Chapter 884 The thief is bald, and the old lady dies without regrets (ask for subscription, reward)

Seeing Gu Bei, Zhao Zhijing's desperate eyes bloomed with a strong hope, rubbed his hands, and said with a flattering smile.

But he immediately saw a tangled expression on Gu Bei's face, and said in his heart: Are you making trouble like that, whether you help or not, give me a letter.

Just when Zhao Zhijing couldn't help it and was about to open his mouth to ask, he saw Gu Bei raise his arm, pointed to the east of the void, and said indifferently: "I think, you should think about it now, what to do, it's really not good, just let it go." Sometimes, it is not a shameful thing for a man to slap it. ”

"What kind of person is Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu is a dignified Zhao Zhijing, an eight-foot man, how can he surrender without a fight!" Zhao Zhijing straightened his waist, with a resolute attitude of being strong and stubborn.

"The Red Whisk Girl is not bad-looking, she is more than enough for your old boy, I don't understand, why don't you want to?" Gu Bei shook his head and sighed.

In Gu Bei's opinion, the Red Whisk Girl is indeed good and infatuated with this fake monk, and she can chase him for decades without changing until death, this feeling is ...... It's really heavy.

It is estimated that even if it is a 10,000-year-old stubborn stone, it will be melted.

But Zhao Zhijing swore to death!

"Are you old boy...... That aspect...... Can't do it?!"

Gu Bei seemed to have discovered a big secret, and his eyes looked at Zhao Zhijing's lower body somewhere with interest.

Zhao Zhijing put his legs together, his hands were even more nervously covering a place unique to men, his neck was stalked, and he glared angrily: "Who said that Lao Tzu can't do that, Lao Tzu is in the pink hut, and he can not come out for three days and three nights." ”

Once, in order to avoid the woman, Zhao Zhijing, the old guy, really ran to the pink hut in the bustling city and stayed for three days and three nights.

Although he didn't ask the girl to serve in it, he just asked for a house, drank and slept, but it was also his great achievement.

Those three days of leisure can be described as a race against the gods.

It's just that she still couldn't escape the powerful divine sense of the Red Whisk Girl, and she broke in all of a sudden, ignoring the fact that the room next to her was humming and stealing men and women, and pulled out the disheveled Zhao Zhijing.

was also interrogated by the girl: "Tell me honestly, did you mess around in it, who did you do it with, the old lady will kill her now, and then castrate you and bury her!"

Zhao Zhijing was so scared that it was a whole week, and when he slept, he covered his crotch with both hands, for fear that when he woke up, he would become a eunuch.

"Well!! Zhao Zhijing, what do you say again, when will you go to the pink hut with your mother on your back!"

At this time, it was the east of the void of Gu Bei's finger that a red-clothed figure appeared strangely, the red skirt was drumming, making a fierce sound, mixed with the momentum of wind and thunder, and flew towards Zhao Zhijing.

"Oh mom, young master, you don't pay attention to it, lie to Lao Tzu!"

Zhao Zhijing looked at this posture, muttered angrily, turned around and ran.

But when he turned around, he just hit his head on a body like an iron wall.

Zhao Zhijing's bare head was stunned for a while, his eyes were small stars, and his body stepped back seven or eight steps.

"Donor, the eight precepts of Buddhism, you first broke the wine and meat precepts!

A faint voice that was neither sad nor happy, containing the rhyme of Buddha, came from the iron wall-like body.

Zhao Zhijing raised his head, his eyes condensed in a trance, and then he saw that the person in front of him was actually a bald head like himself.

It's just that there are nine dots on the head of this bald head, and these nine dots are faintly flashing with Buddha light, shining brightly.

At this moment, the old monk's face was full of red, and he held the Buddha ceremony in one hand, and his face was extremely pious.

His own momentum is at least the peak realm of Yuanying, but the body of the monk on the other side is harder than steel, and he bounced himself back.

And when he searched for it at the moment, he couldn't see his cultivation at all, what is it?

Zhao Zhijing immediately looked horrified.

"Bald donkey, you dare to hurt the old lady's man. Ah, look for a beating!"

A red shadow flickered and moved, passing Zhao Zhijing in an instant, and with a fierce momentum, he attacked straight towards the unfathomable monk.

The jade hand was as smooth as jade, containing a strong palm power, mixed with the momentum of shattering the void, and slapped towards the other party's bright head.

However, the monk only raised his eyelids slightly, still his hands did not move, and his eyes seemed to be filled with compassion to look at Zhao Zhijing: "Donor, you have not only committed the precept of wine and meat, but also the first of the eight precepts! Buddhism, it is impossible to keep you!"

As soon as the monk's words fell, the palm of the Red Whisk Girl also attacked twenty centimeters above his bright head.

However, the palm of the red-haired girl could no longer get closer, and the bald-headed monk suddenly burst into a burst of pure Buddha light around him, and forcibly shook the red-haired girl out.

The figure of the red-haired woman threw away, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of the air, revealing a touch of jealousy in her beautiful eyes.

Seeing this, Zhao Zhijing didn't have time to think about it, his body flickered, and he flew towards the flying red whisk girl in an instant, and hugged the red whisk girl before she fell to the ground: "Mother-in-law, how are you?"

Falling in love and killing each other is the situation of the two at this moment.

"Damn, this bald donkey is better than you!"

The corner of the red whisk's mouth spilled blood, and as soon as she spoke, she ruined the beautiful atmosphere.

The female man never knows what hypocrisy is, and she is the kind of person who is a red-whisk girl.

"This benefactor should not stay for the sake of seducing Buddhist disciples. At this time, the bald monk was expressionless, his right hand was raised, full of Buddha light blooming, and suddenly slapped towards the Red Whisk Girl and Zhao Zhijing.

His hand seemed to be silent, but Zhao Zhijing and the Red Whisk Girl turned pale in an instant at this moment, and the horror in their eyes could not be concealed.

Hiss~ This bald donkey is going to be killed.

The movement here had already attracted the onlookers of a group of cultivators, but seeing that the Lord of the Communists was also beside him, none of them dared to step forward and approach.

With the co-lord here, what problems can't be solved?

"Thief bald, before the old lady died, she finally fulfilled her wish. At least...... Die in your arms!" The horror in the eyes of the red-haired woman was only for a moment, and the jade hand was raised and stroked on Zhao Zhijing's face, revealing a touch of satisfaction on her pretty face.

"Thief mother-in-law, I didn't expect Lao Tzu to escape for a lifetime, but after all, he couldn't escape your clutches. Don't be so stupid in the next life, Lao Tzu is not worthy of your infatuated love!"

Zhao Zhijing looked at the woman in red in his arms affectionately, and his breath suddenly agitated, wanting to use the last strength of his life to throw the red whisk girl out of his arms.

At the same time, Zhao Zhijing moved his footsteps, forcibly rushed out of this powerful coercive confinement, opened his mouth and spurted blood, and his back met the Buddha palm that attacked from behind.

"Thief bald, don't be~"

The red-whisked woman struggled, her tears fell down with a brush, and she shouted hoarsely, not allowing Zhao Zhijing to protect herself.

Seeing that the palm was still a foot away, it was about to shoot on Zhao Zhijing's back, a figure flickered and moved, one arm flickered, and an indifferent voice came out: "Now you are also a traitor to Buddhism, not much different from Zhao Zhijing, why hurt each other!"

As Gu Bei's voice fell, the irresistible Buddha palm disappeared silently.

The bald monk's expression was obviously stunned, and then a trace of jealousy appeared in his eyes: "Gu Shizhu, I ......" (https:)

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