"Got a face?"

Jiang Ping felt the dangerous aura rising around him, and asked with some curiosity:

"Do you mean that you made the girl's makeup cry, or did you make the flowers?"

The little monk said:

"It should be the latter, the little monk was very serious when he made a move. ”

Do I have to praise you?

While Jiang Ping was slandering, he shouted into the depths of the corridor:

"Is there anyone in charge? Come out and talk. ”

Immediately, a mustache with a shrewd face and a lean figure came over with two thugs.

The blood of the thug is strong, and there is a sinister aura between the eyebrows, and at a glance, you can tell whether it is a strongman who has seen blood, or a high-grade martial artist.

As for the grandmaster-level martial artist.

They're not that cheap yet.

Even if he is the boss behind Hualou, if he wants to ask the grandmaster to help, he has to spend a lot of money.

So in general, Jiang Ping is not panicked.

"The contemptible Chang Lin is the steward of this Baihua Pavilion, and the son is polite. ”

The mustache spoke politely.

Jiang Ping's temperament and arrogance made Chang Lin not dare to deal with it at will, for fear of provoking someone who shouldn't be provoked.

If it was replaced by someone who knows the roots, he would have been arrested, squeezed dry first, and then sent to the government and squeezed again.

This set of business, he is old and skilled.

People are polite, Jiang Ping will naturally not be rude, and arch his hand and say:

"It turned out to be a constant manager, I don't know what happened to the little master next to me, let your pavilion take out such a big battle, there are a lot of people around, right?"

The mustache's gaze at the unquit little monk turned cold, and then beckoned behind him:

"Hongxing, you come and tell this son. ”

I saw the old bustard who had entertained Jiang Ping before cowering and walked out.

Let her welcome guests and laugh, the bustard is a good hand, but let her speak in front of such a murderer, she has to tremble.

But fortunately, the housekeeper was also there, and the old bustard had the courage to say:

"The son has to be the master of the slave family, and the slave family really wants to entertain the little master.

The little master said that he wanted a woman, and the slave family found him a woman, but the little master was not satisfied, and finally he drew a picture in front of the big guy.

The slave family knew that the little master was looking for the Oiran Silver Frost of our Hundred Flowers Pavilion.

For the sake of the son, it took a lot of effort for the slave family to let Yinshuang come out and meet with the little master.

But the little master didn't say a few words, and the slave family saw that Miss Yinshuang seemed to be very angry from a distance, and then Yinshuang's face was ruined, and there was nothing at all. ”

Jiang Ping took the painting from the old bustard's hand.

A minimalist style of ink and blue, in just a few strokes, sketches a beautiful girl with a clever smile.

Even Jiang Ping, who has read countless beauty, has to give her a score of nine, which is worthy of being the leading Oiran.

Jiang Ping glanced at Bu Qu in surprise.

I didn't expect him to have this hand.

No wonder there will be seven little wives in the future, with good looks, strength, and talent, but you can't be so fascinated that you can't find the north.

"Can you show me what Silverfrost looks like now?"

"This ......"

The old bustard glanced at Chang Guan in embarrassment.

The steward bowed slightly.

After a while, I saw the old bustard leading two girls to help a girl with bruises on her face coming over.

The girl's face was beautiful, but the bruises were imprinted on her face like a fire, twisting and crawling, like a cracked piece of porcelain.

Seeing the little monk who had not quit, the girl who had a dead face suddenly seemed to be crazy, pushed away the girl who was helping her, and pounced on the unquit suddenly, her hands scratching wildly on the face of the unquit like a cat's claws.

"Why?!"

"Why the hell?!"

"Little monk, why did you destroy me?!"

If you don't quit, you're not even afraid of knives, so naturally you're not afraid of a girl's fingernails.

I saw that his face was not happy or sad, and let the silver frost girl flutter on him, reciting a Buddha name, and said:

"Sow good causes and get good results, and the female benefactor planted evil causes in the little monk, and there are today's evil results. ”

Yinshuang saw that he couldn't break through the defenses of Bujie, and he didn't do useless work, so he just looked at Bujie fiercely and said:

"What a ruthless monk, even if you do bad things, you have to be full of women, who sent you to destroy me?

You ruined my face, you want my life, don't you even dare to say what is behind the scenes?"

The little monk clasped his hands together and said lightly:

"Yesterday, the female donor kissed the little monk, which is the cause of evil, and today the little monk ruined the face of the female donor, which is the evil result.

Chen Gongzi wanted to kill the little monk, and the little monk killed him.

The female benefactor wanted to harm the little monk, and the little monk ruined the face of the female benefactor.

Although the little monk does bad karma, he saves the world, Amitabha!"

"Just because I kissed you?"

The Silver Frost girl looked at the little monk in disbelief, and the picture of yesterday flashed in her mind.

Yesterday's street meeting, she took the maid to play, but was entangled by Chen Gongzi of Jixiang Casino.

She is the Oiran of the Hundred Flower Pavilion and is qualified to pick her own guests.

This Chen Gongzi has no temperament, no connotation, no talent, except for a little silver on her body, she has nothing, how can she look at it.

was entangled tightly, and she lost her self-cultivation a little, and happened to meet a handsome little monk.

She grabbed the little monk and kissed him fiercely, and said to Chen Gongzi that even if she chose a monk, she would not go to eat with him.

Chen Gongzi really left in a rage.

And she had a good day.

As for the little monk, she had long forgotten.

A little bit of memory came back, and the face of the little monk who was kissed by her gradually became clear, overlapping with the monk in front of her.

"If I kiss you, you will destroy me, what is the reason? Can a monk be unreasonable? Can he bully me a weak woman?!"

The Silver Frost Girl smiled distortedly:

"In the final analysis, you are also a person who deceives me as a Qinglou, you dare to bully wantonly if you have nothing to rely on, what good causes and evil consequences are all bullshit!"

"I'll tell you. ”

Jiang Ping sighed.

He finally knew why he was so murderous if he didn't quit killing monks.

In addition to his abnormal master's early education, it is also because he is too upright, and there is no room for affection in his eyes.

Chen Gongzi sent someone to kill him, and he killed Chen Gongzi, and if someone stopped him, he was an accomplice, and he was guilty of the same crime.

He didn't know what happened to Miss Silver Frost and Chen Gongzi, but he dragged such a disaster to an innocent person.

If she had kissed someone else yesterday, she would have sung and danced the same song today, but a soul had long since been buried in the leafy grove in the city.

He killed Chen Gongzi, but saved the innocent souls who died because of Chen Gongzi in the future.

After all, Chen Gongzi can take people's lives because of a trivial matter, his heart is like this, and the future evil is predictable.

And the silver frost girl is complacent because of her appearance, and feels that with a beautiful face, she can not care about the feelings of others, and lead bad luck to an innocent person.

She is also evil, but she does not die.

So not quitting ruined her most proud capital.

Although he does bad karma, he saves the world.

The monk who does not quit is vulgar in his mouth, but he is still a monk in his bones after all.

It's just that his compassion is difficult for outsiders to understand.

If Jiang Ping hadn't been involved in it today, I'm afraid he would have thought that this was a murderous monk who willfully took people's lives on the grounds of his own anger and anger.

'I kind of appreciate you, what can I do?'

Jiang Ping looked at the little monk's eyes with a little more sincerity.

If he just wanted to have a little friendship with the future master before, now he really wants to make friends with him.