Chapter Seventy-Two: The Poor Sour Monk
The group was soon on the road again.
It's just that the atmosphere is not as relaxed and comfortable as just now, but a little more tense and serious.
Everyone was more careful and rigorous than when they were guarding just now, and the weapons in their hands swung and smashed at suspicious places from time to time.
Li Yuanshi sat in the carriage, his eyes always paying attention to the scattered escort mercenaries, and his right hand clutched the long knife at his waist.
In the event of any unforeseen circumstances, he will always step in to protect the perimeter of the carriage.
This time, he will never be easily deceived by the other party's little trick of diverting the tiger from the mountain.
The only thing that remained unchanged in the team was the man in yellow sitting on the side of the carriage, and Lin An and Feng Xiaoxiao, who were still talking very casually.
For them, it's no surprise that they've experienced enough of this kind of thing.
To put it simply, I'm used to it.
Suddenly, a bush shook violently, and the surrounding mercenaries heard the movement and hurriedly drew their knives and pointed at the grass to secretly guard.
They did not expect that the enemy would come back so quickly.
But this time they won't be so careless!
Soon the dense grass stopped shaking, and two cute orange cats and rabbits jumped out of it.
It seems that there are two of them, one male and one female, and they may be doing that kind of racial event just now.
The mercenaries were slightly relieved, and their tense nerves relaxed.
Maintain this high level of concentration, I am afraid that before the enemy comes, they will collapse to the ground in fatigue.
The two orange cats and rabbits had obviously never seen this kind of battle, and they were frightened for a while.
Seeing this, the red-clothed mercenary stepped forward with a smile and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth.
This orange cat rabbit meat is delicious, and he likes this taste very much, especially the wild orange cat rabbit, which is more delicious and chewy.
The male orange cat rabbit came back to his senses, realized that the situation was not good, stretched out his paws, and barked at the female orange cat rabbit behind him a few times, as if to say: "Don't be afraid, I will protect you, you go first." ”
The female orange cat rabbit was deeply moved, and called softly a few times with tears, as if telling the pain of parting.
This farewell, they may become strangers from now on, and they can continue to be the frontier in the next life.
The red-clothed mercenary doesn't care so much, these two young orange cat rabbit couples are his best lunch tonight, and they must not give in!
The red-clothed mercenary swung his spear with a hideous face, and it was obvious that he was aiming at the two orange cats and rabbits.
Try to kill two rabbits with one stone!
Seeing that a scene that he couldn't bear to look at was about to happen, a golden Zen stick suddenly stretched out from the grass, easily knocking away the spear of the red-clothed mercenary.
"Amitabha, everything has a spirit, why don't the donor let these two cuties have a way to live, good and good. A strange voice of Buddha came from the grass.
With the swing of the golden Zen stick, a bald monk with a fat head and big ears came into view.
The bald monk was dressed in tattered yellow monk's robes, holding a golden Zen stick of different thicknesses in his right hand and dragging a sack in his left hand.
This strange picture made the mercenaries dumbfounded for a while.
Where did this wild monk come from, this outfit is so poor and sour, but there is an indescribable high-level temperament.
The red-clothed mercenary can't manage so much, seeing that his beloved food is being eaten by someone.
Where could he calm down and listen carefully to what this old fellow was saying.
I saw the red-clothed mercenary rush up angrily, grabbed the poor monk, and threatened: "Old guy, don't be nosy, I still have these two rabbits!"
The poor monk smiled slightly and said, "This world is so beautiful, but you are so irritable, this is not good, it is not good. ”
The red-clothed mercenary watched the old monk's actions, and his whole person suddenly became bad, and his face became very ugly.
I saw that the old monk persuaded people to be kind and not to kill small animals indiscriminately, but on the other hand, he secretly knocked the two orange cats and rabbits unconscious and put them in a sack.
This series of operations is smooth, and at first glance it is an old driver who is used to it.
"You fake monk, put those two orange cat rabbits down!" the red-clothed mercenary roared.
Co-authored that he can't eat orange cats and rabbits because of his kindness, and this old fake monk has no taboos to swallow at will?
Or even rob him of something?
The poor monk clasped his hands together and said very "sincerely" with tears: "Oh Buddha Buddha, donor, poor monk this is all for your good, in order to eliminate the guilt of killing you committed, the poor monk will continue to sacrifice his empty stomach, and also dispose of this sin." ”
"Hehe, I believe you are a ghost, you are a fake monk and very bad. The red-clad mercenary was indignant.
"Don't say more, the old guy stays to fight, or put down these two orange cats and rabbits, everyone is fine, and make a decision quickly." The red-clothed mercenary said frankly.
The poor monk smiled slightly and said, "The young man only makes a choice, and the old man wants it all!"
Before the words fell, the poor sour monk's figure shook and disappeared from everyone's sight.
The mercenaries were shocked.
Not good!
Careless, this old guy is a master!
The red-clothed mercenary who bore the brunt was even more at a loss, and frantically waved the spear he had just picked up in his hand in a panic.
The red-clad mercenary closed his eyes and waited for the final moment.
He wouldn't just die here just because he was fighting for two ordinary orange cats and rabbits, would he?
"Bell~"
The red-clothed mercenary felt a huge force from the spear in his hand, as if it had hit something.
When he opened his eyes, he was shocked, as if he had discovered a new world.
Unexpectedly, he was so strong, and he easily got to this fake monk.
The poor monk was directly knocked to the ground by him, and a large transparent bag was swollen on his head.
Mercenary A admired and said: "Amazing, I didn't expect that this Su Zao is usually inconspicuous, but at a critical moment, he can actually play such a powerful blow." ”
Mercenary B followed suit and said: "Yes, thanks to Su Zao, we can survive the disaster, and the strength of the faint old man on the ground is not ordinary." ”
Mercenary C muttered suspiciously, "No, how do I feel that the old man just now deliberately pretended to be accidentally hit on the head." ”
You must know that Su Zao was just an ordinary middle-level mercenary with a fourfold mortal spirit realm before, how could he be so easy to beat a poor monk with extraordinary strength at a glance?
It's a pity that the only voice in his team who is soberly aware of reality is quickly drowned out in more enthusiastic topics.
The red-clothed mercenary Su Zao felt the admiring gaze of the friends around him, and listened to the friends pointing and discussing him, and his heart was extremely satisfied.
It deserves to be him, the legendary strongest mercenary king!
Li Yuanshi also relaxed his guard at this time and walked over, casually probed the pulse and breathing of the poor acid monk, and ordered to tie it up and leave.
I didn't pay much attention to it at all.
In his opinion, a guy who can be easily defeated by a small role like Su Zao in the team is not worth too much attention from him at all.