...... It's gone!

(End of chapter)