Chapter 3 Your Salary King is like a dog.

I don't know when, the evening breeze gradually blew on the mountain road, and this wind blew into the hearts of the beauties with a hint of coolness.

The sunset at dusk dyed the blue sky red, and this sunset also dyed the monk's thoughts red.

The heart is a murderous heart, and the mind is an evil thought!

The two looked at each other for a moment, were silent for a moment, and looked at each other for a moment.

The first to open his mouth was the monk, with a faint smile on his face and a little vigilance in his eyes, but he was sophisticated, and he was already moody, and he had the attitude of an old fritter in the rivers and lakes.

"Yo! Isn't this a mirage costume? You female doll seems to be cultivating an extremely holy exercise, right?" The monk seemed to be interested, looking up and down at the woman in front of him with a cold attitude.

Hearing this, the woman was stunned for a moment, and then exclaimed, "Who is Your Excellency, how can you be in this worldly place, I am entrusted by the island lord this time to send the salary king to the mission pavilion, and please let me go." ”

Although the woman's tone is quite calm, but this monk is not a good stubble, people, old and immortal is a thief, and no matter how old and immortal, he will become a sperm, this monk is obviously a complete old man, and he heard the slightly trembling tone in the words.

"Salary King?"

The monk looked to the rear of the brigade with a puzzled look.

Sure enough, at the end of the brigade, there is a wooden sedan chair that is different from the normal sedan chair, the shape is quite bizarre, the sedan body is round, and it is engraved with the same texture as the fish and bird pattern on the brigade clothing, but if you carefully screen, you can see that there is a huge beast pattern on it, the porcelain beast is huge, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it by covering the sky and the sun.

The monk's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was very interested, smashed his mouth, and said: "Oh, since you are going to the Mission Pavilion this time, compared to the salary king you escorted, your status must not be low, right? ”

The monk's tone was calm and his attitude was indifferent, and he paced back and forth as he spoke, completely ignoring the woman and the brigade in front of him, looking calm.

When the woman heard the monk say this, her brows tightened, and she seemed to be a little embarrassed, but due to the strength shown by the monk just now, the woman was a little unsure, and was silent for a moment, and then said:

"Can you easily reveal your name?"

The monk replied unconcernedly

"Poor Dao, known as the evil monk, was originally a Taoist priest in the city of Fuling. ”

The woman's brows tightened, and she said secretly in her heart: "Daoist? This person's skills just now and what he has seen and heard in his words are by no means a secular person, nor can he be a Taoist priest, is this monk framing me?"

The woman tightened her slender and white jade hand, and then said coldly:

"Everyone, protect the salary king, this monk will be handed over to the master of this pavilion!"

As soon as the words fell, the woman did not advance but retreated, and with a soft and boneless hand, she gently took off the silk veil, and with the shaking of the two silver-white bells shaking on the veil, two crisp sounds, although slight, but extremely penetrating, resounded throughout the mountain road. A very charming and pitiful face is displayed in front of everyone, and the delicate and small facial features, different from the previous cold and arrogant temperament, are:

The sunset lightly touched the color of the mandarin ducks, and the flowing fire condensed into cherries

The moment she took off the silk veil, her whole face looked so pitiful and shy against the small nose and pink lips.

Even Wang Qiang, who was standing in place at the moment, gave birth to a woman who stepped forward with a knife to protect this weak and delicate woman who looked like a young beast in the mountains and forests.

The eyes, like autumn water sending spring waves, began to emit a faint pink halo under the afterglow of the sunset, which was breathtaking.

"Oh, it's kind of interesting, I can't imagine that the mirage island is famous for illusion, and it really has some doorways. ”

While the monk spoke, his eyes were closed, his mind was guarded, and he was not moved by the woman in front of him, and then he kicked out with a figure behind him, only listening

"Bang!"

Wang Qiang, who was holding a big knife, fell to the ground in response, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Just as this kick was withdrawn, a phantom flashed in front of the monk, and on the way, a series of bells from the bare ankles emitted

"Bell" crisp sound.

"Good !!"

The monk didn't say a word, he directly punched it out, and a piercing air explosion sounded with it.

However, this fierce punch missed.

"Your Excellency, never open your eyes!"

The woman's soft, waxy voice sounded in his ears, and it seemed to be real and illusory.

Then the monk's back came with a tingling feeling.

"Not good, illusion !!"

The monk said secretly.

A mouthful of blood spat out of the monk's mouth.

It then disappears from its place at breakneck speed.

The two of them fought in a few breaths.

At this time, the monk who flashed to three meters away had already opened his eyes, and looked at the charming woman in the distance with a pair of dead eyes, but he was not moved by her pink gaze at all, and unlike before, the smile on his face had long since disappeared, and all that was left in his eyes was... Killing Intent.

Looking at the small silver scimitar in the woman's hand, and the touch of red on the tip of the knife, the monk had already summarized the strength of this woman.

Seeing this, the woman also secretly said that it was not good, the series of attacks just now was a killing move for her, and there were many hidden changes in this move, such as the bell that seduced her heart, and like the whispers in her ear, all of which were interlocking, paving the way for her final backstab.

And this monk was able to regain consciousness at the moment of being charmed, and distance himself from himself, as well as the terrifying dodge speed, she knew that this person's strength was above herself, and today she was afraid that there was a danger of falling! .

"Poor Dao took your move, then, now it's Poor Dao's turn!"

The monk in the distance said coldly.

"Formation! Protect the Salary King. ”

The woman looked directly at the monk in front of her and said to the people behind her.

At this time, the woman had already regained her cold and arrogant temperament, and it was obvious that the illusion had consumed her greatly.

After hearing this, the crowd in the rear was crowded, and in just a few breaths, a series of changes were completed, and the crowd formed a circle, protecting the wooden sedan chair in the middle.

The monk didn't seem to be in a hurry, seeing that the other party had completed the formation.

"Boom !!"

A blast sounded, and the monk's previous position was only an extremely deep and cracked earth pit.

The woman looked at the monk who was approaching in front of her in an instant, her pupils shrank, and in a hurry, her body was full of brilliance, and an extremely dazzling milky white light protected her.

It's just that...

The monk galloped past her, without pausing, and then let out a loud shout

"Break my !!"

A palm bombarded out like a mountain and a sea.

The formation formed by the Fang Cai Brigade directly cracked like a devastating force, and one after another figures were torn apart by this huge force.

swept to the front of the sedan car and lifted it with a big hand.

"Shhhh

There was a sound of strips of cloth cracking.

I saw that the person in the sedan chair was wrapped around his body by thick iron chains, his hair was scattered, and his face was unkempt, and he was a child like a savage.

The monk looked at him, and he looked at the monk as well.

In the eyes of the monk, there was killing intent.

In his eyes was appetite.

Gradually, the monk grinned, revealing a mouthful of bright red and dark yellow teeth.

He roared hoarsely, as if he could not speak, and wanted to eat the thick iron chains that were wrapped around his body.

"Box" sounds.

"I say, 'Why is your payroll king like a dog?'