Medicinal Immortal

The smile on Tangning’s lips deepened. She watched the knife slash at her, and listened to the people around who took a breath of cold air and exclaimed. She stepped on the table a little under her feet and grabbed the knife from that person’s hand to kill him. Kick out of the stall.

"what!"

Unexpectedly, the man was kicked and fell out of the stall on the street. Before he got up, he only felt that his calf was stepped on, and his shoulder was stepped on. He pressed him on the spot and couldn't move. .

"call out!"

The blade swept away, and a sound of air current ran through his ears, shocked him that cold sweat oozes out, and he was frozen in there without daring to move: "Little master, please be forgive, little master, please...oh... my hair ..."

I saw the shadow of the knife flashing at the corner of his eyes, the top of his head was cold, and his hair flew off. I only felt a knife scraping on the top of his head, making him cry and regret at the same time. Provoke this little monk?

The people around were originally worried about seeing blood. At this time, they saw that the little monk was holding the knife to shave the man's hair clean. For a while, each of them couldn't close their mouths like an egg.

Why are things different from what they thought?

Tangning stepped on the man’s calf and pressed the middle of the foot on his shoulder to prevent him from getting up. The knife in his hand was squeaked by her play, and she cut the man’s hair with a few strokes like a fish scale. It was shaved clean, and looking at this not very shiny head, she patted his head with the knife in her hand.

"Just do it! Don't thank me too much."

While talking, she put a knife on the man's neck, ignoring the trembling man, but looked at the people around him and asked: "Everyone, do you see him with a bald head, is he a monk?"

The corners of everyone's mouth twitched. How could this be a monk? This man obviously has hair, or his head was shaved in front of everyone, so he couldn't get in touch with the monk.

But after hearing this, some people looked at the little monk thoughtfully, then looked at the man with a bald head, as if he understood something, and did not speak.

"The little monk wants to tell us that it's not that the one with the bald head is a Buddhist disciple?" An elegant old man smiled and looked at Tangning and said, "But what do you mean?"

Tang Ning glanced at the old man, her eyebrows curled, and she complimented, "The old man is wise."

"Hahahahaha..."

The old man laughed loudly, his laughter was deep and joyful: "The little monk is very unusual!"

He looked around and said with a smile: "The little monk is telling us that the recent things related to the monk in the city may not necessarily be the work of the monk. It is very likely that someone impersonated the monk. "

Hearing the words of the old man, the eyes of the surrounding people flickered slightly, looking at the little monk and man thoughtfully, and there was a trace of surprise in their eyes.

Tangning glanced at the old man, and then at the kneeling man: "Go!" As soon as the voice fell, he raised his foot and rolled him forward.

She didn't kill him. On the one hand, she didn't want the people in this city to think that she was a little monk who was too addicted to killing. On the other hand, she didn't expect to live long, so naturally she didn't have to dirty her hands.

The man was kicked and rolled on the spot. After looking back, he crawled and fled. This little monk is very evil, can he still wait for death if he can't fight or run?