When he was about to walk in front of Zhuo Yifan, the two people in front of him, from the left, the man with a thick body and the short and fat man, from the right side, there were many people, and they had to divide the soldiers into two ways. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

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The two people on the left suddenly rushed over, Zhuo Yifan saw this, his two fists were hard to beat the four hands, and his fists were as soft as a ball of cotton, and they were kneaded casually.

He had no choice but to grit his teeth in anger, hurriedly took out a paper fan from his waist, and then closed his eyes tightly and danced in the air to block the menacing two people, although he knew that it was just a mantis arm as a car to no avail, but he was not willing to let these two people slaughter wantonly.

Seeing that one of them was about to hit Zhuo Yifan's chest with his fist, at this moment of great urgency, a black shadow suddenly flew out from the upper floor.

"Whoosh......"

With a muffled sound of "poof", one of the people in front of Zhuo Yifan was suddenly knocked down by someone.

Then there was the second person, only to see that the black shadow with lightning speed, another whirlwind turn, the left foot stepped on the back of this person, the other foot suddenly exerted force, only to hear another loud "bang", this person also flew out of a few feet away.

At this time, the two people on the right who had not had time to attack saw a black shadow knocking down their brother, their eyes were suddenly stunned, and they quickly stopped attacking. The bearded man, who was behind the four people, was so frightened that he suddenly stopped, staring at him and not daring to step forward.

The bearded man was injured now, but he didn't dare to go up and besiege easily, in fact, he also knew that with his martial arts and martial arts, compared with the black shadow's sharp skills, it was a big question whether he could survive.

Zhuo Yifan was still dancing wildly with his eyes closed, and he wondered why he hadn't touched them yet.

So he opened his eyes curiously, this look scared him enough, not far in front of him were lying two people struggling, and the other three were looking at him in a daze. Zhuo Yifan looked at them fixedly, and when he saw their stunned faces, he suddenly felt inexplicable.

He rubbed his eyes and found that this was indeed true, "Roar", he marveled at when he had become so powerful, and looked at the hands he had just waved, as well as the paper fan in his hand, to investigate in detail what the reason was.

Just as he was proudly exploring what kind of magic skills he used, not far from Zhuo Yifan, he suddenly heard a child's voice: "Donor, are you okay?"

Because it was too dark and the child was short, Zhuo Yifan didn't notice it at first, if it weren't for this voice, Zhuo Yifan would definitely be difficult to detect that there was someone beside him.

"Donor, are you alright?" the crisp child's voice sounded again.

Zhuo Yifan then removed his gaze from his hands and looked for the source of the child's voice, only to find that there was a child in the dark corner next to him, watching him.

I saw that the child, dressed in gray-brown monk's robes, had a string of round rosaries on his chest, and a small bare head, and he knew that he was a little monk at a glance.

At a young age, his eyes were very sharp, even in this dark night, he couldn't hide the light emitted by those sharp eyes, and when Zhuo Yifan met his eyes, it was unbearable for him.

In addition to this sharp gaze, there is also a striking place, which is that his bright little head, like a night pearl in the dark, emits a bright light, which is very dazzling in the dark night.

Zhuo Yifan lowered his head and looked at the little monk next to him, and asked in surprise, "You saved me?"

The little monk clasped his little hands, bent down and lowered his head slightly and replied: "Amitabha, it was the little monk who saved you." ”

Zhuo Yifan couldn't believe it at this time, how could such a young monk save himself, he couldn't believe it, so he stepped forward, squatted down, touched the little monk's head and asked again: "The little monk doesn't speak, are you sure, you saved me?"

Zhuo Yifan still doesn't believe that the little monk in front of him saved him, because he is too small, he can't stand up to his waist, and only when he squats down, he is basically the same height as him, so it is difficult for him to believe this.

When Zhuo Yifan touched the little monk's head, the little monk was a little unhappy instantly, and hurriedly parted the little hand that he had just closed, went to remove the hand that Zhuo Yifan had put on his head, and said impatiently: "Don't touch my head, I saved you." ”

Zhuo Yifan frowned, looked around, and found that except for the three people standing in the distance, and the two people lying on the ground, plus him and the little monk, there were no other people, and it was impossible for the three of them to help themselves and knock down their two companions, so thinking about it, there was only the little monk.

Then Zhuo Yifan smiled "hehe", and while putting his hand on the little monk's head for a while, he said, "Yo, little monk, you can do it." ”

The little monk pouted and said, "Don't touch my head, touch my head again, don't blame the little monk for being rude!"

Zhuo Yifan heard that it was interesting, and the little monk was quite funny, so he said funny: "Why can't I touch your head?"

The little monk looked up and said, "Master said that if I am often touched on my head, I will not grow tall, so I don't want to grow tall! Although you touched my head just now, you don't know, so I can forgive you, if you touch my head again, then I will hit you, because you know that you still do it, it is an insult to me. ”

Listening to the little monk's words, Zhuo Yifan showed a smile in the corner of his eyes, this little monk is so funny.

"Plop", Zhuo Yifan was knocked to the ground by the little monk's palm, and Zhuo Yifan squatted on the ground with his stomach in his arms and grinned, and a few beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down his cheeks from time to time.

"Little ...... Little monk, you ...... Why did you hit me?" Zhuo Yifan endured the severe pain and slowly squeezed out a few words from his mouth with difficulty.

The little monk put his hands together at this time, closed his eyes and recited: "Amitabha, tell you not to touch my head, if you still touch it, you are looking for a fight." ”

Zhuo Yifan realized that he was happy for a while after listening to the little monk's words just now, but he also felt a little disbelief, and touched the little monk's head again. After all this hardship, Zhuo Yifan realized that what the little monk said was true, and it hurt so much that he wanted to cry a little now, and he regretted it very much.

"Little ...... Little Monk ...... I was wrong, next time I will never touch it again. Zhuo Yifan said to the little monk with a hideous face.

"Amitabha, the little monk will forgive you now, I hope the donor will not forget it next time. So the little monk slowly parted his hands.

Zhuo Yifan covered his stomach and nodded to the little monk with tears in his eyes.

"Where did the little bald donkey come from?" Seeing the two chattering, Humpty Dumpty, who was standing in the distance, said angrily, and at the same time, his sharp voice also broke the conversation between Zhuo Yifan and the little monk.

When the little monk saw this fat man scolding himself, his cheeks bulged out with anger, and his lips rose: "Big fat man, don't swear at me, be careful that I hit you!"