"Hey, what are you doing?" A fat, meaty-faced vicious monk had a very unpleasant smell on his body, like the smell of fermented sweat after not taking a bath for months. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

As soon as he got up from the bed, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw several civilians dressed plainly, whose clothes were tattered, and they could not even afford to wear clothes, gathered in a circle, and looked at him with their eyes open.

And beside him, the white flesh in his memory has disappeared.

When encountering such a situation, although he said that the second monk was confused and panicked in his heart, at least on the surface, he still looked very calm.

"You, and you! You people, you haven't paid your rent this year! What are you trying to do here? Why don't you go to work in the fields? Otherwise, when the 100 monks and soldiers of our temple kill your family and leave no place for you to be buried!" He looked intimidating, but he didn't make a move, which had already exposed the essence of his stubble.

They watched him talk to himself silently, and did not disturb him.

The fat monk saw this strange look: everyone was staring at him like a walking corpse full of vengeance, and there was a glimmer of hatred and anger in his eyes, and every one of them wanted to peel off his skin.

Among them, there were many tenant farmers who used to be in their temples, as well as yeoman farmers who were bullied, and heretics who were suppressed.

Each of them has one thing in common, that is, they hate their big group of monks to death, and they can't wait to peel off his skin and eat his flesh!

Seeing this, he felt empty in his heart.

"No, I'm afraid they came prepared...... I've got to strike first!" After saying that, he actually wanted to do it directly, wanting to kill all these people!

However, he really overestimated his own strength.

His strength is not bad, this is also a fact, however, it is just like this, in normal times, in the face of those mortals who do not have their strength, when fighting head-on, those mortals have no chance of winning at all.

Only by lying in ambush in some hard-to-see places, holding a quick knife, and waiting for it to pass by, take advantage of its surprise to sneak attack, so that it can cause damage and death.

Under normal circumstances, it is basically impossible, and there is an unbridgeable gap between mortals and these monks.

However, these people are not mortals at all.

He didn't realize it, and although he saw that their eyes were red, he didn't have any suspicions.

He also thought that it was this group of people who spontaneously came to surround him in anger.

In his heart, he was still wondering why these people didn't want to obediently take the last money and food to himself to paint the boat, and then starve to death at home? Why did these mud legs and cheap bones just rise up to rebel against him.

He just couldn't figure it out.

"Bah, you demons, punch me!" he yelled, emboldening himself.

Then, it was a punch that seemed unremarkable, but in fact it hid the divine power of King Kong to subdue demons.

However, this will not have any effect, the young man in the lead, gently stretched out a hand, spread his palm flat, and then directly wrapped his hand with lightning speed, and then slowly twisted, slowly twisted.

Until the tendons in his wrist could not bear it, he felt a terrible soreness in his wrist, followed by an unbearable pain, and the palm of his hand was already unable to move, barely feeling it.

"Ahh

"Does it hurt?" said the teenager on the other side, very disdainfully. "Isn't it painful? Don't worry, this pain won't be over yet, and that's what you deserve later." ”

After speaking, he twisted the monk's hand and walked directly to the backyard, where there was a small pond.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you going to do? Let go of me! Let go of me! You untouchables, if you dare to touch my finger again, the hundred and ten monks and soldiers of our temple will definitely kill your whole family of chickens and dogs!

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he had already directly pressed the monk's head directly into the water.

Then, the monk desperately struggled constantly, but was firmly grasped by the neck by the iron pincer-like arm, and he couldn't move.

I saw him like a fat maggot, constantly shaking his body ugly, squirming like trying to break free.

However, the young man who held his neck firmly held his neck and refused to let go.

After a while, he felt very painful.

The feeling of suffocation overwhelmed him, and the water, as well as the debris in the water, poured into his mouth and nose, surging directly towards his lungs.

This gave him a feeling of not being able to breathe, as well as suffocation.

At the same time, there is also the feeling of acid reflux that eating meat and eating gout does not necessarily cause, but this is the burning sensation caused by water pouring into the lungs, which is many times stronger than acid reflux!

He kept struggling, struggling, like an ugly white maggot, struggling and writhing in the water. It was so painful, he had never been so painful.

He was almost sure that he could be sure of one thing, and that was that the feeling of drowning him was definitely more terrible than death!

"Whoa

However, this still won't help.

At the end, his head was lifted, which gave him a little respite.

However, this little respite was also a terrible experience for him.

The water in his lungs, as well as the debris, did not come out at all, but remained inside, and he kept coughing, but he couldn't cough anything.

The feeling of itching, pain, swelling and heat in his lungs tortured him to the point of mental collapse.

At the same time, he was vomiting, vomiting, and spitting out gulps of water from his mouth.

It's like a machine that keeps spitting out the stagnant water in its body.

This mechanical repetition is itself a rather painful ordeal.