First Lady of the Crown Prince

  Chapter 681 Master shots (one more)

  The appearance of the monk was too shocking, and even the two Jinyiwei watched for a long time before regaining his senses.

  Then the two were shocked.

what did he say?

  Fight with him for a long time, and killed the four of them who were Jinyiwei...Is it actually a girl?

  Also, how did he know that they were the Jinyiwei of the Prince's Mansion?

  Where did he come from? Do you follow them all the way or just pass by?

  "Who are you anyway!" The leader clenched the long sword in his hand.

  The other party’s breath was totally unnoticeable. Either there was no martial arts, or the martial arts had reached the realm of returning to basics, he glanced at the sword that was nailed to the tree.

   There was a gap in the sword body.

  He looked at the surrounding open space again, and unexpectedly found a green leaf stuck in the soil.

  The pupils of the headed person are shaking!

  Could it be that this monk just hit his sword with a leaf?

   Still limping abruptly?

  How terrible is this internal force?

  The monk smiled and said: "A monk, my name is not enough to mention."

  Under the moonlight, his smile inexplicably revealed a gloomy and strange feeling, and the hearts of the two Jin Yiwei could not help but twitch.

  Shit as a monk!

  I have never seen such an evil monk!

The person headed by    unconsciously filled with jealousy in his heart. He held the hilt of the sword, stabilized his mind, and said in a cold voice, "Monk! It's not your business! Just get out of your sight!"

   "Oh." The monk opened his lips lightly, sighed faintly, and said, "The monks are compassionate, why do the two benefactors fight and kill? Is there something to say?"

  Another Jinyiwei pointed at the sword and roared: "Whoever steps on the horse must tell you! Either get out of the way! Or kill the bald donkey with you!"

  "Oh?" The monk smiled faintly, and then he raised the hand with the beads, and tapped his delicate chin with his slender fingertips, as if lost in thought, "You want to kill?"

The people headed by    heard that, somehow, the uneasy feeling in my heart became stronger and stronger.

  The strength of this monk is completely invisible to him!

  Jin Yiwei disdainfully said: "Brother, don't talk nonsense with him! Just leave this kind of guy to me! Anyway, he knows who we are, and he must stop talking!"

   He said, looking at the monk who is not as beautiful as a mortal under the moonlit night, he said fiercely, "Remember to be nosy in your next life! Go to death—"

  He rushed towards the monk, and when he was ten steps away from the monk, he jumped up suddenly, holding the hilt with both hands in the air, and slashed at the monk volley!

  This is the rhythm of splitting the monk's life into two halves!

  "Stop—" The headed man stretched out his hand, trying to stop him, but it was too late, and his sword went down.

  The monk raised his eyes to look at Jin Yiwei who had attacked in the air, gently curled the corners of his lips, raised his left hand that did not hold the Buddhist beads, and lightly flicked his fingertips.

   "What's the situation? My sword..." Jin Yiwei only felt that a mighty force like the vast sea hit his sword, half of his body was paralyzed, and he was flew out by that terrible force!

  He fell heavily on the ground and slid through a long pit one foot deep and one foot long, until he stopped at the feet of the leader.

  Not a lot of half an inch, not a lot of half an inch.

  Everything is under control, just right.

  "Big, big brother..." He spit out a mouthful of blood and lost his breath on the spot.

The person headed by    looked at Jin Yiwei who was killed in one move in disbelief, and his eyes widened in horror.

  Jin Yiwei is not all dead, but six of them are.

  The dead man was more brave and fearless than ordinary people, and never flinched in battle, but for the first time in his life, he gave birth to a retreat.

   Damn it!

  Where did the monk come from?

  Let’s just come with a kid who can't die first, why is there such a perverted master again?

   His eyes were trembling, and he held back the trembling that seemed to come from the soul: "I won't fight anymore! You let me go!"

  The monk smiled: "Okay."

The person headed by    turned around and ran away!

  The monk smiled softly, pointed his fingertips towards his distant back, and a strong internal force penetrated his heart like a substance!

   There was a sharp pain in his chest, and a splash of blood splashed in front of his eyes. He opened his mouth unbelievably and threw himself forward.

  He smoothed out a large piece of grass before he could stop, and then his whole body trembled, and the breath in the dantian suddenly dissipated.

   "Why, why... didn't you agree... let me go..."

  The monk walked over casually and gave him a condescending look: "I promised to let you go, but didn't say, let you go alive."

   "You... step on a horse..." The headed man swallowed.

  The monk raised his eyebrows and came to Gu Jiao again.

  Gu Jiao passed out, her face buried in the grass, lying on the ground like a sad little frog.

  The monk said with emotion: “It’s not bad to be able to kill four.

  ...

  Gu Jiao was awakened by a burst of crackling firewood. She opened her eyes and found herself lying in a ruined temple with spider webs hanging on the Buddha statues and beams, and no one had been here for long.

  The tip of her nose smelled the delicious smell of meat.

  Someone was grilling, and the sound just came from the firewood.

"Woke up?"

  A lazy man's voice sounded behind the firewood pile.

  This sound is a bit familiar, as if I have heard it somewhere.

  Gu Jiao's first reaction was to sit up and restore her alert state.

   Then she saw the monk behind the fire.

"It's you?"

   Isn’t this the beautiful monk I saw in the countryside?

  She went up the mountain to find the abbot, and ran into a monk who fell into a trap on the way. What impressed her most was that the monk was so good-looking, and the second most impressed was that the monk was so wonderful.

  The monk was bitten by a poisonous snake, and then he killed the poisonous snake.

  Gu Jiao blinked, staring at him for an instant, "Why did you come to Yan Country?"

  The monk roasted the meat and said, "How are you sure that this is the country of Yan?"

   "Huh?" Gu Jiao was taken aback, "I returned to Zhaoguo?"

   "Hahaha!" The monk suddenly laughed.

  Gu Jiao didn't think there was anything ridiculous. She stood up and checked her condition. The wound on her body was coated with gold sore medicine and healed well, and it was no serious problem.

  She looked around again. She was sleeping on a pile of hay, with her small back basket and her red spear lying on her feet.

  She clearly remembered that there were eight pigtails on the red spear, but now they have become ten.

  It’s not the monk who did it, right?

  Do you monks have a habit of braiding?

   "Those two people are dead?" Gu Jiao remembered that there were two Jinyiwei remaining before she passed out.

   "Dead," the monk said.

   "Oh, good." Gu Jiao didn't ask how the two people died.

  The monk did not take the initiative to say.

  Gu Jiao said again: "Where is this? How long have I slept?"

The monk    said: "Near the place where you fainted, you have slept for five days."

  Gu Jiao said weirdly: "Why do I sleep so long?"

  She won’t sleep so many days with this injury, right?

  The monk spread his hands: "How do I know?"

  Gu Jiao pulled out the first aid kit from the small medicine box, counted the medicines, twitched the corner of her mouth, and said, "You gave me a whole bottle of tranquilizer?"

The monk suddenly realized: "Is that a calming medicine? Ah, there is no medicine name on your bottle. You are very hot, and I applied your golden sore medicine to you, but you are still hot like a small stove, I have to I found some medicine for you. It seems that it is indeed medicine. I am worried that I made a mistake."

  Gu Jiao's face turned black.

  You don’t even know if the medicine is in the bottle, so you filled me with dozens of pills. Can you really be more unreliable?

  The monk turned the rabbit on the shelf around, took out a small bamboo tube from his wide sleeve, unplugged the lid, and sprinkled some salt on the rabbit meat: "Look, I didn't forget to put salt this time."

Not to mention this, Gu Jiao almost forgot. The monk had fallen into a trap she set up for a rabbit. She thought he was a monk who wanted to save the rabbit, but he would kill the rabbit and roast it without saying a word. Up.

  She once suspected that he was a fake monk, and she still doubts it today.

  Gu Jiao looked around, she was a little thirsty: "Is there any water?"

  The monk threw a water sac to her.

  Gu Jiao took it in her hand, empty.

  The monk said: "There is a stream outside the back door of the temple, take this to fetch water."

  Gu Jiao said, "Then I can drink without a water bag."

  The monk glanced at Gu Jiao and said frankly, "I asked you to beat me a little bit."

  Gu Jiao: "..."

  What kind of monk is this under-drawing?

  Gu Jiao took the water bag to the backyard to fetch water.

  The monk watched her walking like flying, and slightly narrowed a pair of charming peach eyes: "It's really fast to recover."

  Gu Jiao came back after drinking the water and threw the water sac after it had been filled with water to him.

  He raised his hand to take it, and smiled: "Thank you."

  He was born beautiful, and if he smiles so brilliantly, sentient beings hate to fall for it.

  If the monk goes to save all sentient beings in this way, all sentient beings will be enchanted.

  Gu Jiao squatted down opposite the monk, grabbed a small dead branch and drew a circle on the ground, waiting for the roast rabbit by the way.

  She asked the monk several questions, except for how he came to Yan Country, he answered all the other questions.

  There are only two ways to come to Yan Country. One is to have an official guide, and the other is to be marked as a slave.

  I don’t know which kind of monk belongs to.

  "Are you from Zhaoguo or Yanguo?" Gu Jiao asked.

  "Does it matter?" The monk asked with a smile.

  Gu Jiao thought about it seriously: "Oh, no."

  She continued to draw circles.

  The monk continued to barbecue.

  The meat is really fragrant.

  Gu Jiao is really hungry.

  (End of this chapter)