The solar system is broken

Snapped!

Another shot.

The writer was so frightened that he did not dare to move at the table.

Since 20 minutes ago, the gunshots have not stopped, becoming more and more intensive, and there is no sign of stopping.

But the old monk rocked the wicker chair and said leisurely, "Don't worry, the hexagram says that the person who comes to pick you up is a handsome gentleman."

"Who cares about this!" There was shooting going on outside. It was a gunfight.

This is China, not free America.

"The person who picks you up will push the people who influence you to your side."

The writer was stunned for a moment and pushed the destined person over?

Judging from the current situation, the person who affects my life is... a gangster?

My family has three generations of physics family. If you are of my generation, marrying a gangster is considered betraying your ancestors.

"Is it too late for me to leave now?" What a joke.

A heroine like Mu Guiying looks so cool, so if she marries her home, she will have to rake her ears. What’s more, she is a gangster who fights the police with a gun.

"It's too late~" The old monk shook his head, "She has already arrived."

The writer's hair stood on end, the gangsters were coming.

I'm afraid this is a bad relationship~

Ta Ta ~

The sound of messy footsteps outside the door.

The writer's brows furrowed even more tightly. The footsteps did not sound like a person's. Could the old monk have made a mistake?

"Two people?"

This thing can be doubled?!

Dangdangdang~

Violently hammering the door.

The writer's face changed drastically, this hand is quite powerful!

"Old man, open the door for me!"

A rough and violent male voice sounded outside the door.

But when this sound fell into the writer's ears, it was like thunder.

"Is this okay?" Man!

The writer couldn't help but think about whether his orientation was normal.

The hexagram talks about love, but what appears now is a man? "Old monk, did you make a miscalculation?"

The old monk shook his head and said, "The bamboos in my Xiaoyuan Mountain are still alive because of the incense of my Guanghua Temple for three to four hundred years."

God doesn't care what your signature is made of. Isn't it too much for you to let a straight man accept a man?

The old monk stood up unsteadily and went to open the door.

"Old guy, are you dead?"

Dangdangdang~

The rough knocking on the door continued.

The writer's face was darker than the bottom of the pot.

"Coming, coming." The old monk smiled and went to open the door.

Outside the door, two people stood.

A sexy middle-aged man and a girl in torn clothes.

The girl's hair was disheveled, her mouth was tied with a piece of cloth, and her hands were tied behind her back.

The clothes on the upper body were torn to pieces, and even the bra underneath was torn, revealing some flesh color.

There were several rips in her skirt, and the pink and white hair and ravines were visible.

The long legs are as white as freshly peeled water chestnuts, with some water and mud on them.

Her pretty face was dotted with tears, and her eyes were bloodshot.

Poor, yet strong.

Han Ling'er has been in a terrible state these past few days. Someone put a drug in her morning tea, and she collapsed in an abandoned building when she woke up.

A wretched and sexy man unbuttoned his belt in front of her.

If he hadn't been willing to die rather than obey, this man would have taken it from him.

Thinking about it, she stared at the man with big eyes and whined through the cloth.

Unfortunately, the furious egg boy only gave her a slap in the face, "You lose money, as soon as I get to you, that guy will be targeting us."

"Don't let me feel happy yet!"

While talking, he still couldn't get over his anger, so he came up and kicked Han Ling'er in the stomach.

Han Ling'er stumbled and fell to the ground, her body twisting continuously. The stinging pain in her heart was like a knife, but her mouth was pinched, so she could only let out an angry roar.

"Pay for it, you bitch~" is coming to make up for it again.

Crunch~

The gate of the temple opened, and the old monk sang the Buddha's name, "Amitabha~"

"Old donor, it's wrong to hit people. We are now a society ruled by law."

writer:...

This monk decided that there was something wrong, and he was going to rule the law with the gangster who was playing with a gun.

"Old Bald Donkey," grabbed the old monk's collar and tried to lift it up.

The old monk's breath dropped, and he spread his legs and took a horse stance. Even though the egg boy pulled it several times, it still didn't move.

"The donor's anger is too strong and needs to be extinguished~" smiled.

"I..." He waved his fist.

The old monk gently stretched out his hand, blocked it, and pulled it along. The egg boy's chassis became unstable and he bumped into the old monk's arms.

When he came over, he pushed again, and Ouzai Pingsha Luoyan fell backwards.

Pulling and pushing, it weighs more than a hundred pounds.

"You old bald ass!"

"Balu doesn't agree with that," the old monk shook his head and walked off the stage.

He subdued Han Ling'er with one hand, and with a gentle tug, the old monk tore off the piece of cloth binding his mouth.

"You are..." Han Ling'er looked at the old monk doubtfully.

"A lonely old man," the old monk gently relieved Han Ling'er.

Eggboy got up, looked at the old monk, and untied his belongings. He was so angry that he took a folding knife from his belt and shook it in his hand.

He moved his little hands, jumped up and down, pressed his body, and stared straight at the old monk.

"Old bald donkey, you are looking for death!"

The old monk turned around calmly and said, "Why are the villain's lines always so similar? Can there be something new?"

The writer who had just walked to the door was stunned to see the old monk making a posture with his bare hands.

"Be careful," Han Ling'er shouted.

Eggboy held the knife in his right hand and slashed the old monk's neck with one swoop.

The old monk pushed with the palm of his right hand, slowly waiting for Eggboy's chest to hit him.

With a flick of his left hand, Eggboy's knife fell to the ground with a sound.

He blocked the mountains and hugged them, pulled up the weeping willows and smashed them to the ground.

Eggboy rolled his eyes and fainted.

"Today's young people are getting worse and worse."

I looked back at the writer at the door, which was very meaningful.

...

Han Ling'er was relieved at this moment. When she looked up, she saw a young man standing on the steps.

This person is unusual.

There was no trace of blood on his cheeks, his lips were thin, and he spoke words without emotion.

Her short hair was flying wildly in the evening breeze.

A pair of extremely cold eyes, like distant stars, silently watching this world.

Not too tall, about 175cm, but tall and tall, wrapped in black clothes, like a beautiful sword.

Arching your hands is very polite, but it makes people uncomfortable.

"Female donor," the old monk quietly leaned into Han Ling'er's ear, "How is he? Isn't he very attractive~"

Han Ling'er was stunned, "Master, what are you talking about?"

"You've been staring at me for so long, my hands are tired."

"Oh..." Han Ling'er didn't know how to return the gift, so she also bowed her hand.

Just a strange look flashed across the writer's face. Han Linger lowered her head and her expression changed drastically.

"rogue!"

...

Others are heroes saving beauties, but I watched as I drank to save beauties and was treated as a hooligan.

The writer covered his face, feeling a little aggrieved by the heat in his hands.

The fire and the burning pine needles made one or two pops from time to time, and sparks flew out. Figures flickered on the short wall.

"Teacher Jiang..." Han Ling'er, wearing an ill-fitting monk's robe, smiled apologetically and was about to lean towards the writer.

The writer moved his body and resolutely rejected this fickle woman.

Han Ling'er was also very unhappy. You're looking at me, but I'm not even going to hit you?

It's just the left side of Lao Gao's face...

The old monk looked at the two, smiled and shook his head.

"Would you like to apply a compress on your face?" He handed over a wet towel soaked in cold water.

"Capillary rupture, coupled with regional death of epidermal cells, can be classified as a minor injury at best."

"According to Article 234 of the Criminal Law, anyone who intentionally injures another person's body shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not more than three years, criminal detention or public surveillance."

Han Ling'er's hands froze, why are you just memorizing the law?

Just after the writer was slapped, he almost lay down and chose a house.

The two of them had no common language.

The fire was burning, and next to the fire was the egg.

"I'm going to pick up my guest." The old monk put on a thick coat, said, and left the temple.