The monk with a small mouth was like a drug addict, his whole body was trembling violently, and his big dark eyes were intertwined with contradictory glances. WwW,QuanBeN-XiaoShuo,coM Finally stamped his feet hard, the melancholy in his eyes was completely taken over by greed, and he ran towards Wen Leyang with long strides.
When the monk moved, everyone moved!
Dozens of black shadows slid out silently from all directions, and the blades moved towards the monk silently and fiercely!
The little-mouthed monk's eyes were fixed on Wen Leyang, completely ignoring the ghostly attacks around him. At the moment when dozens of swords were about to pierce his body, his two arms waved their wide sleeves, and they swung violently like river clams. As soon as he closed it, his whole body shrank up, and suddenly there was a loud noise like a pressure cooker exploding from his body. Dozens of experts from the Wen and Luo families were lifted up into the sky like popcorn!
A slightly fishy evil atmosphere rises into the sky!
The four old men of the Wen family shouted angrily at the same time. Just as they were about to jump up, a violent strong wind suddenly blew up from around them, violently swinging their initial momentum away. Wen Leyang was like a head. The strange bird flew past their eyes with its limbs spread wide, and viciously hit the little-mouthed monk.
The origin of the monk with a small mouth is unknown. The monk's robe shook like a bowling ball hitting checkerboards, sending dozens of masters flying all over the sky. Of course, Wen Leyang couldn't let the grandfathers take risks, although his body is now heavier than before. A little bit, but as long as you are well prepared, it will not hinder your mobility. With your arms spread wide open, as long as you hug the monk, it will be a head-on collision to see whether it is the monk's pressure cooker that explodes more powerfully, or his wrong punch that is sharper.
The monk also jumped up and faced Wen Leyang, while sticking out his tongue and licking his lips, as if what flew from the sky was not an enemy but a meat bun.
The monk got into his arms, and Wen Leyang exhaled desperately, tightening his chest to try to remove the force of the impact. At the same time, he closed his arms, hundreds of keys all over his body shook together, and the wrong fist containing the power of a hundred poisons moved instantly! Even if the person who smashes into his arms is an iron arhat, he still has to hug him into a ball of dough.
Unexpectedly, his confident hug turned out to be empty.
Wen Leyang only felt a lightness in his arms, the monk's huge body shrank into a small ball, and slipped out from under his ribs strangely. At the same time, there was a cold feeling on his thighs, and his small mouth had already taken something from his trouser pocket.
Wen Leyang roared. The waist is tight and loose. Somersaulted in mid-air. He hugged his knees with his hands and rolled himself into a meat ball. He abruptly changed the direction of his body's leap. The meat ball rolled towards the monk in front and smashed towards it.
The monk with a small mouth stretched out his body as soon as he landed on the ground. His face was full of excitement and joy. Just run away. Until then. The popcorns that had just collapsed into the sky and earth fell to the ground one after another. But no one seemed to be hurt. When they landed on the ground, they used their body skills to stand firmly. Nothing happened except that his face was pale with shock.
Wen Leyang was afraid that the monk would hurt others again. Tightly tied behind him. The six parents of Death Character, Centipede and two families. He didn't care that his whereabouts would be exposed. They all shouted loudly. Chasing and intercepting the monk with a small mouth. But in their opinion. The monk is like a breeze. Turning left and right, there is no way to stop it. Behind him, Wen Leyang was chasing after him like a subway bump. Anyone who accidentally touches it will break bones and tendons.
Chang Li was amused by them and giggled. Suddenly he stretched out his hand and held Wen Leyang firmly: "Are you too stingy?"
Wen Leyang only felt a gentle force. In an instant, all the huge inertia on his body was reduced. It was like running headlong into a pile of cotton. Already stood firmly. He asked in astonishment: "What are you stingy about?"
The monk didn't chase Wen Leyang when he saw him. He also stood still. The masters of the Wen and Luo families were at war with each other. People surrounded him.
Only then did everyone see clearly that the monk was holding a carrot firmly in his hand, holding it greedily to his nose and sniffing it vigorously.
When Wen Leyang touched his pocket, he realized that Monk Xiaozui had just stolen a carrot from his pocket. He was surprised and dumbfounded.
The monk with a small mouth didn't care about the eyes of others who were gradually dilating. He raised the carrot and stuffed it into his mouth. Suddenly his eyes blurred, and his upper and lower teeth made a crisp sound, and he bit it empty.
The carrot had already arrived in Chang Xie's hands. The witch was looking at it repeatedly and asked Wen Leyang: "Is it really so delicious?" She had been hiding in the cave for two thousand years waiting for Tuo Xie to come back, and she didn't know anything about carrots. Although I saw Wen Leyang eating it yesterday, I didn't pay too much attention to it at that time.
Everyone was shocked again, including Monk Xiaozui. No one expected that such a delicate young woman could have such skills. Only Wen Leyang nodded with a normal expression: "It's quite delicious." Chang Li even snatched away the old monk's dopod, let alone the small-mouthed monk's carrot.
Click, another crisp sound. The white teeth like scallops carefully bit off a small piece of carrot tip.
The little-mouthed monk arched his body, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and stared at the witch's hand with red eyes. He wanted to pounce on it but didn't dare. He chewed it a few times and frowned: "It tastes terrible!" He waved the carrot away. Throwing it to the ground, he stamped his feet a few times in anger.
The little-mouthed monk's face turned pale with distress. Wen Leyang quickly took out another one from another pocket and threw it to him from a distance. The monk looked happy and was about to reach out to pick it up when suddenly his body trembled a few times. He stood still and let the carrot fall to the ground.
Changli's eyes became brighter and brighter.
When Wen Leyang was wondering, a faint sigh drifted over in the night wind. Two monks, one old and one young, appeared at the end of the line of sight, but in a few steps, they came to everyone.
In addition to being older, the old monk seemed to be cut from the same mold as the little-mouthed monk. He had thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose, and a small red mouth. Wen Leyang, a young monk, knew him and stammered.
The eldest grandpa snorted, and the people with a dead character quickly dispersed. The other three grandpas hid their hands in their cuffs and snapped their fingers quickly.
The little monk screamed, and hurriedly took out a string of Buddhist beads from his arms and hung them around his neck. The expressions of several elders of the Wen family changed at the same time. They had just activated the poison in the past, and as the little monk I took the prayer beads with me, but I stopped moving forward.
The old monk looked at the carrots on the ground with a look of regret, then stretched out a finger and tapped the little-mouthed monk's bald head hard: "Idiot, idiot, you useless thing, after so many years of practice, Why can’t you change your past mistakes?”
Changli chuckled from the side: "It's just the root..." As he said that, he looked at Wen Leyang with questioning eyes.
Wen Leyang quickly prompted from the side: "Carrot."
"It's just a carrot, you can eat it."
But the old monk shook his head in a serious manner, and said sharply: "You can't eat it, you can't eat it. You have to forget all your past preferences, otherwise you will seduce your nature all the time, and you won't be able to cultivate your heart, let alone your heaven."
Changli also looked good-tempered and argued with a smile as usual: "Then if you forget about past and past, sooner or later you will forget about yourself."
When the old monk spoke, his eyes did not leave the carrots on the ground: "You don't understand, you don't understand. We are no better than others and cannot forget ourselves..."
Changli didn't wait for him to finish, and smiled freely: "If you forget about yourself, what else do you need to cultivate? If you cultivate again and again, you will become someone else. It's better to be a hare in the mountains. Seeing... carrots is a great joy! "
The old monk suddenly looked away from the carrot and stared hard at the civet, with a layer of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
Chang Li had been smiling all the time, but after seeing the old monk's eyes, he immediately stopped smiling with his pretty face and stared back with a fierce look: "Look again, I'm going to slap your eyeballs! "
Sister Changli was unhappy.
The extreme arrogance condensed in the air, like countless steel needles, piercing anyone who stood in front of them wantonly. The pores in Wen Leyang's body were tightly closed, and his steps staggered to block the four grandfathers.
The four old men looked at each other inexplicably, but they felt nothing.
The young monk with a small mouth jumped behind the old monk in panic, carefully exposed half of his head, and looked at Changli with fear. (QuanBen Novel Network www.QuanBeN-XiaoShuo.com)