Supernatural: a Poor Monk Becomes Stronger when He Crosses a Ghost

"Female benefactor, why don't you leave a WeChat message and the poor monk will send it to you when the time comes?"

"Why don't we come to Fazong Temple and have a chat in the back room to study and study this blood clan together? The poor monk actually has a lot of research on Western culture.

Hongyi: "..."

woman:"……"

"Haha...Old thing, your body can stand it..." The woman sneered.

Only, the words are not finished!

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

A flowing voice sounded from the second floor of the villa, and then a black evening dress, the sound of leather shoes stepped on the ground.

"I can handle it... I really want to taste the witch hunt!"

In the darkness, a pair of silver eyes looked down coldly.

indifferent.

Dismissively.

The moment the voice sounded, the woman's face changed greatly, as if she saw something frightening, she rushed to the taxi and pulled out the huge cross, as if this thing could give her a sense of security at this moment.

Hong Yi looked at the man with silver eyes in surprise, with long golden hair, meticulously combed, and a high nose bridge, he turned out to be a foreigner.

Very handsome foreigner.

Only the sharp canine teeth revealed his vampire status.

Looking at the woman's reaction, the foreign man was obviously more talented than Xue Feng.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

"Witch Hunter, sacrifice to the noble Viscount..."

As he spoke, he pulled out a silver revolver from his waist.

boom!

A shot goes off!

The woman stared blankly at the little monk who was pulling her hand.

This monk's chest is a bit sturdy!

Good Man!

In the nick of time, Hong Yi gave the woman a hand.

Unexpectedly, this woman took advantage of the situation to go downhill and wrapped her arms around herself.

ah ah ah ah...

Another water balloon!

However, Hongyi didn't have time to feel it, because more gunshots sounded.

"Get down!"

Bang bang bang bang!

Squatting behind the taxi with his arms around the woman's neck, dense bullets shot on the body, sparking bursts of sparks.

"Tsk tsk..."

"Wow, a hero saves beauty..."

"Isn't the witch hunter already moved, but unfortunately he is a monk from the East, haha..."

"Don't you want the heart of God?"

"Why don't you dare to come out?"

The man stood on the second floor and kept taunting.

Hong Yi could feel the woman next to him called the Witch Hunter trembling slightly, not knowing whether she was angry or frightened.

"Little monk, how about we join forces?" The witch hunter turned to Hong Yi and said:

"This is the Viscount of the blood clan, the strength is very powerful..."

Viscount?

Just now Xue Feng claimed to be a baron!

Is this a level higher?

"How is it?" The witch hunter was a little anxious.

There's no way to be impatient.

She is a little 2nd-level witcher. She can still see the baron, and the viscount is absolutely dead, no, nine dead, one dead.

But the little monk beside him didn't speak, just stared at him with big eyes.

"Don't look at it, join forces, join forces. Go back to my mother to show you, okay?" The witch hunter said angrily.