God-slaughtering King

Among these people, including Nanmen Feng, he drank wine indifferently and chewed fragrant cooked beef without taking the things behind him in his heart.

This is the epitome of the world. Things like this happen all the time.

The strong is the king and the weak is the slave, which is the rule of the world.

What shit, kindness and justice are just used by scholars to cultivate their sentiment. They have no effect in this world.

Maybe she was beaten to anger, or the barbarian girl was tortured. If she wanted to die, she would quickly open her mouth and bite again on the man's hand.

"Bitch, I killed you!"

There was a sharp pain in his hand. The naked man with a beard wanted to crack, just like an eagle catching a chicken. He threw the girl at the distance, took out the short knife for waist protection and threw it to the girl's chest.

The man also had the highest level of cultivation in the spirit realm, and nine times out of ten the girl was just an ordinary person, and her hands and feet were locked at this time. She didn't want to stop the flying knife, but seemed to show a relieved smile.

Life is better than death and death, she chose the latter.

"Fuck, it's noisy. How do you let me eat?"

At this time, Nanmen Feng suddenly stood up. In the clear soup noodles in front of him, I don't know when there was a thin layer of yellow sand.

These yellow sands are the result of this man's good use of spiritual power.

The big man subconsciously looked this way, but what he saw was a fist like a beast's head.

Bang

A blow weighing tens of thousands of kilograms hit the bearded man's face heavily. The man's nose bone and face broke instantly and crackled through.

At this time, the big man with more than 300 kilograms pierced the linen wall like a dead pig and hit the yellow sand wall in the distance.

With the two bangs, the big man's two eyes burst. Red, white and various colors of liquid gushed out of the big man's seven orifices. He was dead and could not die anymore.

Because some yellow sand has lost his life, I'm afraid the great man will never believe the cause of his death when he comes to the palace of hell.

At this time, the short knife thrown by the big man was close to the barbarian girl's eyes. The next moment, it was to pierce the girl's chest.

Nanmen Maple's eyes moved with the knife. He couldn't bear to die in a flash. Nanmen Maple sat down again and didn't want to take care of other people's affairs.

Bang

Just when the girl calmly welcomed the death, a golden light appeared in front of the girl, which made the girl subconsciously close her eyes.

The flying dagger fell to the ground with the crisp sound of metal collision.

When the girl opened her eyes again, a strange figure appeared in front of her.

This is a bald little monk. He is not very old. He looks beautiful and white. There is a strange red mark in the center of his eyebrows.

The little monk is wearing a simple open arm yellow monk's robe, white hands, red brown Zen beads on his wrists and neck.

"Girl, are you all right?"

The little monk stood with his hands on his chest and smiled at the girl.

His smile is as pure as a child and as warm as the rising sun, which makes it difficult for anyone to feel bad.

The girl nodded in panic, subconsciously retreated a few steps, and put her hands around her waist with vigilance. She didn't believe that someone in the world would save her.

"Don't be afraid, girl..."

The little monk slowly stretched out his hand, and the golden light was fleeting.

Ding... Bang

When the golden light was dim, the chains and shackles made of special refined iron suddenly turned into a pile of scrap iron and fell off the girl's hands and feet,

The girl looked at the iron chain on the ground and was surprised. An unbelievable color floated on her cheeks stained with a lot of blood and yellow sand.

She raised her head and looked at the little monk in front of her. She was still unable to determine each other's real purpose.

The little monk bowed his head slightly and silently recited Amitabha. His eyes and breath were clearer than clear water, and finally made the girl put down her guard.

"Thank you... Thank you..."

The girl's voice is a little hoarse, obviously because she has been tortured, and her tone is somewhat different from that of ordinary people, because she is a barbarian.

This thank you made the little monk smile, "if you want to thank me, go and tell the little childe!"

With a smile, the little monk and the girl looked at Nanmen Feng together.

Thank me?

Nanmen Feng was stunned and subconsciously ate another mouthful of beef. He didn't understand what the nosy little monk was doing.

The little monk led the girl to the shop. The girl quietly looked at the big hole in the wall and saw that the man who had just beaten her had died miserably.

A touch of happiness and hatred appeared again in the depths of the girl's eyes.

The people around are still indifferent. They should eat and drink. No one takes what has just happened to heart.

"Thank you..."

The girl who had never seen the world bowed to the South Gate Maple who was eating with the unique etiquette of the tribe at the sign of the little monk.

This is her sincere thanks. Compared with the little monk who saved her life, she is more grateful to nanmenfeng who killed the person she hates most.

Nanmen Feng frowned. Although he didn't speak, his breath became a little angry.

The little monk smiled strangely and said, "your thanks, this little childe has received it. Please leave here and go back to your hometown..."

"Thank you, thank you..."

As soon as she mentioned her hometown, the girl nodded again and again, tears in her eyes, and then turned around and ran quickly towards the south of the city.

"Little bald lad, are you playing with young master Ben!"

After the girl left, Nanmen Feng suddenly looked at the table with a wine pot and patted it. He was extremely dissatisfied with the little monk in front of him.

"Why did you say that, young master?"

The little monk smiled, with a touch of strange meaning, as if to ponder.

"Just mind your own business. Why do you force young master Raben into the water?"

Nanmen Feng angrily said, "I didn't have your mind to be nosy. I just made a move because that bastard spilled yellow sand into my meal..."

"Ha ha..."

The little monk smiled without saying anything, and the color of playfulness on his face became more and more obvious.

"Little bald ladle, but you dare to belittle me..."

Nanmen Feng was furious and subconsciously touched the handle of the unknown knife.

He has never been the only one to ponder over when someone can show such a smile in front of him.

How unreasonable!

"No..."

The little monk always smiled and seemed to see through all the thoughts of nanmenfeng.

"With the young master's strength, if there is yellow sand falling, you can blow it away with a gentle breath..."

"And..."

The little monk looked at the basin of clear noodles in front of the South Gate maple and said with a smile, "why doesn't the yellow sand fall on the table, on the wine pot, or on the beef, but in the center of this bowl of noodles?"

In the end, the little monk looked at the right hand stained with a lot of sand on the unknown knife handle and couldn't laugh himself.

"Laugh, I make you laugh..."

Nanmen Feng's right hand holding the handle of the knife couldn't help shaking. At the moment, he really wanted to sacrifice the black knife and cut off the small bald ladle head in front of him.

Nanmen Maple's naked killing did not make the little monk smile, but increased his arrogance.

He came to the table of nanmenfeng and sat down. With a smile in his eyes, he called the store and ordered a bowl of plain noodles.

"Little bald lad, a person is too smart, but it will be annoying!"

South Gate Maple cold road.

As the little monk guessed, the yellow sand in the noodle bowl was sprinkled by nanmenfeng himself. His purpose is to give him a reason to do it.

As for the reason for doing so, Nanmen Feng couldn't tell himself. Anyway, his mind was hot, and then he followed his instinct.

But nanmenfeng didn't expect that all this was exposed and put on the title of courageous.

With shame and anger, Nanmen Feng immediately felt hatred in his heart and was ready to teach the little monk a lesson at any time.

"Young master, you have a heart to do good, but why do you have to hide it?"

The little monk asked.

"Good will only make people weak, while evil will make people strong. I just want to be strong..."

After a long silence, Nanmen Feng couldn't bear it and said, "so please don't position me with your so-called kindness. I despise you!"

After leaving such a sentence, Nanmen Feng checked out angrily and left.

If he stays any longer, Nanmen Feng will really attack the clever little bald lad in front of him.

"What a freak..."

The little monk looked at the back of Nanmen Maple leaving, and the smile on his face was gradually replaced by strangeness.

……

That night, in an inn somewhere in the desert city.

The doors and windows are tightly screened to isolate the flying sand from the outside. Although the furnishings in the room are a little shabby, it's lucky to be able to stay in this desert city.

"Bastard, I haven't found it yet!"

With a clear slap in the face, a group of guards with cultivation far beyond the chemical weapons realm quickly knelt to the ground.

"Excuse me, young master. There are so many people here that my subordinates have no way to find out! In case of trouble, I'm afraid it will cause more trouble to the young master!"

The young master in the mouth of the guards is a handsome young man in a light blue robe. He has a bright red palm print on his left face.

He seems to be the blue childe at the end of the misty mountains, ready to take the opportunity of heroes to save the United States.

"Hum, joke, in this desert city, is there anything I can't provoke with blue jade moves!"

The young man in blue snorted with disdain.

The guards bowed their heads and said nothing. Although LAN Ruyu's words were arrogant, they were also true.

"Search, search as soon as possible, and bring the broken piece to my young master before the opening day of the Yi ancient tomb three days later..."

The blue clothes childe clenched his teeth and ordered.

"Yes, my subordinates..."

The guards did not dare to say much and quickly withdrew from the room.

The inn is located under the corner of the city wall. It is much cleaner than the inn in the center of the city. It is the perfect place for many young Juncai who came from Yi ancient tombs. The inn has three floors and is full of people at this time.

Out of the inn, when the guards were worried about where to look for the boy in black, a guard suddenly screamed.

"Look, it's Green Wood Wolf black. It's what the young master said!"

The people were shocked and looked around together.

Sure enough, in the corner of the courtyard of the inn, a huge black wolf was lying on the ground and falling asleep. It seemed to be the mount of the South Gate maple, the green wood black wolf.