When the monk Dejing fled into the woods next to the official road in embarrassment, before he could run a few steps, he was chased by a turmeric-faced woman leading a red-haired man and others.

The red-haired man didn't answer when he saw Monk Dejing, and obviously didn't think about honestly exchanging the antidote hostage for two scriptures as agreed.

Dejing has been dreaming of the coquettish and gentle willow warbler for half a year, but at this time, he only saw three vicious opponents in the forest, and he didn't see the trace of the willow warbler, only that the willow warbler had been tortured and mutilated by three people, and his heart was even more empty and anxious, and his breath was gradually unstable.

The four of them fought together, and dismantled each other a few times, although the martial arts of Monk Dejing had improved slightly in the past six months, but they were still enemies, but these few people joined forces, seeing that the situation was unfavorable, they suddenly took out the fire fold from their arms, and hurriedly blew it and threw it on a bush next to them.

At this time, it was autumn and winter, and the grass and trees in the forest were dry and flammable, and the fire of the fire broke in the wind, and soon after throwing it down, a piece of weeds was ignited and burned.

The red-haired man and his group of three suddenly saw the fire next to them, although they were all taken aback, but their subordinates only attacked side by side again with only a slight pause.

At this moment, the monk retreated backwards, retreated to the side of the fire, and shouted "Stop!" As he spoke, he took out two scriptures from his arms and was about to throw them into the fire.

The woman with a scorched face said in a dark voice: "Don't worry, big monk, let's just play with you, poisonous girl, you take out the antidote to your poison pill and give it to the big monk, big monk, you put down the two scriptures and take the antidote and go, let's not embarrass you." ”

Dejing stood next to the fire with two scriptures in his hands, and the two yellowed martial arts scriptures looked so ordinary against the light of the fire, but they tightly involved the eyes of several people.

Dejing took a step back with the two scriptures in his hand, and the fire behind him was already hot, and he said: "Why don't I see the sister of the Liu family, we said half a year ago, exchange the two scriptures for the antidote to the sister of the Liu family and the poison pill, and now the three of you have already harmed the sister of the Liu family." ”

The woman covered in purple wounds said hoarsely: "Stinky monk, you can't protect yourself now, so if you know each other, put down the two scriptures, and I will give you an antidote." After speaking, he opened the waist bag he was carrying, and saw that the waist bag was crawling with dense spider poisonous insects, and the purple-skinned man took out a small red pill from the pile of poisonous insects and held it in his hand.

Dejing suddenly lowered the two scriptures, and said hysterically: "I went back to the temple to steal the scriptures for the sake of the Liu family's sisters, and now that you have harmed the Liu's sisters, monks, I will not hand over the scriptures to you even if I die." ”

The woman with a burnt face saw that the yellowed scriptures in Dejing's hand had begun to be scorched under the scorching fire, and the corners had begun to be scorched, so she was startled and hurriedly said: "Don't worry, monk, I'll return your sister Liu to you." As he spoke, he slapped his palm four times in succession.

Sure enough, a woman walked out of the forest gracefully, only to see that the woman was dressed in a peach pink robe, combing a pair of golden hairpins in a fragrant bun with a pair of golden hairpins, a pair of white and slender legs stepping on an embroidered jade shoe, which was even more charming under the reflection of the firelight.

As soon as Dejing saw Liu Yingying's soul, he flew half of it and was reluctant to die, so he involuntarily took a few steps forward, and the two scriptures were also taken away from the fire.

Liu Yingying saw Dejing with joy on her face, and ran towards him with white jade shoes, her pink shirt fluttering in the hazy moonlight like a fairy in the flowers.

Dejing's heart was all tied to Liu Yingying's body, and there was only her figure and breathing in her eyes and ears, seeing her stumbling and falling, she hurriedly took a few steps forward to help with both hands, only to feel a fragrance and softness just entered her arms, and her chest was numb, and the acupoint in her chest was actually heavily pointed.

Then look at the willow warbler in his arms but still look at him with affection, at this time the red-haired man and the other two took the opportunity to grab together, and pressed the monk Dejing to the ground.

The yellow-skinned woman laughed as if she couldn't breathe when she saw this scene, and said loudly: "Sister Lang, Sister Yin has served you today, look at you have hooked the soul of this thief monk, I see, if you want his life, he will sharpen the knife and hand it to you." ”

Liu Yingying actually smiled when she heard this: "It's called Sister Yin, you see the joke, this reckless monk is also a little bit of a look at Yuanyang who has been saved for more than 30 years, and after getting it a few times, it won't be good, how can our second brother be strong and durable." As he spoke, he leaned closer to the red-haired man, and his lips lightly opened and he took a sip of the red-haired man's fragrance.

And the red-haired man, who had a fierce face, actually took two steps back and avoided it as if he was very afraid, causing Liu Yingying and the charred woman to laugh for a while.

Sister Yin in Liu Yingying's mouth, that is, a woman with a scorched face, suddenly stepped forward, took out the two martial scriptures of the Lenga Sutra and the Lotus Sutra from Dejing's arms, looked at Dejing's blank eyes and always looked at Liu Yingying, and said with a sneer: "Lang girl, this thief bald always thinks of your good, so you will send him a mercy to give him a clear liberation, and send him to the West Heaven to see the Buddha." ”

Liu Yingying smiled and responded, walked over and squatted down, the pink Luo shirt she was wearing today was very low, and most of her snow-white breasts were exposed, and then squatted down two plump white skins just happened to be facing Dejing's eyes, seeing Dejing's eyes deep in the furrow in her chest, Liu Yingying crossed her arms and shook her breasts proudly, and kissed Dejing's big mouth lightly as if playing, and then whispered in Dejing's ear: "Great monk, the slave family and the Yin sister just now, Sister Poison and Brother Corpse are collectively known as the Four Murderers of Xuanluo, originally looked at the great monk, you are strong and listen to me very much, the slave family should accept you as my slave, and give you a great benefit to serve me for a lifetime, but this time I came out and the sect leader issued a strict order not to leave a living mouth, it's a pity that the slave family can't let you live happily again, but we have been obsessed a few times, you have tasted the ** taste of the slave family, but you have not lived this life in vain. ”

Monk Dejing was surrounded by the sweet fragrance that came out of the mouth of the Lang Envoy, and he only felt that he was willing to die for her immediately, and his mind wandered, and the Lang Envoy had carved a bloody poppy pattern on Dejing's forehead with his fingertips.

Lowered his head and bit Dejing's earlobe, Liu Yingying suddenly had a handful of golden hairpins on her right hand, and touched the position of Dejing's back Yang acupoint and pierced it, Dejing only felt that the blood was boiling and the backsurge was faintly accompanied by an indescribable comfort.

The Lang Envoy saw that Dejing was not moving, so he slowly pulled out the golden hairpin, stretched out his small fragrant tongue and added a few drops of blood hanging on the tip of the hairpin, and shivered as if he was enjoying it.

The red-haired corpse dragged Dejing's body aside, and was about to bury it casually, when an angry shout came from the distance, "Don't hurt my apprentice's life!!"

This shouting is incomparably powerful like thunder, obviously the people who came used exercises such as the Buddha's King Kong lion roar, and the four of them felt that the roots of their ears were numb for a while, and even the smile on the face of the wave envoy was restrained.