The thug seems to have some status in this gambling house, and everyone calls him Brother Jiao.

Under his leadership, the road was unimpeded.

"Master, you want to find my young owner, this is it, please let the little one report it. ”

The thug stopped at the door of a private room on the second floor of the gambling house and smiled shyly at him.

As for Jiang Ping, in the eyes of the thugs, he is just a small follower of the master who does not quit.

As for why the little follower is so handsome, it is not within his understanding.

The little monk nodded solemnly, and sorted out the moon-white monk's robe on his body quite formally.

Obviously, he attached more importance to this meeting and was ready to reason with this unknown son.

The thugs tiptoed into the private room.

After about three breaths.

"Get out!"

There was a roar from inside.

The thug retreated in disgrace, and said to Bujie with a bitter face:

"Master, I'm sorry, the young owner is busy with business, please wait a minute. ”

Good for a while.

With the sound of dressing, a young man with a white face and vain steps walked out with a delicate woman wearing a light gauze skirt and a red peony bandeau with a deep groove exposed.

"It's you?!"

The young man frowned.

The non-ordained monk folded his hands, silently recited a sentence of Amitabha, and then stared at the mystery of the woman's bra with an exploratory, curious, and research-oriented scholar's gaze.

"Female donor, why do you have such a long scar on your chest, I don't know what kind of Qimen weapon it was created?

Why has the little monk never seen it before?"

Jiang Ping: "......"

Young Boy: "......"

Tug: "......"

The delicate woman proudly straightened her chest when she heard this, it can be seen that her own gold owner has an unhappy face, her acting skills exploded in an instant, and she clutched her chest and shouted:

"Ah!! you rascal! You flower monk! you ...... Stinky and shameless !!"

The little monk shook his head and said with some disappointment:

"Forget it. ”

"Monk, it's your good luck that you didn't die, you still dare to come to the door, is it a long life?"

The young man hugged the girl and said coldly.

The monk came back to his senses, folded his hands in front of the young man, and said with a serious expression:

"Amitabha, hello son, the little monk is here to kill you. ”

The young man was stunned for a moment, and then sneered:

"What are you talking about?!Say you're going to kill me on my turf?!Hahaha!!"

Laughing and smiling, the smile on his face was closed, and his eyes showed murder:

"Brother Jiao, didn't you hear what this little monk was saying?

Brother Jiao, a thug, a drop of cold sweat ran down his sideburns.

At this moment, he felt that he was facing an extremely important fork in the road in his life.

Sell?

Don't make a move?

The monk who did not quit did not mean to joke, but said very seriously:

"Master said, 'If someone wants to kill you, you must kill you. If you can't even solve the problem of the person who killed you, don't think about returning to the vulgar, it's good to be a monk for a lifetime and hide cleanly. ’”

After a pause, the monk touched his little bald head, and smiled a little shyly:

"The little monk wants to return to the vulgar and marry a daughter-in-law, so you have to be killed by the little monk. ”

Jiang Ping: "......"

Case solved! Case solved!!

Why is the murderous nature of not abstaining from killing monks so great?

It's all thanks to this master who doesn't even have a name.

The three views are so incorrect, it is a miracle that the apprentices who have been taught can grow up to such a big size safely and have not been killed.

And the tragic ending of never quitting killing monks fully proves an eternal truth.

Teachers are so important to students' early education!

"Hahaha......"

The young man laughed loudly, and was about to say a cruel word and mock a few more words.

Thinking that he was born with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, a good skin in the sky, and can please women, he thinks that he can talk but have no brains.

Although I don't know why the people he sent out didn't kill the little monk, it doesn't matter, this is his territory.

Whoever he wants to die, he has to ......

"Ahhh!!h

A woman's screams were heard in my ears.

It's so noisy!

The young man wanted to reprimand, but as soon as he turned his head, he saw that the woman in his arms was covered with blood, and his eyes were terrified.

Blood?

Where does the blood come from?

Boom!

The young man suddenly became so short that he could only see other people's shoes.

He felt so sleepy and wanted to sleep.

He closed his eyes and never woke up again.

The sweat of the thugs on the side soaked the collar, and he didn't dare to look up for a long time, he made a choice not to shoot!

The people who dared to make a move just now all accompanied the Shaodong family away, and they didn't even let out a scream, and the downstairs were still gambling with enthusiasm, shouting about the size.

"Run, run as far as possible. ”

The only remaining kindness made Brother Jiao remind the delicate woman, and then hurried to run away.

The young owner is dead, and the old owner will naturally not give up easily.

As the person who brought the little monk to see the Shaodong family, don't say that he didn't know, whether he knew it or not, he had to accompany the Shaodong family to the funeral.

......

"Ahem, don't quit the little master, what else did your master usually teach you?"

Seeing that Bujie waved his hand lightly, and took off the young man's head in a flash of light, Jiang Ping felt that he still underestimated Bujie's strength.

A big guy is a big guy.

The big guy when he was young was not easy to mess with.

At least just now, he couldn't stop it.

But he didn't want to stop it.

The young man wanted to kill the little monk or not, and he was killed by the counter-killing, which was also his own fault.

As for asking him not to quit and go to the government to report the case.

I'm sorry, but people in the rivers and lakes have never had this concept.

The government, isn't that specially used to wash the floor and deal with the aftermath?

Although he just took someone's life, there was no trace of murder on his face, but he still had a weak and acceptable temperament, and it was hard not to wonder if the person who shot just now was him.

Hearing Jiang Ping ask him, Bu Qu said with some embarrassment:

"Master taught me a lot of things, but the little monk is stupid, only 30% of what he has learned, and 70% of what he has learned, Master said that he let the pig's brain eat it. ”

"Luckily, you've only learned 30 percent. ”

Jiang Ping muttered.

"What?"

"Well, I mean your master must be very powerful, you have only learned three achievements so powerful, your master must be even more powerful. ”

"That's not it, my master doesn't know martial arts. ”

不線 says:

"He said he was going to die, so he asked me to go down the mountain and marry a wife, so that even if he died, he could rest assured. ”

"That, the festival mourns and changes. ”

"It's okay, it's okay, Master will have to die for a while, and I will be sad then. ”

Are brain circuits so strange?

Jiang Ping felt that he was a little unable to keep up with the rhythm, so he changed the subject and said:

"Are you going to see your future daughter-in-law now?"

He was still quite interested in how Murong Xianxian became the fiancée of a non-precept monk.

Because in the future version, Murong Xianxian and Bujie have not intersected at all, and among the seven little wives who have not quit, there is no girl named Murong Xianxian.

Is it another divorce stream?

Or is it the eldest lady's close-fitting master?