The monk did not answer, but just looked at her quietly. Her clear eyes reflected her ugly figure, which made Haitang turn his head quickly: "I'm leaving! I won't come again, goodbye!"

Seeing her leaving in a hurry, the monk looked at the silver in the cloth bag again, as if he had thought of something, his face changed and he hurriedly chased her, even forgot to clean up the cloth on the ground.

...

"Bitch! Let you drill into a dog hole! Let you steal money! The last time I caught you, I just broke one of your legs, and I won't beat you to death this time!"

"Call me!"

Haitang held his head, curled up, and lay on the ground in the dilapidated temple.

The sticks were raised and fell ruthlessly, making her skin burst into pieces, on the ground, on the wall, on the stick, and on their faces... were all her blood.

But strangely, it doesn't seem to hurt much?

Haitang's eyes gradually lost their spirits, and their minds gradually became blurred.

Did the monk leave...

"Boom--"

A thunder sounded and the heavy rain poured down in an instant.

"Manager Li seems to have been beaten to death..."

"Hmph, she's getting a bargain, go!"

The group came and left in a hurry.

It doesn't matter how much money the beggar stole. What's important is that she dares to offend the nobles.

The rain hit her with a crackling sound.

On his dying moment, Haitang seemed to see a embarrassed figure running wildly in the rain.

It seems to be...that monk?

No...No, he is so anxious that he can't even strike thunder.

But, a pair of hands picked her up from the ground.

A moment of Qingming flashed through Haitang's mind. When he looked up, he turned out to be a monk...

"You... are transformed... fate..."

"Is it enough..."

Haitang's pupils completely lost their spirits, and his shadow was dimly reflected.

"There are too much..." The monk's hand gradually exerted force, "I... can't get rid of this fate, but I still... I owe the donor again..."

Haitang couldn't understand what he was talking about.

The consciousness is no longer controlled, blood foam is overflowing from his mouth, and his face is also frustrated by the rain.

"Monk, my life... is too short..."

She raised her head with difficulty, as if she wanted to catch something.

"But... this moment... is so long..."

Her hands drooped weakly and hit the ground, splashing blood.

If there is a next life... If you can turn into a big fish, you will forget the pain in the world in an instant and forget you...
Chapter completed!