Jiujiu interrupted Cihang: "Would you like to bet with me? If I win, you will return to the secular world and marry me. If I lose, I will never mention killing Pudu again. If I return to Miaojiang and don't step into the Central Plains, how about it?"

Cihang held Xiaobai's reins and wrinkles appeared in his heart.

If he doesn't agree, Jiujiu will insist on his own opinion and kill Pudu.

Whether Jiujiu was injured or Pudu was injured, it was not what Cihang wanted to see. But if he was letting him return to secular life, thinking of Pudu's diligent teaching and the expectation of the host, Cihang's eyes instantly sank.

His lips moved, but in the end he fell silent.

Jiujiu chuckled: "Master, do you want to marry me?"

Cihang waved his hand: "The little monk is a monk."

"What's wrong with monks? I like monks." Jiujiu lay on Xiaobai's neck, shook her feet, and the bell hanging on her ankles made a crisp sound: "Am I ugly? Why don't you like me, the great monk?"

"The little donor is beautiful, but the little monk is a monk and can only marry a wife." When he said Jiujiu was beautiful, Cihang's ears turned red again and he explained in a low voice: "The little monk once swore in front of the Buddha that he was afraid he would let down the little donor's good wishes."

"Meiyi?" Jiujiu chuckled, her eyes shaking: "What a silly monk, but it doesn't matter. When Pudu kills me in front of you, you will know."

If what is the last thing Pudu regret in his life, it is that he was fascinated by beauty and sex and agreed to the Miaojiang Saint to plant a poison on him. If the second thing he regrets is, it is that he was the second thing he regrets, it was that he was the second thing he regretted.

Although he had already received the news that the saint of Miaojiang was dead, Jiujiu was still alive. When he thought that Jiujiu had met those people in Miaojiang, he even knew that he had killed the saint, Pudu couldn't sleep or eat.

Jiujiu is just a time bomb. If he doesn't appear for a day, he will not be able to be stable in one day.

Jiujiu and Cihang rode a horse and walked on the other side. Three days later, they arrived at Shaolin Temple. Because of Cihang's arrangement, Jiujiu did not live in the front room like those in the martial arts conferences, but was arranged to a private room where distinguished guests could live.

Looking at the vegetarian dishes placed in front of him, Jiujiu picked up the chopsticks and tweaked them, but she had no appetite and sighed in depressedness.

Because she was with Cihang, she had vegetarian food like Cihang these days, and her mouth was almost fading out of the birds. When she finally arrived in Shaolin, she still had to continue eating vegetarian food. Jiujiu felt that if she continued like this, she would definitely become a rabbit.

Just as Jiujiu was about to go to the back mountain to catch a rabbit and cook, the door was pushed open from the outside. Cihang walked in wearing a brand new monk's robe, looked at Jiujiu's eyes and said, "Is the little donor's bet counted a few days ago?"

Jiujiu nodded: "Originally, why? Monk, are you thinking clearly about marrying me?"

When Jiujiu heard Jiujiu teasing herself for marrying her, Cihang's ears turned red again and she whispered: "I will not lose, if the little donor loses."

"I returned to southern Xinjiang and never stepped into the Central Plains again."

When Cihang heard Jiujiu say he would not step into the Central Plains, his ears trembled, and he almost subconsciously said: "As long as you don't take revenge anymore."

Jiujiu chuckled, looked at Cihang's eyes and said with a smile: "Master, may you be reluctant to let me go and never come back? Do you like me?"

Cihang waved his hand: "The little monk is a monk and cannot marry a wife."

Jiujiu curled her lips: "What can monks do? Just wait and see tonight."

At night, Jiujiu changed into night clothes and flew towards Pudu's house with Cihang.

When the two heard the roof, opened a tiles, they heard Purdue say, "Has that girl found it?"

Then there was a strange male voice: "I didn't find it, the mouths of the people in southern Xinjiang were too hard and they couldn't be pried open."

"Continue to look for it, remember, it's better to kill 10,000 people by mistake than to let one person go." Pudu's voice was very hostile, and he didn't look like a monk. He was simply a murderous demon.

Jiujiu poked Cihang, who had been petrified, and leaned into his ear and said, "You lost."

It was as if a dream collapsed instantly, Cihang was stunned.

In his heart, Pudu is kind and kind. Even if he occasionally requires him strictly, he will never be as murderous as he is now.

Because of the collapse of Pudu's image, Cihang was a little lost, so he stepped on a tile when he left.

With a click, the room where I was discussing just now suddenly became silent.

Jiujiu glared at Cihang angrily, and hurriedly took his hand and ran towards the back mountain.

I am afraid that this matter will not be good today.

Jiujiu pulled the lost Ci Hang forward, but Pudu and the man they were talking just now were chasing him from behind.

Although Cihang's martial arts skills are extremely good, he is now full of Jiujiu's pulling. The two of them were chased after not walking far. Looking at Pudu and the man beside Pudu, Jiujiu was stunned and then realized it.

He greeted with a smile on his lips, "Oh, long time no see, the head, and, well, Master Pudu."

Seeing Jiujiu's smiling face, Pudu was stunned for a moment and almost subconsciously called out, Wan'er.

Guan'er is the boudoir of the Miaojiang Saint.

"Yunshu, it's you?" Mo Hang looked at Jiujiu, frowned slightly, with fear and murderous intent in his eyes.

"Isn't it me? Master, you did the poisoning of my master." Jiujiu looked at Mo Hang and asked.

Mo Hang lowered his eyes. Because of Pudu's murderous intent, Mo Hang was already sure that Jiujiu had never returned, and he stopped pretending to be kind, and said with a sneer: "Who made him overestimate his ability and want you to marry me Yu'er."

"Mo Yu?" Jiujiu smiled disdainfully: "I don't like that waste, but why are you colluding with Pudu? Could it be that my mother's affairs were yours?"

"Your mother?" Mo Hang was stunned.

Pudu said: "She is Wan'er's daughter."

When Pudu talked about Wan'er, a hint of obsession appeared in Mo Hang's eyes, but after a moment he felt disgust.

"So what, so what, no, anyway, no, you won't let me and Cihang go, right?" Jiujiu said sarcastically.

Pudu will not let herself leave here. After all, as long as she exists for one day, Pudu’s secret may be exposed to everyone. How could Pudu love fame and fortune tolerate the stain on himself?

Pudu lowered his eyes and said in a false way: "Amitabha."

He raised his eyes and looked at Cihang beside Jiujiu, sighed, and said regretfully: "Cihang, you shouldn't have come."

Jiujiu sneered, turned into ice, and attacked Pudu.

Mo Hang drew his sword and came over.

Pudu and Cihang stood aside.
Chapter completed!