Before she could dissipate her surprise, she saw a black shadow flashing in front of her. The thing she was about to catch with her hands was snatched. She immediately asked her beautiful eyes to glar, and she sank in her dantian, and shouted angrily: "Who is it? Which turtle..."

When he turned around and looked at him, his eyes fell on the man wearing a black robe and a mask on his face, his voice suddenly stopped, and he held it down in one breath, and turned to reveal the pure and gentle smile of a Buddhist disciple.

"Amitabha, I really don't meet you anywhere in life. I didn't expect to meet you here. The donor is really destined to be with me!"

I've been in trouble for eight lifetimes. How could I still encounter this evil star in such a place?

His eyes were stolen at the Qiankun bag he was snatching, and he took it in his hand and glanced at the Qiankun bag.

Grab it? Shouldn't it be?

Fight? How could you beat him?

Giving up? She hasn't warmed up yet!

Her eyes rolled and she said with a smile: "Please return the things in the donor's hand to the little monk!" As she spoke, she stepped forward and reached out to grab the Qiankun bag.

When Mo Ye heard the little monk's words, his brows raised slightly under the mask. Seeing that he wanted to grab something from his hand while he was not paying attention, the corner of his lips couldn't help but curl, and his hand holding the Qiankun bag was behind him, and asked, "How did you recognize me?"

Tang Ning grabbed a little bit, and couldn't help but withdraw his hand awkwardly, looking at him and laughed: "The donor has a unique noble aura. Looking at the world, I guess I can't find a second one."

With his evil spirit, it is difficult to recognize him!

Listening to this, Mo Ye glanced at him and always felt that his words did not seem to be praising him.

"Why are you here?"

He glanced at the corpse on the ground, looked at the little monk, and said, "Aren't Buddhist disciples not killing? I see that you don't hesitate to do anything."

Seeing that his hand was always behind him, Tang Ning seemed to have no idea to return the thing to her for a while, and he didn't know how long he had been hiding in the dark and watching?

So he spoke, "The donor doesn't know anything. I am a little novice monk who is a scheming monk. I have traveled everywhere to increase my knowledge, but I was caught by these people as bait."

As she said that, she raised a smile on her face, folded her hands in front of her, and began to talk seriously again: "Fortunately, I Buddha blessed me and escaped from death. But this man followed him all the way and wanted to seize the treasures on the little monk. The little monk had no choice but to fight him to the death."

After a pause, she looked at the corpse on the ground and sighed: "Amitabha, it's good to die. If you die early, you will be reborn as a good person in the next life."

Mo Ye glanced at him with a smile. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have been fooled by this little monk's ability to turn black and white.

"Donor, the little monk's bag." She glanced behind him, smiling with a pleasant look on her face.

Looking at the little monk's eyebrows and eyes, Mo Ye's eyes flashed slightly. He did not return the Qiankun bag to him, but glanced at the girl who quietly came behind the little monk, and then said: "This is a dangerous place and it is not suitable for a long time. Since you have escaped danger, then follow this direction and you can leave this forest."

"My bag..." Tang Ning said unwillingly.
Chapter completed!