No, I couldn't miss such a good opportunity, so I shouted to the jailer outside the cell door opposite: "Brother jailer, bring me a yellow chicken, a bottle of wine, and two more vegetarian dishes for the little monk inside." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Zhuo Yifan, who finished shouting, stood outside the cell door blinking, waiting for the two jailers to reply with anticipation, but what happened next surprised him.

The two jailers looked at each other when they heard him, and then smiled, and one of them walked slowly through the opposite cell door.

"Boy, you have itchy skin, you dare to entertain the two of us. As he spoke, he took off a whip from his waist, walked to Zhuo Yifan and gritted his teeth.

Zhuo Yifan was suddenly a little frightened, he didn't eat this wine and food, and he was about to be beaten. Standing inside the prison door, Zhuo Yifan looked at the whip in the hand of the jailer in front of him, and involuntarily stepped back and retreated.

Seeing Zhuo Yifan who was constantly retreating, the jailer snorted without a smile: "Boy, what's the matter, do you still want to eat this wine and food?"

The cell that was still noisy suddenly became quiet, and everyone slowly approached the cell as if they were smelling a woman, standing at the cell door, staring at the big and small eyes, waiting for the "good show" that Zhuo Yifan was about to be beaten to appear.

"What do you mean?" Seeing the jailer in front of him holding the whip and saying these words again, Zhuo Yifan, who didn't understand, looked very puzzled.

"Hehe, are you really stupid, or are you fake stupid?" said and whipped in the direction of Zhuo Yifan. only heard a snap, and the whip hit the wooden stake of the cell, which made Zhuo Yifan suddenly retreat a lot in fright.

"Are you crazy, the jailer, that fat man, can have food, why do I want to beat me?" Zhuo Yifan leaned against the wall behind the prison door, pointing to the fat man wrapped in brocade clothes and shouted.

When the fat man heard this, he saw Zhuo Yifan say this, and secretly thought that this was really a stupid boy, and smiled at him, his expression was very swaggering and proud.

But the jailer was not in such a good mood, the whip was pointed at Zhuo Yifan, and his eyes widened angrily: "Good boy, it seems that I won't give you something powerful today, you will play with me as a mud pinch!" After speaking, he went to open the door of Zhuo Yifan's cell.

Zhuo Yifan understood at this time, this jailer was going to come in and beat himself! In an instant, like a headless fly, running around in the cell, the cell itself was very small, no matter how he hid, the jailer with the whip could reach it, Zhuo Yifan thought to himself: "This is miserable, it is estimated that I will not be able to escape this beating." ”

I saw that the jailer smiled and had a long face, slowly opened the prison door, and then closed it again, walking slowly towards Zhuo Yifan. As he walked, he said, "If you want to eat wine and food, I'll let you eat enough today! I'll give you a whip to shake the shredded meat first." After speaking, the high whip was raised in the direction of Zhuo Yifan.

Seeing the flying whip, Zhuo Yifan suddenly panicked, and could only subconsciously squat in the corner with his head in his hands, which is also the most primitive sense of human defense, first protect the most important parts of the body - head and face.

The whip flew towards Zhuo Yifan's curled up body in a rapid arc, and Zhuo Yifan's subconscious pain made his facial features suddenly squeeze together.

When the whip touched the body, a figure flew out from the corner, although the person was small, but the strength was great, a fleshy little hand, instantly pulled the flying whip rope, tightly pulled in the palm of the hand.

The jailer holding the whip suddenly had a blank on his face, and the current situation was beyond his expectations, but he frowned and saw that the other party was just a little monk, and a smile appeared on his face in an instant, and his arrogant expression was revealed again, but he soon regretted it.

"Little one, you are looking for death! you dare to pull the whip of the uncle!" the jailer roared arrogantly at the little monk.

"Amitabha, this benefactor, you have to be forgiving and forgiving!" the little monk bowed his head and muttered, his tone like a mature and steady adult.

Seeing that the other party was just a milky little kid, the jailer actually preached to himself, and suddenly his eyes widened, "I think you are looking for a beating!" After shouting, he suddenly twitched the whip.

Seeing this, the little monk frowned suddenly, his little hand suddenly leaned back, and the jailer holding the whip was unable to reach his strength, and flew over in the direction of his strength in an instant, and then with a "snap", he fell heavily and fell to the ground in embarrassment. Looking at the jailer's hideous and painful face, it was obvious that he had fallen hard, and his face looked as if he had just eaten a pound of chili peppers.

Seeing the jailer curled up on the ground, Zhuo Yifan was suddenly startled, and it was the little monk who rescued him, and instantly burst into tears, squatted down and hugged the little monk, and said cryingly: "Little monk you saved me again, you have saved me twice now, I must repay you well in the future." ”

The little monk looked at Zhuo Yifan, who was hugging him, while crying, he also wiped the corners of his mouth with his monk's clothes, and said very angrily: "What are you doing! A big man is crying and crying, looking like a girl, I warn you! Don't wipe your tears with my clothes anymore, otherwise I will even beat you together!"

Zhuo Yifan was moved for a while, and planned to feign crying to show his inner touch, but when he heard that the little monk wanted to beat him together, he instantly stopped crying.

Zhuo Yifan was really moved, as for crying, it was a difference of 108,000 miles, he just shouted in his mouth, but there was not a single tear in the corner of his eyes, and he still shed some saliva from time to time.

And the little monk also knew that he was pretending to cry, the kind of master who did not rain when the light thundered, because he often used this trick, he was not afraid of fake crying, he was afraid that his saliva would really stain his monk's clothes, so he warned him to pretend to be angry.

Zhuo Yifan immediately stopped crying, he knew that the little monk's martial arts were not something that ordinary people could cover, so he let go of the little monk, smirked at him, and stroked his sleeve to show his flattery.

Seeing this, the little monk turned his head to look at him, shook his head helplessly, and secretly wondered who this person was, why did the master let me protect him!

Then, Zhuo Yifan slowly walked towards the jailer lying on the ground, "Hehe...... You weren't very proud just now, you weren't very rampant just now, you dared to beat me, am I something you can beat casually? I'm a person with bodyguards!" After speaking, he looked at the little monk with a smile and said, "This little master is my bodyguard." ”

When the little monk heard this, he recited helplessly: "Amitabha." ”

"You get up for me, get up and beat me again, and see how the little master cleans you up. Zhuo Yifan squatted in front of the jailer who fell to the ground, and said with a dark face.

"Woo, the little one is wrong, the little one will never dare again. "The jailer saw that the little monk was so powerful, lying on the ground for a long time and didn't dare to get up.

"Okay, okay, what is a big man's crying, what is it like!" Zhuo Yifan said sharply in the tone of the little monk just now.

When the little monk heard Zhuo Yifan say this, he was speechless for a while, he shook his head and walked to the corner, and then lowered his eyes and recited the scriptures.