Chapter 15

"Oh! I didn't expect that you, a little monk, would have to let me go in person. You have a good face. " The evil man in royal clothes stared at the young monk in front of him. When his eyes fell on his delicate and excellent face, there was a faint light in his eyes.

The little monk is exquisite and excellent from a distance, but he is even more beautiful and picturesque when he does not want to look close. Especially his eyes are clear and pure. It seems that he is ignorant and simple, which really makes his heart itch.

Tang Ning's eyes flashed slightly, and saw that the middle-aged man who had chased her stood behind the man in the royal guards. In addition to the two men, there seemed to be strong men guarding the man in the dark.

She ignored the undisguised wanton and evil of the red fruit in the eyes of the man in royal clothes, and showed a smile: "benefactor, do you want me to do something?"

Looking at the pure smile on the little monk's face, the evil man's eyes were slightly blurred. After calming down, he gave a low smile, and then took a lunge forward and reached for the little monk.

"What a treasure

The middle-aged man saw that he himself swept over the young monk and went away, and saw the evil smile aroused by the corner of his lips. He was shocked and immediately drank: "second master, be careful!"

When the man in royal clothes grabbed her, the dagger in his sleeve slipped out and fell into her hand. As soon as she moved her step, she heard a voice of breathing down.

"Hiss!"

The man in royal clothes grabbed the hand who was in front of him and was slashed. The knife was quick and fierce. He cut his wrist and cut off his hand vein.

The red blood drips down the wrist, and the smell of blood also spreads in the alley

However, Downing did not give them a chance to react. After she hurt the man's wrist, she kicked the other party's back knee fiercely. The man fell down on one knee with a plop, while her dagger was on his neck.

At the same time, the middle-aged man and the man in the dark also came to her, killing people and covering her whole body at this moment.

"Don't move!"

She snapped, the dagger pressed on the man's neck, and a trace of blood seeped out. She squinted and stared at the two men: "back off! Otherwise, I'll kill him! "

Being pressed on one knee and kneeling on the ground, the man in royal clothes stares at his hands which are not powerless to drop down, and evil and bloodthirsty emerge from his eyes.

He was careless.

He didn't expect that a little monk, a little monk who had no aura of spiritual power, actually gave him such a knife. What's more, he didn't expect a young monk who seemed to be very good at it.

Looking at the blood dripping down his palm, he knew that his hand was useless.

"Little monk, if you let him go, we will let you go." Said the tall, thin man who came out of the dark.

"Back off!" Tang Ning stares at them and drinks. The prestige of each other's cultivation falls on her, making her Qi and blood all over her body churning, as if to run straight out of her throat.

The man in royal clothes was twisted and buckled behind him, and the other hand was unable to hang down. He still had a dagger on his neck. He didn't look back. He just laughed at the Yin measurement and ordered, "you back up."

Smell speech, two people look at each other, this just backward exit a few meters distance.

Tang Ning watched the two men with vigilance, but did not want to. At this moment, the man who was pressed by her suddenly struggled to hit her and let the dagger in her hand deviate slightly. His whole person ran up, and her hand clasped behind her violently broke away, condensing a visible breath toward downing.