The watermelon in the girl's arms was slightly bigger than her head.

If it were on weekdays, I would have been holding the big watermelon and chewing it happily, with watermelon juice on my face, but now the colorful radish looks melancholy.

Chen Mu's disappearance made the girl very unhappy.

If my brother-in-law is lost, then my sister will never be able to cook food for her after she goes back, so she must find her brother-in-law as soon as possible.

"The little monk has met the adults."

Just as the girl was walking, the Holy Son appeared in front of her, smiling kindly.

To be honest, the Holy Son did not want to say hello to the Six Gate Officials of the court. After all, it is better that there are few ties between Tantric Buddhism and the court.

In addition, the girl had stopped him from chasing the "thing outside the world", the two of them settled down.

However, out of curiosity about the girl himself, he decided to make friends with him on his own initiative.

Behind such a girl with high cultivation level is definitely a powerful master. Dottan may get some important information.

Looking at the bald monk in front of him, Wucai Luo looked alert.

He quietly hugged the watermelon a little tightly.

Although my brother-in-law can't find it, you can't lose delicious food.

She picked this watermelon from the medicine garden and was much more important than her brother-in-law. Neither brother-in-law is as good as such a big watermelon.

The Holy Son clasped his hands together and said with a smile: "Sir, the last incident was a misunderstanding. The little monk apologized to you for his subordinates. I wonder if the 'thing thing' has been found?"

However, the girl still ignored him as she did last time and left without looking at her.

The expression on the face of the Holy Son was slightly stiff.

Even if the other party is from the court, he cannot be so arrogant and arrogant.

After all, he is also a noble sage son of Tantric Buddhism.

Looking at the confused and cute girl, the Shengzi remembered the situation of being defeated by Yun Zhiyue before, and a nameless fire surged in his heart.

Subconsciously reached out to stop the girl.

This action seemed to be about to snatch the watermelon from the girl's arms.

Wucai Luo's face changed, her eyes were cold, and she hugged Xigua with her left hand and swung her right fist.

The petite and delicate fist was wrapped with powerful murderous intent, and the surrounding space seemed to be squeezed and cracked. In a faintly, it was like a circle of ripples, and countless spiritual energy was absorbed, which was terrifying and vast.

This punch gives people the feeling that it can make a hole in the sky!

The Holy Son was stunned on the spot.

Not that, I just stopped you and actually took action?

Moreover, he could feel that the girl's rage was even more fierce than stopping them from chasing the "thing beyond the sky".

In desperation, the Holy Son raised his palm.

The surging spiritual energy exploded, making a dull sound, and he flew backwards two feet away.

"you"

Standing firmly, I was about to angrily scold the girl for not being virtuous, but I saw the girl rushing towards me again with a big watermelon in her arms.

The vast power is extremely surging, almost with force, the momentum of leaping mountains, with amazing momentum.

boom!!

The roar was shocking, and the murderous aura collapsed layer by layer. A strong impact spread directly into all directions, and even the ground under the feet of the Holy Son trembled.

When the dust dissipates, the monk's clothes are torn and covered in dust.

Although he was not injured by Wucai Luo, he was indeed a little embarrassed under the opponent's continuous critical strikes.

The main reason is that he never understands how he provoked the other party?

People who don’t know think the girl was bullied by him.

"Sir, if you go again"

Bang!

The fist hit again.

Facing the furious girl, the Holy Son had no room to speak at all.

The latter's fist was like a roaring cannonball came out of the chamber, as fast as lightning, and it made a crackling sound out of thin air, almost twisting the air.

Swish!

The Holy Son, who had been slowing down half a beat, felt a stinging pain on his cheek, but his cheek was scratched by the energy.

The Holy Son touched his cheek, and his fingertips were stained with blood.

Too much!

The Son's anger burned like a stove.

He had already guessed that this girl was probably looking for trouble to test him, and it was impossible to hit him for no reason.

It’s impossible that this girl mistakenly thought I would steal his watermelon before she took action.

This is absolutely impossible!

Obviously, this saint son didn't know that Chen Mu was almost beaten to death because he stole the girl's food.

The two of them attracted others.

Looking at the dirt-faced Holy Son and the girl with anger on her face, everyone imagined a shameless plot in which the Holy Son bullied the girl.

Some people looked at him with contempt.

Unexpectedly, the Holy Son, who seemed quite serious, was also a slutty hypocrite, and even the people from the court dared to tease him.

"Son of the Holy Son!"

King Buzang and middle-aged monks flew over.

The situation in front of him also made King Buzang confused and turned his head and asked, "Son of the Holy Son, what happened?"

The Holy Son said lightly: "I don't know either. The little monk just wanted to ask about something, but didn't do anything. She suddenly attacked me."

As soon as these words were said, the eyes of the people who were eating melons were even more despised.

Is he so full that he can beat you?

Look, it makes the girl angry.

The elders of Yin and Yang Sect were very happy to see Tantric Buddhism get into evil with the court. The third elder Lan Xiaowan said mockingly:

"If the Holy Son is empty, my Yin-Yang Sect can send a few girls to relieve my boredom. This master is an official of the six gates of the court. Even if you tease me, you have to check the identity of others."

The one who was most angry was Zhou Wan, the grandson of the elder.

He and Wucai Luo have secretly formed an alliance, and they also regard Wucai Luo as the goddess of their pursuit.

Now that the goddess is bullied, she is suddenly angry.

Zhou Wan said coldly: "Sir, this is the Yin-Yang Sect, it's not your Tantric Sect, you can do whatever you want. This girl is a guest of our Yin-Yang Sect. If you offend her, you will hit our Yin-Yang Sect in the face!"

"presumptuous!"

The middle-aged monk said in a cold voice. "Isn't the Holy Son such a person? It must be this little girl who deliberately poured dirty water."

"Which woman would joke about her innocence?"

Lan Xiaowan raised her eyebrows.

The middle-aged monk wanted to defend himself, but the Holy Son raised his hand to stop him.

After glanced at the eyes of the people around him, the Holy Son understood that nothing he said was useless. He clasped his hands and said lightly: "Right and wrong are innocence and innocence are free, and the little monk does not need to defend anything."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

The middle-aged monk clenched his fists, glared at Wucai Luo hatefully, and followed with King Buzang.

A farce ended here.

After the fight, Wucai Luo looked at the crack on the watermelon with distress, and quickly wiped it with her little hands. The expression of her pretty little face became even more angry and aggrieved.

This look made some onlookers more sure that the Holy Son had absolutely teased her just now.

"Girl, are you okay?" Zhou Wan stepped forward and said with concern.

Wucai Luo ignored him and left with the watermelon in her arms, as if she was wronged and planned to be alone.

Many men were very pitying.

He is even more despised of the Holy Son.

"Damn it, the smelly monk is looking for death!"

A sharp look flashed through Zhou Wan's eyes, and he waved his hand to attract a disciple to attach himself to the other party's ear and said a few words. The disciple seemed a little hesitant. Seeing Zhou Wan staring at him, he had to nod and leave.

Watching the disciple leave, Zhou Wan said hatefully: "What Holy Son, you dare to bully my woman, and you will pay the price!"

On the other side, the Holy Son returned to the house.

He raised his hand to stop the servant from applying medicine to the wound on his cheek, his eyes unstable.

"Son, did you misunderstand something?"

King Buzang asked.

The Holy Son was silent for a moment and said lightly: "There is a reason why the court sent only one little girl here. This girl is very scheming and must be extremely careful in the future."
Chapter completed!