Chapter 11

After leaving the Baicaolou, Tangning faintly noticed a viper-like gaze staring at her.

She glanced around calmly, then walked away, and went to a place where the crowd was denser. When the middle-aged man in the dark saw the little monk wanting to slip away, he even chased after him and stretched out his hand to catch the little monk. But the little monk avoided it because he was crowded.

In order to avoid the hand grabbing from behind, Tangning leaned forward slightly, but she was bumped by the children running on the street. She lost her balance and threw herself forward, headed forward into the man's arms. planted.

Of course, before she could fall into the man's arms, she felt that her body, which had lost her balance and rushed forward, was stabilized, and what stabilized her was a big hand pressing on her bare head.

Looking at the small body that was planted in his arms, and the small bald head that was caught in his eyes and held by his hand, Mo Ye frowned slightly, and glanced at the crowd with cold eyes, his eyes fell on the man. Dodging from the backing middle-aged man.

Seeing that the middle-aged man got into the crowd and disappeared, he also withdrew his gaze, and at the same time pushed the small bald head back in his palm: "Let go."

A low voice, with a hint of coercion and a cold indifference to others, entered Tangning's ears. She felt her head being pushed, and she took a step back with her entire body.

After she stabilized her body, she let go of the hand holding the other party's robe, touched her little bald head, and glanced behind her. Seeing that the person who was chasing her was gone, she turned to look at the person in front of her.

The man in front of him has almost perfect facial features that seem to have been carefully carved by the gods, with a resolute facial contour, deep and mysterious black pupils, tightly pursed thin lips, and a body that seems to be innate. The dignity and arrogance that came here really made her stunned, and for a while, she couldn't help but stare blankly...

Seeing a little monk showing surprise to him, Mo Ye's face turned black, and his cold eyes swept across the little monk's picturesque face. When he was about to leave, he saw the little monk smiling like a sly fox. Eye.

"Amitabha Buddha, benefactor, meeting is fate, you are a person of heaven's favor, please open the door of convenience and become attached to Buddha!" ​​While speaking, she took out the bowl in her arms and smiled with a pair of eyes. the man in front of him.

This is the best man who exudes the temperament of a bastard and has the appearance of a god, but it is rare.

"The person of the gods?"

Mo Ye's face turned cold, and his icy aura was even worse than before. Even, there was a faint murderous intent, as if the little monk in front of him had touched some of his taboos, and even his eyes became cold. ruthless.

Tangning's eyes flickered slightly when she noticed the change in the other's aura, and she was slightly surprised. She said all good things, how could it be like stepping on his tail? Look like you want to kill someone?

Mo Ye, who was about to leave, instead stepped forward, approaching the little monk in front of him step by step. The powerful coercion on his body spread out, causing everyone on the surrounding streets to feel uncomfortable, and they all avoided it.

If the big street suddenly opens up a large space, in the middle, there is only the man in black robe with a strong breath, and the two black-clothed guards standing one meter behind the man.

At this time, the two guards also had a cold face, looking at the little monk as if they were looking at a dead person.