The little monk who claimed to have no Huigen and didn't like Jiang Ping's name was not quitting.

When he heard the name, Jiang Ping's legs were Microsoft's, and his smile was slightly stiff.

This kind of casual sleep, and after waking up, he will meet the future boss, Jiang Ping is still a little unaccustomed, it's too exciting!

Don't quit killing monks!

Also known as the Five Non-Martial Monks.

The five fundamental precepts of Buddhism, this monk doesn't give a damn precept!

When you should scold your mother, you will kill your whole family, and never blink.

The most refraining from killing, followed by not quitting sex, is a famous merry monk, and he never looks back on the road to begging for a little wife.

I used to like to say one of my favorites: Female donor, you have a relationship with the little monk!

Widely active between the third and fourth expansions, he fought with martial arts mythology-level existences for three days and three nights at his highest combat power.

Well, of course, he died in the end.

By the way, the little wife of the seven-room room he begged was martyred with him in the end, and was jokingly called the love saint of the monk world by the players, and Lord Wei, who eats all the big and small.

Although this monk has always said that he has long been vulgar.

But he has been hanging out with a bald head, making it impossible to tell whether he is a young man who is bald or a monk who is immortal.

Now that he suddenly met him, Jiang Ping's mind was a little confused.

This kind of big guy shouldn't be practicing martial arts hard in the mountains, and when it's time to die, he will come out to brush up on the wave of existence, and then leave a vigorous legend and go to death.

What the hell is it coming out now?

I didn't prepare.

If he knew that he would encounter such a golden thigh today, Jiang Ping felt that he would not say fasting and bathing, burning incense and changing clothes, but at least he would have to wash his face and show respect.

Although this son was born beautiful, he buried it in the pile of dead leaves all day, which still put an imperfect question mark on this first meeting.

......

Lucky Casino.

"Buy big and buy small?!"

"Buy and leave!"

"Open!"

"Leopard !!"

"Hahaha!! kill!"

"Losing money and losing money!!"

The noise is in the ears, and the voice is hoarse.

It's as if they are not gambling for money, but fighting for their lives on the battlefield.

However, for gamblers, the opening of the gambling table is actually similar to fighting with a knife, and there are not a few people who are bankrupt and ruined.

Jiang Ping almost instinctively resisted this kind of place.

He doesn't like to gamble.

Because gambling means risk.

And the smell here is not good, in order to put an extra table, the gambling house compresses all the space to the maximum, and each table is densely surrounded by people, like a swarm of black ants sticking to the grains of rice.

Jiang Ping covered his nose, frowned and asked the monk beside him:

"Didn't you say you were going to meet your future daughter-in-law?

"Or do monks like to gamble too?"

The little monk looked at the sentient beings with interest, because it was a little noisy, so he replied almost with a shout:

"I'm looking for someone!"

As he spoke, his eyes lit up, and he walked straight to a thug who was watching the scene.

"Amitabha, this benefactor, the little monk is polite. ”

The thug's face was full of meat, he was five big and three thick, and one arm was thicker than the thigh of an undisciplined monk, and he instinctively frowned when he saw a bald head walking in front of him.

For casinos, a bald head is, in a sense, a sign of bad luck.

", uncle, there's no silver to give you here!"

The thug waved his hand and shouted towards the door:

"Whoever put the monk in, don't throw him out for me!"

"This ugly and hard donor is really overbearing. ”

The monk who does not quit is speechless.

"The little monk came to find a son, and asked the donor to take the little monk to meet him. ”

The thug squeezed his fist, and the muscles all over his body exploded one by one, full of explosiveness:

"Don't you understand what you say, we don't welcome monks here, why don't you hurry up!"

"Hey......"

The non-precepting monk sighed, how could you be so unreasonable:

"Donor, you can't tell the little monk to get out, the little monk has to get out, because if you tell the little monk to get out, the little monk will get out, and the little monk will feel faceless.

The little monk is also the eldest brother of several monkeys, if they know that the eldest brother is so faceless after coming down the mountain, the little monk will not be able to suppress them.

If they can't be suppressed, the little monk will be scolded by the master.

When the little monk is scolded by the master, the little monk will be unhappy.

If the little monk is not happy, he is not in the mood to preach the Buddha.

If the monk does not preach the Buddha, the believers will not be comforted.

If the believers do not receive comfort, they will be unhappy.

If they are not happy, the world will be in chaos.

If there's a lot of chaos in the world, you may lose your job.

If you don't have a job, you may not be able to feed your family, and your family will starve to death.

Donor, you said yourself, you called the little monk to roll, isn't it too much?"

I saw that the non-precept monk was reasoning with a thug in a serious manner.

Jiang Ping thinks how to violate the harmony.

This kind of future boss is so cute when he is young?!

It's a living treasure.

The key is to look at his appearance, and he doesn't know that he is a living treasure.

If it weren't for the fact that his panel didn't have a video recording function, he would have memorized the scene.

After more than ten years, he will be able to make a lot of money on the forum with this bigwig gossip.

There are also a lot of fans who don't quit killing monks.

Of course, the key is that this monk is handsome.

This society is still very realistic.

If you are handsome, you have everything.

What, you're not convinced?

If you're not convinced, you should also ask for seven little wives!

If he was an ugly monk, he would have been included in the top ten must-push boss rankings, and there were players who wanted to form a group to explode him every moment.

But a handsome, ruffian, powerful and murderous monk is a deadly poison for both men and women.

The thug was surrounded by the non-precept monk, his eyes were dizzy, and he only grabbed the non-precept monk and was about to throw him out:

"What a mess, uncle only knows, if you don't get out, uncle will send you out!"

"Huh?"

The thug grabbed hard, but it felt like he was grasping a tree.

The tree is deeply rooted in the earth, and the root system stretches for ten meters, tens of meters.

I can't hold it, and I can't push it.

The thug's face changed, and he knew that he had met a master.

As a gambling house spectator, the strength of the thugs is not weak, and there is also the level of a second-grade martial artist, for ordinary people, it is not too easy to fight ten.

But with all his strength, he couldn't shake the corners of the little monk's clothes.

This monk is at least a high-grade martial artist.

Thinking like this, the thug's face instantly softened, and a fierce face looked a little more honest at the moment.

"Don't blame the master, don't blame, the villain is just joking with you.

Whoever the master wants to find, it's all on me. As long as it is in the gambling house, it will definitely help the master find out. ”

The thugs bend their knees and bend over, trying not to look so tall and not let the master look up to him.

The non-precepted monk smiled:

"Master is right, although there are many bad people at the foot of the mountain, there are also many people who are willing to be reasonable.

This is the first time that the little monk has convinced people with reason. In the past, the little monkeys refused to listen to my reasoning. ”

Is it so realistic?

Jiang Ping saw that the attitude of the thugs had changed, and there was no trace of fireworks, and he had a feeling of condescension inexplicably.

This kind of little brother, you deserve to be on top!