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Chapter 32 King Kong's Angry Eyes

"Bald donkey, how dare you compete with a poor Taoist to steal the teacher's wife, bald donkey! bald donkey!"

Zhang Yuan yelled and ran down quickly. He wanted to help this fallen girl. If he hadn't told the girl to hide and not come out before, the girl could have slipped away quietly, but after listening to these three bluffs

He said that even if he chased the girl to the alley of the fallen people, it would be useless to escape temporarily. He was too arrogant and the fallen people were too humble.

Zhang Yuan screamed like this to attract people to watch. At the foot of the mountain is the Dashan Temple. Shouting "Bald donkey snatches the master's wife" can be described as sensational. The monks and pilgrims will come to watch after hearing this. That way he will be safe.

When the three gangsters saw Zhang Yuan running down, yelling, they were all stunned. This kid had lost his mind and gone crazy. What kind of nonsense was he yelling?

Erhu put his hands on his hips and shouted: "Ignore that kid and drag this bitch out."

Four tigers and six tigers got into the bushes, and the fallen girl fled deep into the bushes, but it was difficult to escape due to the tangle of trees and vines. Four tigers and six tigers dug in on both sides, making it difficult for her to escape.

Zhang Yuan rushed to Erhu and said angrily: "What do you want to do? This girl once worked as a servant in my house. What do you bald donkeys want to do, bald donkeys! Steal the teacher's bald donkey!"

Erhu was scolded inexplicably. He stretched out his hand and touched the net scarf on his head. He saw that the net scarf was all over his hair. He glared: "What nonsense are you talking about? Don't mind your grandfather's business. Let's go quickly. Let's go quickly." He didn't dare to say anything to Zhang.

It turns out that Lahu is not a robber, and fearing the strong and bullying the weak is Lahu's survival rule.

The fallen girl in the bushes was already being cornered by two bulls. The girl shouted: "Don't come over, don't force me, I, I will hit someone."

The six tigers said with a lewd smile: "Hey, you can also hit people, come on, hit me."

Sihu said: "Come out bitch, listen to my Erhu brother." He reached out and grabbed the fallen girl's arm and dragged her out. Unexpectedly, the girl's arm moved back with unusual strength -

Sihu staggered and almost fell down, and cursed: "What a bitch, you have a lot of brute force to do rough work. I don't believe I can't drag you out." He yanked the girl's arm -

The fallen girl panicked: "Don't force me, I'm really going to hit someone!"

The six tigers laughed and said: "Brother Sihu, you are too useless. You can't deal with a little girl. Look at me - ouch -" he fell to the ground.

Sihu shouted: "This bitch seems to know martial arts."

Liuhu climbed up and said angrily: "I don't believe we two grown men can't deal with such a little bitch——"



Zhang Yuan couldn't understand clearly outside the bushes, but from the sound of the noise, it seemed that the fallen girl was very skilled, and the two gangsters couldn't drag her out. The girl was still shouting in panic, don't force her, otherwise she would hit someone -



Zhang Yuan ran a few steps away from the two tigers and shouted: "Hey, little girl, you can fight them as much as you can. Don't be afraid. Knock them down. The master will make the decision for you. There are people in the master's yamen, so just fight them."

alright."

At this time, you have to pretend to be a playboy, otherwise the degenerate girl who is used to having low self-esteem will not dare to attack the good people. If you beat the good people with the lowly, the crime will be increased. The degenerate girl is obviously afraid of this.

Just listen to the slightly childish voice of the fallen girl asking: "Seriously?"

Zhang Yuan responded: "Seriously, just let go and fight——"

The fallen girl said: "Then it's your fault, don't blame me."

Zhang Yuandao: "Yes, I was the one who beat him, and the official said so."

"What did you say!"

The two tigers were approaching Zhang Yuan with ferocious looks.

Zhang Yuan has already heard the commotion from the monks in the temple at the foot of the mountain. Being scolded as a bald donkey is unbearable. Buddha is not just merciful, but also has a vajra glare. The monks will soon come to check -

Seeing the two tigers approaching with great momentum, Zhang Yuan stood firm and said, "Try touching me, I'm sure you will have no place in Shanyin."

Erhu really didn't dare to move, but he said with a stern face: "It's none of your business. This degenerate bitch extorted my money by using substandard goods. Shouldn't he be punished?" He turned around and ignored Zhang Yuan, and cursed into the trees:

"Two losers, it took them a long time to find out that little bitch——"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a few "cracks", and then two tigers, two of the four tigers fell to the ground and screamed in pain, the branches rustled, and the fallen girl came out.

Erhu was startled, took a few steps back, looked at the fallen girl in surprise, and asked: "Fourth, Sixth, what's wrong with you?"

He was answered by a groan and a cry of pain.

Zhang Yuan was overjoyed. He didn't expect this fallen girl to have such strong skills. Hey, why does this girl look so weird?

The fallen girl's hair was in a messy bun, and her long hair was hanging down. Reflecting the midday sun, the strands were glowing like gold. Her skin color was unusually white, not as white as that of ordinary women. There was a scratch on her face from a branch.

Broken bloodstains, a pair of eyes looked at Zhang Yuan, the eyes were dark and sapphire blue, like the black chess pieces produced by Yongchang Mansion. He was about the same height as Zhang Yuan, but his appearance was obviously childish, and he should be younger than Zhang Yuan——

As soon as the fallen girl came out of the bushes, she first held the bamboo basket behind her with her back hand. Those oranges were obviously very important to her. She grabbed the blue headband that had just fallen down with her other hand and asked Zhang Yuan: "This young master, this

Do you want to knock him down?" He pointed at the two tigers.

Zhang Yuan said happily: "Knock him down, beat him, it's mine."

"Okay." When the fallen girl saw someone supporting her, she was unambiguous. She dwarfed and moved like a rabbit. In the blink of an eye, she was in front of the two tigers. The two tigers roared and punched the fallen girl in the face with one fist.

The girl turned her body slightly to the side and had already dodged. She stepped on the two tigers' insteps and punched them in the heart at the same time. The two tigers screamed in pain and bent over. The fallen girl kicked them sideways, causing the two tigers to fall to the ground.

Zhang Yuan was dazzled and praised: "Good fight!"

"Whoever yells, curses and beats people in the back of our temple!"

"Where did this traveling monk come from?"

"Amitabha, the donor has created a profound karma——"

Zhang Yuan looked back and saw a large group of monks from Dashan Temple coming up, some of them wielding sticks.

When the fallen girl saw so many people coming, she panicked again and said, "Thank you, Master." Then she ran towards the hill, wrapping her head in a blue handkerchief as she ran. As she jumped, an orange came from behind her.

The bamboo basket shook out, and the fallen girl noticed it immediately. She turned around and saw the orange rolling down towards Zhang Yuan, so she didn't pick it up, turned around, ran up the hill, and went down the other side of the mountain.

The red orange rolled all the way to Zhang Cai's feet. Zhang Yuan leaned over to pick it up. He saw that the skin was broken, revealing the juicy orange flesh. He peeled off the orange peel, broke off a piece of the orange flesh and put it into his mouth.

Sweet and watery, this orange is no worse than the Tangqi mandarin orange in Hangzhou.

"Amitabha, what happened here?"

Led by a middle-aged monk, more than a dozen monks from Dashan Temple came up. They saw a young man in green shirt peeling oranges and eating them leisurely on the mountain path. A man next to him was holding his chest and crying out in pain. He staggered away among the trees on the left.

Two men came out, one covering his mouth and the other covering his eyes, calling them bitches.

Zhang Yuandao: "Master, a monk just defeated these three lamas and walked away."

The middle-aged monk took a look at the three men. They were indeed bullies. They often harassed pilgrims in front of the temple and blackmailed them. He snorted coldly: "If you three dare to do evil around this temple again, we will report it to the official and severely punish you." Good words.

Asked Zhang Yuan: "Little donor, does he know where the monk is who beat the person?"

Zhang Yuandao: "I don't know."

The middle-aged monk asked again: "It seems that I heard some master, what is going on?"

Zhang Yuan thought to himself: "This monk has a good ear. I called out "Master" on the mountain, and he heard it. Well, a monk can meditate, and his mind can be calm and wise." He said, "There are only monks, there is no Master."

The two tigers rubbed their hearts and sat up, panting and cursing: "Shit, there are no monks, there is only a bitch, and that bitch——"

Zhang Yuandao: "Master, I'm calling you bullshit, bitches."

The monks were disgusted with these monks. Zhang Yuan's words added fuel to the fire and became angry. Several monks with sticks rushed over and beat the three monks, but the middle-aged monk in the lead remained calm.

, said: "Don't beat him, tie him up and take him to the county government's criminal department."

Zhang Yuan went down the mountain while the monks were kidnapping people, and walked straight out of Dashan Temple. It was already past noon, and he had to go home quickly. His mother would be worried.

Having finished eating the orange, Zhang Yuan threw the orange peel into the Fu River with all his strength, and the orange peel floated away with the water.

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