It's hard to calculate how many people the mandrill's monkey has killed before, and it's not easy to ask, it must be a lot, otherwise it wouldn't make this monk so angry.

"Get out of here!" Seeing that the monkey over there was about to make a move again, the mandrill smashed the ice cube in his arms, and of course he couldn't throw such a heavy thing far, so it smashed into the position between the two of them and shattered into slag.

However, the monkey was still suppressed by his roar, and the stick that was about to be smashed on the old man's head stopped in mid-air, but did not turn his head to look at its owner, but only fixed its eyes on the old man's body, and seemed to think a lot in his head, and as if he had not thought of anything, and finally took the stick, and turned away, without the slightest nostalgia.

The mandrill looked at the back, gasped for a while, and then calmed down the anger in his heart a little, and leaned down to help the old man on the ground up.

Otherwise, how did the monkey say that this monk's brain is sometimes not good, what kind of old man can be the old man who can appear here, he has forgotten how this guy stood with the purple-robed man before?

The mandrill had not forgotten, but at this moment the compassion in his heart seemed to have overcome that thought, caring for the elderly, which was what his master taught him every day, and he has not forgotten it until today.

The burial valley who was picked up looked at the person in front of him, obviously a little surprised, the mandrill ignored his gaze and folded his hands, "Amitabha, the donor has offended a lot, please forgive me." ”

Fugu looked at the young man and was stunned for a moment, then he was amused, and looked in the direction where the monkey left, "You monkey, you have a lot of personality." ”

The mandrill's heart was in pain, and his face was somewhat expressive, and the slightly twisted brow already explained the troubles in his heart, and he didn't want to say anything more, so he turned around and went over to the dead corpse over there.

The monkey sitting on the high snowy cliff looked at the few figures below, faced the old man's gaze at him, and returned it with a bared tooth grimace, and the miscellaneous hair on one head was blown upside down from his head by the wind, covering his eyes, and the old man's heart trembled a little, it was really ugly.

The monkey of the mandrill is ugly or not completely in the personal aesthetics, this is understandable, people look at it ugly, it itself looks at itself handsome, against the backdrop of the wind, it is more bleak, bleak eyes to the distance, the stacked snow cliffs are connected one by one, from this angle it seems that you can also see the red light of the east, a group of small beans coming in from the outside pick up their own little red lights on the snow cliff jumping, looking at this side.

Looking at a group of little dolls, the corners of the monkey's mouth hooked up a smile, but he didn't know whether it was disdain or contempt or something else, he looked down at the people below, and the people who were overdone sat there and were overdone, and they couldn't see what the people behind them were going to do.

Banyuanjun is dead, how can the burial valley who is with him laugh like his appearance, a good young man, he was killed by a monkey, how can he lose his share, the monkey is the person in front of him, then his debt will be repaid.

Burial Valley quietly walked to the back of the mandrill, looking at the warm smile on his face, and the heat that instantly gathered in his hand shone on the bald head below and smashed down, he wanted to see how powerful the monkey above was, could it be that it could still block his palm?

The bet of the burial valley was a little abrupt, which was a little inconsistent with his usual style, and the rouge snow over there looked a little surprised, in order to wait for her to come back from the surprise, the palm wind of the burial valley was blocked in this way.

The monkey protector must be needless to say, but this time it seems to be a little slower, or rather, the speed of the burial valley is a little faster than that of Banyuanjun, the monkey failed to use his own stick to cut off the palm wind, but used his body to block all the front of the mandrill, and as a result, he was beaten and vomited old blood, and his body smashed on the back of the person behind him, and fell down again.

Without waiting for the mandrill to react, the monkey who fell to the ground kicked sideways, forced the burial valley to retreat a few steps, fighting the only breath left in the stomach, the monkey turned over again, and attacked one after another.

The monkey who tried his last breath finally couldn't support it, and fell to his knees, a face that was hideous because of the struggle, and he couldn't tell whether it was ugly or handsome, which always made people look terrible from the bottom of their hearts.

When the mandrill came back from his stunned state, he almost ran to the monkey's side, the monkey's pupils had dilated, the stick in his hand had been broken into two, and his slightly open mouth was dripping with blood, which was connected to the snow below, dyed a large piece of red.

The mandrill's heart was almost on strike, and the guy in front of him was stunned with a pair of eyes, and he couldn't even call its name, and the little beans who came from a distance ran one after another, looking at the scene in front of them one by one, their eyes were round, although the monkeys despised them on weekdays, but at this moment, looking at its appearance, they all pounced on it and cried.

The merciful mandrill turned his head to look at the people over there, "Why?"

The same question as an idiot, Fugu was surprised, covering his injured shoulder, his face with a warm smile became cold, and the corners of the opposite person's mouth were hooked up with a smile, and he really wanted to scold him for being stupid, but because of his identity, it was difficult to speak, and in the end he left a mysterious smile, raised his other hand, and wanted to kill this monk.

Originally, the ice crystals had been taken out, and the mandrill would not come to this point again, but fate tricked him, he was going to be killed by others at this time, and he didn't expect to dodge when he saw the wind of others, and the little beans who pounced on the monkey reacted quickly, and pushed their master to the side in time, but where could they hide, but as a result, the palm wind of the people blew up and flew all over the sky as if it were blooming, and fell all over the ground.

The little doll can't compare to the monkey's resistance to falling, rubbing a little skin and crying, the nervous mandrill lying on the snow, seems to have encountered a contradiction in his cultivation at this time, how can he not solve it, his expression is very confused, his mood is very low, and his heart is very conflicted, so that he can't hear the cries of the little beans around him.

The snow in the sky is falling, and it is getting tighter and tighter, Rouge Xue stands in the white vastness, quietly looking into the distance, I don't know what she will think, the burial valley of the mandrill, the palm wind has broken through the chaotic snow, and the cold light swept through the monkey's godless eyes......