What does this mean?

This shows that my guess is right, I stood in place, did not move, motioned to Xiaopang to hold the body of the ninth master aside, and then said: "Monk, you are the one who buried the blood in the house."

"That's right. Is there anything you'd like to say? The bloody mole between his eyebrows moved, and the monk said coldly.

I looked him up and down, and the daughter-in-law of Old Man Chen described the same, from the appearance, this person is also in his thirties, broom eyebrows, triangular eyes, sideburns and beard stubble outline a faint layer of indigo on the corners of the lips, the bald head without a single hair is shiny, and his face is also covered with a layer of blue, the luster is not at all a living person can have, pale with a little cyan, cyan mixed with a little light blue, this color may be related to its special eating habits, Although I don't know if he needs a digestive system.

What's even more special is the "blood mole", which is larger than a fingernail and hangs in the middle of the two eyebrows.

"Who the hell are you?" Breaking the silence, I asked him pretending to be calm.

"What do you say?" Holding a string of prayer beads, he asked rhetorically with his other hand behind his back.

"We all know what you are now, but I can't figure it out, since you were a monk when you were alive, why did you do such a harmful deed? Zen disciples, should be compassionate, after so many years, don't you have this enlightenment? ”

"Huh." When the monk heard this, he sneered, turned his head to the side and explained with a thick disdain:

"Little donor, I think you have misunderstood, the poor monk is indeed a monk, but the poor monk is not from the Zen sect. Whether it is Zen Buddhism or Tantra, it is not more than Erer in the eyes of poor monks. You need to know that the patriarchal laws of the world are only hidden from people, and if you really think about it, many teachings will be difficult to stand. Just like this woman, no matter how good you are to her, she is not yours after all, and no matter how hard you try, it is useless. Like the skeleton behind you, you may not know, this person's surname is Yu, his life is strong, the word Xuanming, the son of Emperor Zhuan, born with divine power, quite supernatural, at the beginning of the flood is also a person who has repeatedly performed miraculous feats, some people call him the god of wind, and some people call him the god of the sea, but even if he has the merit of the world, he is not imprisoned here forever and cannot be reborn? Wind God and so, what can a mortal do? The poor monk did not want to entrust his life to others, nor did he want to lie on the board and let others slaughter him. Heaven is impermanent, how do you know that what you are doing is right? Isn't it the way of heaven? Becoming a king or losing a king is not reincarnation. I have killed countless people and done all the evil deeds, and it stands to reason that I should lay down the eighteenth layer of hell and never be reborn, but for decades, how can you endure me? Chen Daoling can't kill me, Jin Daoqing can't kill me, and even your Maoshan Sect Master can't do anything about me, what can you do? The ancients said that those who know the times are Junjie, and the poor monk sees that you are not like a muddy person, and he will capture the beaver and hand it over to me, and the poor monk will not break his word. ”

The monk paced, stretched out his palm and swore an oath, I was a little surprised to see him so eloquent, I immediately thought about it, shook my head and sighed: "You say this, it doesn't make any sense, I don't know what the way of heaven is, what you want to do, it has nothing to do with me." Jin Jiuye is already gone, it doesn't make sense for me to stay here any longer, you return Ding Ling to me first, as for this beaver, it doesn't matter to me that I can catch nature for you. Anyway, we can't escape if you're outside, let her go, is it possible, are you still afraid that the two of us will join you? Monk, I also need to advise you, a master must have the strength of a master, you are so careful, are you too unconfident. ”

"Hehe, what a sharp mouth." When the monk heard this, he smiled coldly, shook his bear-like burly figure and walked under the tree, pulled Ding Ling up, and threw her directly over.

I didn't expect him to be so direct, and hurriedly reached out to catch Ding Ling, but the monk's throwing angle was very tricky, I couldn't catch up at all, I was worried about whether this girl would fall to her death, but I saw her flying in the air and turned over suddenly, and before the person fell to the ground, a blue light went straight to the monk's face and suddenly flew out!

What is it!?

The monk was also startled, and hurriedly stepped back, relying on his own speed to reflect that he actually grabbed the thing while retreating, but he would never have thought that what Ding Ling threw out was a grenade! A grenade that has been counting for several seconds with the safety open!

I underestimated Ding Ling's mother too much, I thought that this girl was a big vase that was not worthy of the name, but I didn't think that in such a desperate situation, she would be able to think of such a "bad idea" that lacks morality!

And the most important point is that this girl's psychological element is simply too good to be scary, a normal grenade takes four to five seconds to explode, and I can clearly see that when the monk turned to look for her, she ripped the grenade's pull ring open, is this the rhythm of death!?

No, this is the time difference, Ding Ling knows very well that with this monk's ability, he can't tell what will happen if he gives him an extra second, she is doing this to gamble with her life.

Thinking of this, I admire it, she is worthy of being a killer, this girl is simply too fierce!

Anyway, just now I was looking for where the grenade I picked up, but it was missing at this time when it was placed in Xiaopang's backpack. I'm still wondering if they used it up when they were separated, but I didn't think about it, it turned out to be stolen by this girl!

Psychological changes are always very fast, but the actual operation is in a second, at the same time that the monk held the grenade in the palm of his hand with an incomparably strong reaction speed, the grenade with considerable lethality has exploded, a large fireball, rising up, the scorching gas Lang burst not far away, accompanied by a loud noise that was obviously a step late, and I fell to the ground directly in time to dodge.

"Boom—"

There was a buzzing sound in my ears, and the ground under my feet was also shaken, fortunately, the monk pinched it tightly, otherwise, I would have to let the shrapnel flying in the sky hurt, and I rolled up and stood up, I really wanted to pick up Ding Ling who was holding his shoulders and fell to the ground and kissed him, but I never expected that at this juncture, a roar broke out behind him, and he turned around, and the red-clothed monk was not dead!

He leaned against a big tree, half of his body had been blown up, and on the edge of the broken rotten flesh, a large amount of black juice continued to gush out, he gasped, smiled to himself, and said "looking for death" and then his figure flashed like a ghost.