The grain truck drove out of Baiping Town along the street, and the winter sun shone on people's warm bodies, making people tired. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wang San had delayed his sleep last night, and now he became more and more sleepy, and he couldn't help yawning, closed his eyes, and then fell on the sack, and after a while, there was an even snoring sound.

"What sound?" Zhang Xiaoyu followed the sound and found that Wang San was actually asleep, so he smiled and said angrily: "Are you a pig?"

She wanted to wake Wang San up, but her hand reached into the air and took it back, but she finally gave up this idea.

No one spoke, Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly felt bored, looking at the sky alone in a daze, sometimes snorting softly, and looking at Wang San who was sleeping next to him dissatisfied.

I don't know how long it has been, Zhang Xiaoyu only felt that the carriage was beaten, and her body shook so much, if she hadn't grabbed the sack tightly with both hands, she was afraid that she would have fallen off the grain cart.

However, Wang San was not so lucky, his two legs had fallen outside the car, and the moment the grain cart shook, he was directly shaken.

He immediately screamed, but fortunately the ground was full of dirt, and the grain cart was not too high, although the fall hurt a little, but it was fine.

But Wang San felt very unhappy, and said in his heart: "This must have been done by Xiaoyu!"

He subconsciously raised his head, ready to ask Zhang Xiaoyu for an explanation, but the moment he raised his head, his heart suddenly tightened as far as his eyes could see.

I saw a group of masked black-clothed men around the carriage, and at a cursory glance, I was afraid that there were no less than 100 people, or even more.

The more than ten guards had already drawn out the saber on their waists and protected Zhang Xiaoyu to the death, looking like they were facing a great enemy.

On the other hand, Zhang Xiaoyu had a relaxed face, there was even a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, and a pair of beautiful eyes stared at Wang San, as if as long as she was there, she was not afraid of anything.

Wang San slapped the dust on his body, calmed down, snorted, and said, "Dear benefactors, the poor monk is ......."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a deep voice, "Little monk, don't want to fool around anymore. With the sound, a tall man in black stepped out, holding an iron chain in his hand, dragging it to the ground with a "ding" sound.

Wang San felt very familiar with this person's voice, but he couldn't remember who it was, so he asked tentatively, "Who are you?"

When the man heard this, he immediately burst out laughing, and after a moment, he roared, "What a forgetful little monk! ”

As he spoke, he shook the iron chain in his hand, and with this action, the iron chain flew straight up, sweeping over a tree with the thickness of a bowl on the side of the road, only to hear a "boom", the tree broke in response, and countless leaves fell.

The foreheads of the more than ten guards were already sweating, but when they looked at Wang San next to them, they regained their composure, in their opinion, only there was a master, no matter what kind of bull ghost and snake god he was, they didn't have to be afraid.

However, what they didn't know was that Wang San was also beating a drum in his heart at this moment, because he had already thought of the identity of the other party, so he asked tentatively, "Are you the red-clothed Buddha?"

As soon as the man heard this, he burst into laughter again, and did not answer Wang San's question, and said coldly: "Little monk, I know that you are running fast, and I have specially prepared so many people for you, I don't believe you can still run out......"

Although the other party did not answer, but from his words and deeds, Wang San was sure that he must be the red-clothed Buddha, he looked at the crowd around him, and said ruthlessly, "How about we make a bet?"