The waiter quickly waved his hand, cleaned up the doors and windows with the shopkeeper, and locked them one by one.

Luo Feiyu stood in the road with a swagger, wearing a red dress, and was particularly conspicuous.

"You are impulsive." Wuhua fell beside Luo Feiyu, saying without any storm.

Luo Feiyu drew out his two swords in anger, and did not refute Wuhua. He took a few steps and began to turn around.

The waiter and the shopkeeper hurried behind the door, and half of their heads appeared to watch.

The most conspicuous place here is Luo Feiyu standing in the road, and they cannot escape their fate. Fortunately, they are attracted by beautiful "women" like Luo Feiyu, so the two Japanese people didn't care about robbing the teahouse.

Wuhua said that he was impulsive, but it was not all. The teahouse closed later than usual because he refused to leave. Otherwise, even if the Japanese came, they would not be targeted because they did not close their business.

At such a close distance, no matter how quick the waiter and the shopkeeper were to pack things, it would be useless.

Although Luo Feiyu is a man, he still has this morality.

If the matter is not yours, it would be fine if you don’t mess with it. Now that the trouble is coming, why should you still be a turtle? It’s not that he doesn’t have the power, so why bother himself to be unhappy?

The two Japanese described it as vulgar. Seeing Luo Feiyu's eyes straightened, they mumbled and said in their mouths that the island language was chanting. Luo Feiyu couldn't understand the ancient Japanese language, so he subconsciously asked Wuhua, "What are they talking about?"

Wuhua glanced at him, and for a long time he said, "Praise you for being beautiful."

Luo Feiyu smiled, with bright and charming eyebrows, "I know I'm pretty, too."

Wuhua asked sideways: "How do you know I understand Japanese language?"

Luo Feiyu took it for granted: "Isn't your father a Japanese? What's so strange about it?"

Wuhua narrowed his eyes, as if he wanted to say something else, but the two Japanese people had already arrived in front of him. So he did not continue, but looked at the waiter and shopkeeper of the teahouse quietly.

Luo Feiyu folded his sword dance and was ready to go.

The two Japanese looked at each other and obviously realized that Luo Feiyu was not the one who was easy to bully. At the same time, they drew out their long sword and slashed at Luo Feiyu.

Luo Feiyu swung over and avoided it, and before they could get close, they broke the sword and smashed it out. The red sunset in the afterglow of the sunset reflected bright red clothes, and the red silk in the air was graceful, as if he was not beating someone, but just simply showing a stunning dance.

The two Japanese martial arts are at most second-rate level in the Jianghu. Luo Feiyu's equipment is still at level 95, which is more than enough to deal with them.

He was spinning at high speed, and the trench string shot out and landed quickly on one of them. He stacked three layers and immediately turned the fire and the other person outputted it. He opened the Fan Sound Bang and squirted, and switched freely between the two.

The two of them were already shocked by the sealing of their internal strength. Luo Feiyu's attack fell on him and was even more frightened and immediately felt like retreating.

However, they could not use their light skills anyway, and they cursed in desperation.

Although Luo Feiyu couldn't speak, he could guess that it was not good. He snorted coldly and gave the man with the biggest voice a sword energy to the Yangtze River.

Wuhua stood quietly and carefully observed Luo Feiyu's moves. While thinking about the cracking method in his mind, he screened Luo Feiyu's master.

The two Japanese men became more and more anxious as they fought, and sweat gradually emerged from their foreheads.

Luo Feiyu's output cycle has been in the game for tens of thousands of times, but he will never catch any flaws for them. The violent electric power is very pleasant. But he was not proud for too long because his twitching server was still doing his best to cause trouble for him. When the fire turned around, he accidentally got stuck and the slashed time. The skill that was slowing down by half a beat was immediately blocked by the opponent's horizontal knife.

Luo Feiyu was shocked, and his upper body suddenly leaned back parallel to the ground. The blade almost swung past the tip of his nose. He jumped back and suddenly heard a "click" sound around his waist.

Luo Feiyu: "..." Damn this skill is really for his little body that has never learned to dance...

It's so fucking hard!!

Luo Feiyu's face turned blue, thinking that he might be the first Qixiu who flashed his waist because of the large amplitude of his skill movements.

...It feels embarrassing to say it...

After the delay, the Japanese thought they had a chance, so they rushed up with a wicked smile, trying to take advantage of the opportunity to capture Luo Feiyu.

Wuhua just took action at this time, and a sharp wind popped out of his finger and shot it accurately. The man's acupoint had a "pop" and a cluster of blood flowers burst out, and half of his arm could no longer move.

The two of them were shocked and suspicious. They realized that they had hit hard nails. They heard Wuhua say something coldly to them, and then they panicked and rolled and crawled away without even picking up the knife that fell to the ground.

Luo Feiyu rubbed his old waist. Although he knew that Wuhua was just trying to act in front of the two civilians, he still said to Wuhua: "Thank you."

Wuhua nodded, as if he was concerned: "You just..."

Luo Feiyu was afraid that he would make up for his brain, so he immediately interrupted: "It's just that he hasn't moved his muscles for too long, and it's flashing!"

The fig did not ask questions, but instead politely bowed to the two people behind the door panel and turned around and left.

Luo Feiyu's movements suddenly stopped just now, not like he was dodging his waist, but because his internal breathing was not smooth, it caused him to slow down. This was an unexpected gain for Wuhua. The more nervous Luo Feiyu covered up, Wuhua was more sure that his martial arts were indeed a bit out of his mind.

He walked in front, followed by Luo Feiyu who was jogging after him, and his face gradually condensed with a faint smile on his backlight.

"Nan Shaolin is also the Wuzong of the world. After all, these people are so arrogant. Do you let them plunder the people?"

Wuhua's tone was indifferent, and she looked back at him: "I can control it for a while, but I can't control it for a lifetime."

Luo Feiyu's eyes were cold because of his eyes that he did not care about human life at all, and his heart felt like a basin of cold water was suddenly poured on his face, and it was cold.

Although Wuhua quickly returned to her usual gentleness and smiled at him gently, Luo Feiyu was still stunned.

It took him a long time to come back to his senses and suddenly felt depressed.

He is not an impulsive boy with a passionate mind. This man can clearly use a better way to make him understand Shaolin's approach, so why do you have to scare him?!

Luo Feiyu followed him to the temple gate and couldn't help saying, "What are you thinking in your mind?"

Wuhua slowly stopped, stood at the door, and told him a story: "In the past, someone was about to die of thirst. The Buddha mercied and placed a big lake in front of him, but the man couldn't get in. The Buddha asked him the reason, and he said, "The lake is very water, and my belly is too small, so I must not finish it in one gulp, so it's better not to drink it." The Buddha then smiled and said, "There are three thousand weak waters, just take a gulp."

The sunset behind him was swallowed by the western mountains bit by bit. Under the overwhelming night cage, he restrained the last trace of light, and combined with his smile that made people feel like spring breeze at the moment, it was obviously as clean and flawless as his moon-white monk's robe, but Luo Feiyu caught a glimpse of the thickest darkness in the abyss in his eyes from the dim that was eroding the light.

Luo Feiyu's brain waves unexpectedly met him at this moment and received his answer.

People will encounter many things and have many desires in their lives, but they are insatiable and cannot grasp anything.

Wuhua is sober and calm. When he knows what he needs most, life and death, family and friendship, and all kinds of foreign affairs can be avoided.

He said it nicely, "It's a puddle of 3,000 soft water." To put it bluntly, this is a typical example. As long as you identify the goal, you can use any means to achieve your goal.

He understood very clearly. He had always thought about the Central Plains martial arts world. As for the life and death of ordinary people, what does it have to do with him?

However, when he said such words to himself at this time, he was also playing a pun trick to deceive Nan Shaolin's ears.

Luo Feiyu took a deep breath and sneered: "You guess you told me this story at this door. Will the old monk Tianfeng think that you are confessing to me?"

Wuhua's expression remained unchanged and replied calmly: "Miss Xiu is smart and transparent, so she naturally understands the truth. Master knows that I am dedicated to the Buddha and will understand me."

Luo Feiyu was unwilling to be eaten so hard by him, and snorted: "Okay, you tell me a story, and then I will tell you a story too! Let me reach out!"

Wuhua was stunned for a moment, then he stretched out his palm obediently, and saw through what Luo Feiyu was going to say: "If a girl wants to tell me the words of conversion, I am really familiar with it..."

Luo Feiyu held his hand and said provocatively: "You have heard of it, and I know that this vow emphasizes the word "pious". My story is different from what you read. I dare to say that I am afraid that you will not follow me if you are not sincere."

Wuhua then smiled and said, "I gave you my hand. Whatever I want, what can you give me?"

Luo Feiyu was full of confidence: "That's nature."

Wuhua then compromised: "Please tell me, girl."

Luo Feiyu said word by word: "Return to Buddha."

Wuhua secretly said that this was true. He was extremely calm and sincere: "Return to Buddha."

Luo Feiyu continued: "Convert to the law."

“Convert to the law.”

“Return to the Sangha.”

Wuhua didn't hesitate at all: "Return to the Sangha."

Luo Feiyu smiled badly: "Convert...Show Girl."

Wuhua looked suspiciously at her neck that looked smooth and smooth, and her face changed slightly: "You..."

Luo Feiyu's heart burst into tears. Just as he was about to speak, Wuhua was slightly stunned and immediately pulled open the clothes on his chest, frowned and touched them.

Wuhua: "..." This is an unheard of disguise technique. It looks turbulent, and only when you touch it will you realize the plains.

Luo Feiyu: "..." Damn this little monk who does not follow the rules! He actually did it so easily with his chest!

[Accounts you log in for the first time enjoy [special protection], and the heroes enjoy and cherish them.]

Are you a protective law like this? Mosaics are even more shameful, okay?

Wuhua was silent for a while before asking intricately: "Are you... a man?"

At this moment, Luo Feiyu had already let himself go, and gave up. He raised his eyes and said with contemptuous and stubborn eyes: "Hmph, why? Men can't do it?"

Big Jiji girl is scared!!
Chapter completed!