Runaway Mengfei is not easy to mess with

Chapter 896 Monk ([-])

That step is exquisite and inconspicuous, but it actually hides a mystery.

This monk is interesting.

Xilinglan narrowed her eyes, but no matter how interesting it was, it had nothing to do with her at the moment. Thinking of this, Xilinglan frowned, and was about to signal everyone to leave, not wanting to watch this farce again.

At this moment, another group of people suddenly rushed out from behind the funeral team, and a red cloud rushed over. Looking around, I saw that the leader was a woman in a red wedding dress, with a red hair on her head. With a phoenix crown, as for props such as the hijab, I don't know where I flew to, riding a black horse, galloping here, followed by the Yishi Detachment Army.

I saw the woman in the red wedding dress riding her horse to the middle of the street, dismounting from the horse, throwing the rein in her hand neatly, and then rushed into the crowd of scuffles, playing the whip in her hand so beautifully.

Swish it left and right, and within two strokes, people who can't bear the pain will get out of the way.

Following the way out of the crowd, the woman in wedding dress soon came to the middle of the street. At this moment, the groom's official was twisting into a ball with the filial son, the red hairpin gauze hat on his head was also crooked, and the clothes were also stained with dust. The red is almost indistinguishable.Of course, the filial son was even more miserable, his mouth was swollen, and his eye circles were also blue.

The woman in the red wedding dress raised her willow eyebrows, and whipped the groom and the filial son away, then took a step forward, stretched out her hand and twisted the groom's ear, and walked away, scolding as she walked, "Zhao Dazhu, you bastard!" , don’t go to greet the relatives, fight with others here, is it boring? Go back with the old lady—”

The bridegroom officer, who was so brave in the fight just now, grinned his teeth at this moment, and while following behind the woman in red wedding dress, winked and begged for mercy: "Oh, lady, lady, let me go, my husband is going to greet the bride, but who knows It was not my husband's fault that the funeral was delayed because the road was blocked--"

The bride's phoenix eyes stared, and the dutiful son next to him wanted to take advantage of the fact that the groom was under the control of others, but stepped on his feet, and immediately retracted his feet in awe, patted his sleeves as if nothing had happened.

The bride snorted coldly, whipped the whip in the air, made a crisp sound, and then said carelessly: "Today, my Wang Sanniang's big day, if someone has a hard time making trouble and delays my worship, I will never end with him!" Said He scanned the audience with his eyes.

Under Wang Sanniang's gaze, those warriors who were still fighting let go of each other tremblingly and stood aside, making the white-clothed monk standing in the middle more eye-catching.

The bride glanced at the white-clothed monk, a look of amazement flashed in her eyes, but she immediately regained her composure, and gave the monk a warning look: "Whoever wants to delay my marriage today, then prepare to be my fifth husband!" .” After speaking, he glanced up and down at the monk in white with ulterior motives.

The white-clothed monk Jishou proclaimed a Buddha's name: "The benefactor has misunderstood. The monk is not malicious. Seeing that the benefactor has broad eyebrows and a magnificent appearance, she is really a hero among women. It's just that her seal is red, the corners of her eyes are red, and there are sores on her forehead, but she is internally hot. Too much, need-"

The bride's face turned pale for a while, and without saying a word, she whipped her head towards the white-clothed monk, and said fiercely: "Where did you come from, the bald donkey wild monk, if I, Wang Sanniang, don't marry this time, I will definitely tie you up!" My family will be the door-to-door son-in-law." After finishing speaking, he dragged the bridegroom officer and walked away.

The white-clothed monk still shouted from behind, "Female benefactor, you are sick, you need to be cured—"

(End of this chapter)