Tang Ning, who left Baicao Tower, faintly noticed a venomous snake-like gaze staring at her.

She looked around quietly and walked away, heading to a dense place in the crowd. The middle-aged man in the dark saw that the little monk wanted to escape, so he immediately chased after him and reached out to grab the little monk, but because the crowd squeezed him, the little monk avoided him.

In order to avoid the hand that was being grabbed behind him, Tang Ning looked slightly forward, but was hit by the child running on the street, and his body lost its balance and rushed forward, stolen in the arms of the man.

However, before she could fall into the man's arms, she felt that her body that had lost balance and pounced forward was stabilized, and what stabilized her was a big hand pressing on her naked head.

Looking at the small body that was falling into his arms and the little bald head that was pressed by him in his eyes, Mo Ye frowned slightly, glanced at the crowd with a cold look, and his eyes fell on the middle-aged man who was dodging and retreating.

Seeing the middle-aged man crawling into the crowd and disappearing, he also withdrew his gaze and retreated the little bald head in his palm: "Let go."

The low voice, with a hint of pressure and the indifference that kept people from thousands of miles into Tang Ning's ears, felt that his head was pushed, and he also took a step back.

After she stabilized her body, she let go of her hand holding the other person's robe, touched her little bald head, and looked behind her. Seeing that the person who had chased her had disappeared, she looked at the person in front of her.

The man in front of her had almost perfect facial features that seemed to be carved by heaven, with a firm face, a deep and mysterious black pupil, a tightly pursed thin lips, and a look of nobleness that seemed to be born with her. She was so surprised that she couldn't help but stare at her for a moment...

Seeing a little monk showing a stunning look at him, Mo Ye's face turned black and his cold eyes swept over the picturesque face of the little monk. Just as he was about to leave, he saw the little monk smiling like a cunning fox.

"Amitabha, donor, meeting is fate. You are a person of heaven. Please open the door of convenience and make a connection with the Buddha!" ​​While speaking, she took out the bowl in her arms, looked at the man in front of her with a pair of eyes smiling and looking at the man in front of her.

This top-notch man with a turtle aura all over his body and a god-like appearance is rare.

"The man of heaven?"

Mo Ye's face turned cold, his cold breath was even worse than before, and even had a faint murderous intent, just as if the little monk in front of him had touched some taboo, and even his eyes became cold and ruthless.

Seeing the change in the other party's aura, Tang Ning's eyes flashed slightly, and she was slightly surprised. What she said was all good things, why did she look like she was stepping on his tail? She looked like she wanted to kill someone?

Mo Ye, who was about to leave, stepped forward and approached the little monk in front of him step by step. The powerful pressure on his body emanated, making everyone on the streets noticed discomfort and avoided them.

A large piece of open space suddenly appeared on the big street. In the middle, there was only a man in a black robe and two black-clothed guards standing one meter behind the man.
Chapter completed!