God Emperor's vinegar jar is turned over again

Chapter 5971 poor monk (2)

Yue Qingcheng was silent for a moment, and tentatively asked: "The list of gods?"

Su Mei: "What?"

Yue Qingcheng thought to herself, it turned out that it was not the world of the Gods List.It just so happened that there was a Su Daji in this world.

Yue Qingcheng: "Whose country and people will be harmed?"

Su Mei rested her chin.

As if being asked.

Yue Qingcheng thought to herself, the stinky little fox had no goal but no direction.

She deliberately said: "If you can't think of it, change it. Time waits for no one, and you will disappear."

Su Mei was cornered.

I really figured it out.

"Strong country!"

Yue Qingcheng: "Did Lie Nation offend you?"

Su Mei wants to explain in detail, but unfortunately her soul and body are gradually blurred.

Time is running out.

Su Mei said: "I want to destroy Lie Nation! If you can't do it, don't force it. After all, beauty is not in the skin. Not everyone is as capable as me. If you can't do it, let me spread my fame to the world. I, Su Mei, finally got out of the mountains, how can I remain unknown!"

As she spoke, she turned into a wisp of green smoke.

Yue Qingcheng couldn't care less about complaining about Su Mei's lofty ambitions, she felt that many people were coming here.

The injury has not healed, she should not move.

Can only recuperate in place.

When the strength in her body was exhausted, she finally re-formed and returned to human form.

"Found it, she's here!"

A group of people drew their knives, pushed aside the tall grass, and rushed over.

Yue Qingcheng turned her head.

look at them.

Everyone was breathless.

My mind fluctuated for a while.

In the burning mound, the stunning woman was in a state of embarrassment, her clothes were torn and messy, and blood was everywhere.

But even so, the charm has not diminished.

A sudden movement of turning one's head back is hard to restrain, and some impulses are about to hold their heads high and erupt out.

The leading man froze, forcibly calmed down, and sneered, "As expected of the fox family, it's really flirtatious. It's a pity that I was ordered to come here, and it's hard to bear...kill!"

Their swords are full of power.

Amazingly bright.

Yue Qingcheng grabbed a few gravels under his palm.

Just as he was about to strike first, another group of people rushed out and fought with the group of people with knives.

The leading man anxiously broke through the siege, and pressed forward step by step towards the moon.

Just when the blade was about to cut across Yue Qingcheng's neck, a magic staff suddenly flew from behind.

Cross the moon and hit the man.

"Amitabha."

The breeze sent a cry of pity.

The man was knocked into the air by the staff, and Yue Qingcheng immediately threw the stone with his backhand.As soon as he landed, he couldn't stand firmly, and there was a pain between his brows!

Blood blossomed.

From Su Mei's scattered memories temporarily received, Yue Qingcheng already knew that she had been hunted down by this man for a long time.

Eight tails were also cut off by them.

He must die.

"Amitabha."

Another sigh.

Yue Qingcheng saw the simple old monk passing by, and he called back the staff.

Yue Qingcheng said: "Thank you, Master, for saving your life."

The old monk ignored her.

Didn't even look at her.

Just like an arhat, standing in front of her, leaving her behind, and keeping the danger out.

Because of the Buddhist sect, Yue Qingcheng also understands how monks behave.She was eager to recuperate at this time, so she ignored him.

Su Mei has a good foundation and excellent talent.

But under serious injury, it is delusional to want to recover immediately.

After a while, Yue Qingcheng was only able to stand up.

At this time, all the guards with knives had been dealt with.

Are we going to deal with her next?

Sure enough, the people who had helped her before all came towards this side with a very bad manner.

Yue Qingcheng received part of the memory and knew what was going on.

"Master help..."

She grabbed the old monk's sleeve from behind and begged softly.

Delicately.

Disaster in the country, let's start from this moment.

(End of this chapter)