"Ha! I didn't expect that you, a little monk, would have to let me go on a trip in person. You are so pretty." The evil man in brocade clothes stared at the little monk in front of him, and when his eyes fell on his exquisite and outstanding face, a dim light flashed through his eyes.

This little monk looked exquisite and outstanding from a distance, but he was even more handsome and picturesque without looking up close. Especially his eyes, which were clear and pure, as if he was ignorant and simplicity of ignorance and simplicity, which really made him feel itchy when he saw it.

Tang Ning's eyes flashed slightly, and saw the middle-aged man who had been chasing her before standing behind the man in brocade. In addition to these two, there seemed to be a tough person who was guarding the man in brocade in the dark.

She automatically ignored the unconcealed and evil in the man in brocade-clothed clothes, and smiled: "What's wrong with the donor?"

Looking at the pure smile on the little monk's face, the evil man's eyes were faint. After calming down, he laughed softly, then rushed forward and reached out to grab the little monk.

"What a baby!"

The middle-aged man saw him rushing forward toward the little monk, and saw the evil smile on the corner of his lips, he couldn't help but be shocked and immediately shouted: "Second Master, be careful!"

When Tang Ning grabbed the man in brocade clothes at her, the dagger in her sleeve slid out and fell into her palm. She saw her move her steps and as her hand lifted the knife, she heard a breathless sound.

"hiss!"

The man in brocade clothes grabbed the hand that he was forward and was scratched. The knife was quick and fierce, and he cut his hand pulse at once.

The bloody red blood dripped down the wrist, and the smell of blood spread as it spreads in the alley...

However, Tang Ning did not give them a chance to react. After hurting the man's wrist, she kicked the other party in the back of the knee. While the man thumped down on one knee, her dagger was already on his neck.

At the same time, the middle-aged man and the person in the dark also came to her, captivating murderous aura, covering her entire body at this moment.

"Don't move!"

She shouted loudly, the dagger pressed against the man's neck, and a trace of blood oozed out. She squinted her eyes and stared at the two of them: "Back back! Otherwise, I will kill him!"

The man in brocade was pressed to kneel on one knee on the ground staring at his hands that were hanging down with strength, and sinisterness and bloodthirsty appeared in his eyes.

He was careless.

He didn't expect that a little monk, a little monk who had no spiritual energy all over his body, would give him such a knife, and he didn't expect that a little monk who looked easy to control was so skillful.

Looking at the blood dripping down the ground along his palm, he knew that his hand was useless.

"Little monk, if you let him go, we will let you go." The tall and thin man who came out of the dark said.

"Back back!" Tang Ning stared at them and sniffed. The other party's cultivation pressure fell on her, making her blood and blood tumbling, as if she couldn't help but go straight to her throat.

The man in brocade clothes was twisted and held behind his back, and his hand was weak and hung down with a dagger around his neck. He did not look back, but just laughed sinisterly and ordered: "You guys retreat."

Hearing this, the two looked at each other and then retreated several meters away.
Chapter completed!