Chapter 950

"Master, what can we do?"

Feng Yi was also surprised when he heard that. He turned to look at the little monk with a worried face. He was as nervous as Cao An.

But the little monk seemed to have been pointed. He looked at the front in a daze, as if he didn't hear what his two loyal servants said.

There was only one thought in his mind at the moment, that is, Lin Yunxi left, but he couldn't even send one.

"It's all the prison monk's fault! If he didn't ask you to cut firewood temporarily, why didn't he even send the young master for a ride? "

Cao An wiped his face and complained angrily to the little monk.

Originally, there were a lot of work for the three of them, but at this time, they usually have some rest time.

If you still want to leave as usual, you must have a chance to say that maybe someone else went to their hut to look for it, but all three of them were driven to the mountain to cut firewood, so you didn't find anyone, so you just left!

Thinking of this, Cao An felt even more resentful and began to shout in front of the little monk and Feng Yi.

"No! It's definitely not just the prison monk! Nine princes - nine princes! "

"What do you mean by that?"

Feng Yi's face sank as soon as he heard that he was involved in the ninth prince.

"The ninth Prince used to look down on our master. When he came to lingjue temple this time, he didn't mean to be mean in front of the young master? As a result, we have no chance to be alone with the young master. He must know that the young master is willing to help us, so he secretly let the young master go and let the prison keep a secret from us. Even the young master's people can't see him! "

Cao An felt that he had guessed the dark fact, and his face turned red immediately.

"Master, if we go on like this, we three will die in lingjue Temple sooner or later! The ninth prince was already powerful, but now the young man has gone. Without his help, where can we survive? "

The little monk's face was expressionless. He stood there as petrified. Only the careful Feng Yi saw his master's hand shaking.

"Don't talk nonsense, do things first!"

Dare not let Cao An continue to say, let the master by stimulation, Feng Yi a fierce drink let Cao An shut up.

What if you guess the truth?

Now the three of them can't fight the ninth prince at all. Even a small prison monk in lingjue temple can make their life worse than death. It's better to just look in front of them and try to live first.

"Master, let's not worry about anything else. Although the young master has left, he is sincere in dealing with you. He will certainly come to see you in the future. Don't think so much. Let's do things first."

"What else can I do? I don't know when I was killed..."

Cao An didn't dare to talk any more, only muttered secretly.

Feng Yi glared at him with hatred, and his hand waving the firewood chopper went down more fiercely, which made Cao An shrink his neck and dare not speak again.

"Master..."

Some worried to see a little monk gradually come back to mind, Feng Yi looked at his head numb cut firewood action, the heart is very not taste.

"Do things."

Coldly threw two words, small and Shangtou also don't lift, just waving the hand of the wood knife seems to work hard, that posture, like in vent.