Raiders of Abuse Scum

  Chapter 541 If you don't love me, you go to die 18

  Bearing the reputation of being a traitor to Shaolin Temple, Cihang naturally cannot continue to be a monk.

  But he was unwilling to let him marry himself and go to Miaojiang with himself, and she was unwilling to let Jiu Jiu give up the fragments of Ci Hang's body, and the two fell into a weird entanglement.

   Ci Hang looked down: "The sky is big and the earth is big, and there is always a place for a little monk."

  Jiu Jiu raised her mouth and laughed: "Yes, even if you can't continue to be a monk, you can still marry me."

  Ci Hang pulls her lips, Jian Jiujiu’s eyes are gentle and gentle, with a trace of affection that is not easily detectable, but more of the compassion of the people in the world: "Little benefactor, little monk is a monk."

Listening to Cihang reiterating that he was a monk, Jiujiu rolled his eyes angrily: "A traitor monk who has stayed with my demon girl for more than ten days? Cihang, are you really stupid or fake? Even if you think about it again As a monk, you can never be a monk in your life."

  "The little monk didn't change his mind from the beginning." As long as he has a pious heart, he will always be a monk whether he is in Shaolin Temple or not.

  Looking at Cihang, Jiu Jiu sighed in frustration.

  This great monk had his head broken by those Buddhist scriptures. No matter what she said, she wanted to be a monk. She was obviously not willing to marry her if she lost a bet. Is it really that important to be a monk?

  You can’t eat meat, you can’t marry, and you can’t even hug the girl you like. Jiujiu doesn’t understand. It’s so hard to be a monk, so why does Cihang still be a monk?

"Just forget it if you don't want to." Jiu Jiu glanced at Ci Hang. Although she liked the fragments on Ci Hang's body, she also hoped that he could be with herself. Fortunately, the fragments were returned to him in the end. Since Cihang didn't want to, she didn't force it.

Although it is a pity that it is inevitable, she does not want to force Ci Hang.

Jiujiu's mood was inevitably a little depressed. Seeing Ci Hang's eyes with some water, her eyes drooped, her shoulders slumped weakly, and her voice did not have the cheers and excitement of the past, and she said in despair, "Then wait for me to kill. After Purdue, he will return to Miaojiang."

  Jiujiu finished speaking, and walked forward before Cihang waited.

   But how lonely and lonely you are from the back, even the cheerful bells of the past are a bit low.

  Cihang sighed and stepped to keep up.

The   Wulin Conference was held for the purpose of killing demons, and the initiator was Purdue.

It’s also funny. Although the Demon Sect is the Demon Sect, it doesn’t actually do much harm to the world. On the contrary, Purdue, a respectable monk, has actually done countless things that are injurious to the world, coveting female sex, and even to the end. Of murder.

  Not even his own children let go.

   Tiger poison does not eat seeds, but Purdue is not as good as a beast.

  His heart and liver are full of the stench of corrosion, and Purdue is more like a man in the magic sect than those who kill and arson magnanimously.

  In other words, he is not as good as those in the Demon Cult. He is more like a hypocrite, a respectable hypocrite.

  Because of the martial arts conference, the guards of Shaolin Temple were very relaxed. After a while, Jiujiu and Purdue slipped to the front desk of the competition.

  It is Mo Yu who is fighting against others at this time.

  Mo Yu wears a white robe and holds a long sword in his hand. In the sun, he has a handsome face and a cold light in his eyes.

  Jiujiu took a step, drew a long sword from the arms of the people around him, turned over and jumped onto the martial arts stage, and said with a smile: "I'm coming!"

  As soon as the voice fell, Jiujiu stood opposite Mo Yu.

  A cyan shirt, her hair scattered with the wind, under the sun, a tender face is amazingly beautiful.

  Mo Yu took a breath, and subconsciously called: "Jiu Jiu,"

  Jiu Jiu hooked the corner of her mouth, her eyes waved, her smile was enchanting, her eyes were like hooks, her voice was not immature, but she was as enchanting as a enchanting girl: "Long time no see, Lord Mo."

  At the moment when he saw Jiujiu, Mo Yu subconsciously took a step forward, but when he recovered, he backed away, and whispered: "Why are you here?"

"You can come, why can't I come?" Jiujiu tilted his head and looked at Mo Yu, with an innocent and innocent look on his face. She smiled and said, "Like you, I am here to be the leader of the martial arts. of."

  "Jiu Jiu, don't mess around." Mo Yu whispered: "The sword is silent, Jiu Jiu, you go down quickly, I will find you after the match."

  Jiu Jiu rolled up a strand of hair and wrapped it around her fingers randomly, smiled lightly at the corner of her mouth, and slightly bent her eyes: "Do you think I'm here to play?"

  Mo Yu pursed his lips, there is no words but the meaning is self-evident, he just thinks that Jiujiu is here to play.

   Jiujiu smiled, drew out the long sword in his hand, and pointed the sword at Mo Yu: "Mo Yu, I'm not here to play, I'm here to kill."

  Mo Yu's complexion changed slightly, and his hands on the hilt of the sword tightened tightly.

   Jiujiu smiled sarcastically, look, I heard that he was here to kill, and Mo Yu, who was still gentle and caring about him just now, had an indifferent face, clearly he would draw his sword if he didn't agree with him.

  So, there are no eternal friends, only eternal enemies.

   "Are you going to stop me?" Jiujiu looked at Mo Yu and asked.

  Mo Yu held the sword in his hand and looked at Jiujiu with unbearable eyes: "Jiujiu don't make trouble."

   "Why don't you believe me when I speak." Jiujiu chuckled lightly, and drew his fingers across the water into ice, attacking Mo Yu.

  Mo Yu raised his sword to meet the enemy.

  The two quickly entangled in a ball. Although Jiujiu was holding a long sword, it really made the palm of the ice really cold, and the ability of condensing water into ice with one hand successfully made everyone look dumbfounded.

  Hanbing Palm is a lost skill. I didn't expect it to be reproduced in the hands of such a little girl. Greed instantly appeared in the eyes of people with wrong minds.

  Among them, Purdue is especially true. His eyes are hot and greedy. It looks like a master of Taoism where there is half a point. It is more like a bandit than a bandit.

   Jiujiu struggled with Mo Yu for a while, Mo Yu was slapped off the table by Jiujiu, and there was even a palm print on his chest that had condensed ice.

  Mo Hang lifted Mo Yu up with a distressed look, stared at Jiujiu and cursed: "The demon girl."

  Jiujiu smiled: "I was born in southern Xinjiang, my mother is a saint in southern Xinjiang, and my father is an eminent monk, isn't it a demon?"

When   Jiujiu said the first half of the sentence, everyone looked calm. Could the girl from Southern Xinjiang be a demon? But when she heard the second half of the sentence, she didn't feel like it in an instant. What did she say?

  Her father is a Taoist monk, how can a monk marry a wife and have children?

   What's more, you want to be with the Miao Jiang Demon Girl?

   There was a whisper underneath, and Pudu, who was still greedy just now, looked a little ugly, and some could not sit still, watching Jiujiu's eyes were cold and stern, and said threateningly: "Don't talk nonsense."

  "Nonsense?" Jiu Jiu raised her eyebrows: "Then Master Purdue and I confessed with blood to know if I was talking gibberish."

   Purdue sternly scolded: "Nonsense."

  (End of this chapter)