However.

Whoosh!

In the darkness, a sudden sound of wind breaking out.

The smile on Master Kongkong's face froze. At the critical moment, his waist suddenly twisted, and a cold arrow pressed against his eyes and roared past.

Bang!

The arrows sank into the trunk of a big tree, and the tail feathers trembled.

The sudden scene made Chen Dong's heart twitch violently.

He looked slightly surprised and his lips were silenced: "Sister Xiaolu..."

"Amitabha, another one comes to deliver the food."

Master Kongkong's smile became brighter and he slowly turned around and looked in the direction where the arrow shot, but said to Chen Dong: "Chen Dong, I have cut off all your close relatives' hands and feet. You should... be able to fight me, right?"

Although I was laughing, the chill in my words was like the cold wind blowing from the depths of the Nine Netherworlds, and my tarsal bones entered the marrow.

It is hard to imagine that this is said from a monk who speaks full of Buddha.

Even Chen Dong found it a bit ridiculous.

Chen Dong looked into the darkness in the distance, and Fan Lu was rushing towards this side quickly with a bow and arrow.

The tragic situation of Mr. Long and Zhao Polu just now is vivid in my mind, like a sharp knife burning red, and it is severely cut on him.

He was filled with depression and his anger was turbulent.

"Maybe...it's only in that state."

Chen Dong murmured softly: "If you don't do it, they will... be injured. I don't allow such a thing to continue to happen."

Immediately, Chen Dong's eyes slowly closed, and the sword without a sharp edge was inserted into the ground, with his hands pinned on the hilt of the sword.
Chapter completed!