mad dragon son-in-law

Chapter 452 Strange Drum

The person who stole the money was subdued by the monks who drove over, waiting for the police to come and arrest him.

But at this moment, thunderous applause erupted from the audience, praising Xiao Feng's bravery one after another, and even many young girls came forward to take photos and ask for contact information.

But at this moment, a little girl who looked five or six years old with a chubby face walked up to Xiao Feng, tugged at the corner of his clothes, raised her head and said, "Brother, this flower is for you. When I grow up, I will be as brave as you and be a hero praised by everyone!"

Xiao Feng took the flowers from the little girl, squatted down, rubbed the little girl's head, smiled unconsciously, and watched her return to her mother.

Flowers, applause.

Xiao Feng, who was admired by all the stars, finally realized why so many people are willing to be heroes.

This feeling of being admired and praised really gives people an indescribable sense of accomplishment!
However, if there is a choice, Xiao Feng is not willing to be a hero, because the ending of a hero is often not so satisfactory, there are too many things to bear, and life is too uncomfortable.

Just imagine, if the person who stopped the money-stealing person just now was an ordinary person, no matter how many flowers and applause there are at this moment, can the injury be healed?
"Hmph!" The little girl stomped her feet angrily.

The reason she was angry was not because the little girl gave Xiao Feng flowers, after all, she would not be jealous of a five or six year old child.

What really made him dissatisfied was the adoration in the eyes of Qi Xiaoman and Xiao Yalan looking at Xiao Feng, as well as their joyful looks.

It's not that you are acting bravely, why do you look so honorable?

After a long time, the crowd began to disperse. The little girl who had just sent flowers to Xiao Feng waved her hand to Xiao Feng, and said with a sweet smile: "Big brother goodbye."

"Goodbye." Xiao Feng waved his hand with a smile on his face.

Xiao Feng sighed in disappointment, it would have been great if Du Qingyue had been present at the scene just now, but then he remembered that there were a lot of people taking pictures and videos just now, maybe he could find himself by searching the Internet.

"Did anyone take a picture or video just now?" Xiao Feng walked up to everyone and asked.

"Yes, yes, I took a picture." Qi Xiaoman raised his hand and said.

"It will be sent to my mobile phone later, this is also a highlight moment."

While talking, Xiao Feng looked at Lu Yao: "Yaoyao, when the time comes, you can make an edit of my video and the clip of Lao Zhao lying on the bus, and put it together, so that he can feel the difference. "

Everyone was speechless, what kind of person is this!
Glancing at the little girl who was still sulking, Xiao Feng walked over and handed over the flowers in his hand: "Don't be so sad, promise, I will send you a flower."

"Tch, I don't care about it!" The little girl said angrily.

But saying so, the body still responded honestly and took the flowers over.

The drum was broken by the monks of Qingquan Temple, so it must be useless to play the drum, so everyone wanted to go back to the main hall to see if the chanting was over.

However, after walking a few steps, I heard the sound of running footsteps behind me, and someone shouted out of breath: "All benefactors, please stay!"

Xiao Feng and others turned around and saw the monk who was in charge of collecting money earlier.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Feng asked.

The monk took a few deep breaths, calmed his breath, and explained: "I just saw that the benefactors queued for a long time, and also saved my temple from a loss, so please wait a moment, wait for my brother to send the new Bring your drums here, and let you play the drums for free."

Everyone looked at each other, then nodded in agreement.

From this point of view, the monk is quite kind, not to mention more or less, at least to repay his kindness!

Not long after, a young monk came with a drum and put it on the drum stand, but this drum was very different from the previous big drum. It was at least three or four times smaller in size, and it was about the same size as a waist drum.

Moreover, when the drum is placed on the drum stand, it looks extremely out of proportion. Although it is not as exaggerated as a meatball on the table of the Eight Immortals, it is not too different.

In addition to these, the color and shape of the drum skin are also different from the drums we usually see.

The color of the drum skin is slightly black. At first glance, it looks like it is covered with a layer of dust, and there is a black pattern on it, like some kind of totem or symbol.

"Why does this look like a yo-yo?" The little girl couldn't help but burst out laughing, her expression changed instantly.

While everyone couldn't help laughing, they had to admit that the little girl's description was quite accurate. The double-sided drum was wide at both ends and narrow in the middle. Isn't it just like a yo-yo played by a child.

When the monk saw this drum, he couldn't help being stunned: "I asked you to change the drum, why did you bring such a small one?"

The monk who delivered the drum said helplessly: "I also want to change to a bigger one. The problem is that all the big drums have been borrowed by Qingquan Temple. I just dig this one out from the corner, otherwise there will be no drums at all."

"It seems that the bastards in Qingquan Temple have been premeditated for a long time." The monk couldn't help cursing, but then realized that he had slipped his words, put his hands together quickly, and muttered: "It's a sin, a sin, please forgive the sin."

After a while, the monk smiled shyly and said, "I'm sorry, benefactor, how about you knock twice?"

Xiao Feng wanted to say no, but Master Jiu agreed in advance: "It's better than nothing, let it go."

These words made Xiao Feng instantly realize that something was wrong. He glanced at Master Jiu, but saw that the other party shook his head slightly, and at the same time motioned for him to play the drums.

Xiao Feng was at a loss and couldn't figure out what Jiu Ye had discovered, but he still walked to the front of the small drum, clenched his hand into a fist, protruded his index finger outwards, and knocked on the drum.

"Boom..."

The moment the sound came out, Xiao Feng's pupils shrank suddenly, because the sound made by this drum was so strange.

At the moment of knocking down, Xiao Feng actually had a feeling that his heart stopped beating, and then he felt a tightness in his chest, a feeling of nausea and retching.

This feeling, if I have to describe it, is like taking a bus, and the driver has to slam on the brakes from time to time. After getting off the bus, I feel dizzy and nauseated, and I have to hold back my nausea.

Xiao Feng looked at the other people, and found that everyone was frowning slightly, as if they felt uncomfortable to some extent.

He was not in a hurry to ask Master Jiu what he found, but continued to tap the drum twice to confirm whether the feeling just now was an accidental illusion.

"Dong dong..."

After two sounds, it was confirmed that this discomfort was not an illusion. The sound made this time was even more uncomfortable than the previous one.

The monk who was in charge of collecting the money couldn't help retching, and his face changed significantly.

(End of this chapter)