On the road, Little Mazi was depressed, while Little Vulcan and Little Baldy were smiling, but in their eyes, there was a deep-hidden solemnity and nervousness.

Xiao Mazi called them several times but was ignored. He suppressed his anger and asked the little bald man secretly: "Let's just kidnap someone. After all, it was him who bullied the little ones and made them cry. How come you still take other people's things?"

Money bag? If Ah Jiu knows about road robbery, I can’t help but pluck out the few hairs you have!"

The little bald man glared at him and said, "Your ability to observe people's emotions is really second to none in Songjiang Mansion! Can you tell me where this monk comes from?"

Xiao Mazi glanced at Wuhua strangely and said in a low voice: "Look at the material on his body, he must have a good background; for such a godlike figure to be so polite in front of us few beggars, he has a cultivated demeanor;

The Zen staff in his hand was so light that it was far superior to us in skill, yet he asked us to tie it up without saying a word. He was very generous and not as fussy as us children."

The little bald man decisively despised him: "Your brain is only at this level, no wonder you still can't learn to laugh drunkenly."

Xiao Mazi was very unconvinced: "It sounds like you have learned it!"

The little Vulcan stretched out his arm to wrap around his head, and whispered: "If he was a good monk, how could he scare Pig Trotters like that? Don't you know how skinny Pig Trotters is? The assassin leader was in front that night. I

Both of them were so frightened that they couldn't speak, but Zhuti dared to cooperate with Sister Jiu'er to fight against him. He is much braver than us! This monk is definitely not a good person."

The little bald man also nodded: "Yes, it's not because of the three of us that the monk is so obedient. I'm afraid he wanted to see our eldest sister and asked us to tie him up. If you let down your guard, you will fall into his trap."

The little Vulcan smiled bitterly and said: "Our skills are inferior to others. Although it seems that we are tying him up now, it is actually the three of us who are his hostages!"

Xiao Mazi was startled and almost jumped: "No, it can't be...!"

"I said harsh words to him just to let him know how powerful our Beggar Gang is, but do you see that he is a little bit afraid of the reputation of the Beggar Gang?"

Xiao Mazi thought about it carefully and became nervous: "...No!!"

Little Fire God said: "We can't defeat him. No matter what, we have to take him to see Sister Jiu'er to escape. Now, do you know the dangerous situation the three of us are in?"

The little bald man also sighed: "I took away his money bag because if he had no money, he would be unable to move for a while. He would either go to the bank to get money or go begging for food. In our beggar territory, we have to deal with poor beggars.

It’s easier than dealing with a rich person, which is to bring him to the same living level as us and then use our rich experience to defeat him.”

Little Mazi clicked his tongue and marveled: "You are so smart!" He scratched the back of his head and said with a guilty conscience: "I really thought you were going to kidnap him for no reason and give him to Ah Jiu as the village's sannyasin..."

The little Vulcan slapped him on the head: "You kid, you'd better learn something as soon as possible!"

Little Mazi hugged his head in aggrievedness. After being told this by them, he didn't dare to look back at the kind-hearted monk. He muttered in a low voice: "Both of them like to knock me on the head. I will be knocked stupid by you!"

With Wuhua's sharp ears, he listened to all their conversations, and he couldn't help but become somewhat interested in the "Sister Jiu'er" they talked about.

These little beggars must have been taught to be like this by others. When they meet their leader, they will naturally know whether Luo Feiyu is here.

The little beggars took him in circles for a long time, and then they finally heard the beggars saying hello.

A young man's voice sounded, with a sour tone: "Why is there another one? You guys haven't had enough fun yet?"

The little bald man winked at him and replied cheerfully: "Brother Gou, if you were more handsome, Ah Jiu might like you!"

"Hey, you little bald lad! You're asking for a beating!" Gouzi pretended to beat him up, but when he saw the look in the little Vulcan God's eyes, he stopped and summoned his brothers in the temple to make room. He also secretly signaled to others to call the nearby Beggar Clan disciples to come back and strengthen their strength.

Momentum.

Wuhua realized that he had crossed the threshold, and the little Vulcan ran ahead alone. A lazy female voice, smelling of drunkenness and alcohol, came slowly.

"It's so fast this time? Let's agree first, I don't want anyone who doesn't look good..."

The little Vulcan chuckled and said, "Not only is she good-looking, but her kung fu is also very good. I think her kung fu may be better than yours, Sister Jiu'er!"

Luo Feiyu's heart skipped a beat, was the little Vulcan in trouble for kidnapping someone?

He raised his head and glanced at the door of the ruined temple, only to see a figure wearing a mushroom-covered bamboo hat standing there, without being able to see his face clearly, "What's going on?"

The little Vulcan whispered in his ear: "Both Pig Trotters and his love were so frightened that they cried. I heard from a distance what he was going to do to Pig Trotters... He wanted to live but not to die! But he was too far away to hear it.

It’s true, I’m not sure that’s what he said, but he looks like a quite accomplished monk.”

Luo Feiyu frowned, patted his shoulder and said, "Okay, I understand, I'll go meet him."

He walked up to the front, swung the wine jar on his back, held a piece of grass in his mouth, raised his chin and said to Xiao Mazi: "Take off the cloth from his face and take a look."

Xiao Mazi untied it obediently, Wuhua adapted to the light, and the speaker's figure soon appeared in front of his eyes.

Luo Feiyu inadvertently raised his eyes and met him. He immediately froze on the spot, stunned, and the grass in his mouth fell to the ground without realizing it.

Damn it?

...fuck!!

Damn it!!!

Why is Wuhua here?!!

Luo Feiyu's eyes widened and his heart beat loudly.

These bastard little bastards! Are there any of them who are so deceptive to my elder sister? Fortunately, he is still focused on protecting them. It turns out... they hate him!!

Wuhua is a great weapon that can make him really open his mouth and kneel!!

Luo Feiyu's whole body was in bad shape.

He looked at Wuhua, who was wearing Shaolin equipment tailored to his body, wearing Pojun's mushroom-covered bamboo hat, and holding an orange weapon in his hand, and silently compared his equipment.

No flowers: 25,000+ points.

Self: 3800+ points.

Luo Feiyu: "..." This is a slap in the face when you step on a horse!!

The Buddha has become a Buddha, the world has become cold, the world is not worth it, just cherish it... Cherish life and stay away from flowers.

From his shocked and unable to recover reaction, Wuhua was almost certain that the beggar girl with the scar on her face must be Luo Feiyu who had "snatched her body" and resurrected again. She opened her mouth to test him: "lu—

—”

"Wucao!!" Luo Feiyu suddenly shouted, blocking him from calling his name.

He slapped the little Vulcan on the back so hard that the little Vulcan staggered. His desire for survival was raging, and he maintained his toothpick-dropping expression and said, "Junior brother, come and touch me.

Heart."

The little Vulcan didn't know why: "Huh?"

Luo Feiyu forcefully took his hand and touched it above his heart, but he subtly avoided his chest. He deliberately breathed hard and stared straight at Wuhua, "You, did you touch it?"

The little Vulcan looked strange: "Sister Jiu'er, are you sick? Your heart is beating so fast and you are sweating so much?"

Of course!! Damn it, he was almost scared to death, of course his heart was beating fast and he was sweating all over!!

Luo Feiyu clapped his hands and exclaimed: "This little monk... looks so damn good-looking! So good-looking! I have never seen such a good-looking man in my life! I was shocked.

The grass has fallen off!”

Wuhua: "..."

Little Vulcan: "..."

I bet you are shocked because of this?!

The three teenagers looked at each other, then looked up at Wuhua... Well, this thief Bald Donkey was indeed more handsome than anyone they had ever seen, even Chu Liuxiang couldn't compare to him.

But the handsomeness of Brother Chu is not the same as the handsomeness of this monk. In the hearts of the little guys, there is no comparison between the two of them!

Wu Hua faintly raised a smile and was about to speak when Luo Feiyu turned around angrily and shouted at the teenagers: "Look at you naughty people! Why are you tying up my little master!"

While he was loosening Wuhua's ties, he kept glancing at Wuhua's face. His saliva was almost dripping, but he still wanted to look upright and reliable. His face couldn't help but turn red: "Little, little master, please don't

I am angry with them. The beggars have not been disciplined since they were young. They are very wild and they owe some etiquette!"

As he looked at it, he giggled, completely shy and ecstatic, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet: "Um, my name is Ah Jiu! You, if you don't mind, you can call me Jiu'er... You are

Monk, you must not have a wife anymore, I would like to ask...you, are you willing to return to secular life?!"

The little guys were dumbfounded and had no idea who the lustful woman in front of them was.

"..." Wuhua's originally opened mouth was actually speechless at this moment.

This person...

...could it be...Luo Feiyu??

Luo Feiyu rubbed his hands excitedly, feeling that the peak of his acting skills in this life was no more than this. He imitated Zhutrotter's eyes when he saw the little boss lady, his eyes were filled with bright light, and he wiped his dirty hands on himself first.

After wiping it, he held Wu Hua's hands carefully and said: "What is the name of the little master?"

Wuhua frowned subconsciously. He wanted to pull his hand away but did not pull it. The corner of his mouth twitched secretly. "... Poor monk... Dharma name Jiese."

Suddenly, there was a crisp "Pah!", and everyone present was shocked. It was Luo Feiyu who slapped his thigh fiercely. He praised proudly: "What a name! Great! Master, I'm going to quit sex."

So lustful, we are a perfect match!!"

He was almost crying because of the pain in his heart, but he was still swallowing saliva on his face. He carefully looked at Wuhua's reaction. His straightforward and wild expression was actually a bit cute: "Master of abstinence, I wish,

Are you willing...are you willing to marry me and be your village minister?"

"..." Wuhua felt that he and the "eldest sister" of the Beggar Clan might not be the same person.

The author has something to say: To be honest, Luoluo’s desire to survive is really strong_(:3∠)_

It's impossible to die suddenly, so it's just like a drama star living a humble life [laughs~
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