After listening to a concert for free, coupled with this natural beauty, Yan Susu's mood became more open. As she raised her eyes to the direction where the flute sound came from, the lotus leaves nearby suddenly started to tremble, as if there was an earthquake.
Likewise, the ripples on the water surface began to become restless.
Yan Susu's whole body became nervous, and she held the edge of the boat tightly with both hands. She felt a murderous aura, a murderous aura steaming up from the water droplets.
She didn't dare to act rashly, so she could only hold her breath and concentrate, paying full attention to the situation around her.
The lotus leaves trembled more and more violently, and the murderous aura became more intense. She felt some pain in her eardrums. She was about to row the boat to escape, but as soon as she touched the oar, she was pulled up from the boat in the air.
What's going on? Qinggong?
The moment she stood up, the boat beneath her instantly broke into pieces, and three or four wet men in black emerged from below the deck.
What's happening?
Yan Susu was a little confused. How about filming a martial arts movie? Impossible!
Before she could react to what was going on, a tall man in red took her across a wall and then roughly threw her into a room through the window.
This throw did not break her frame, so she really needs to be blessed by Amitabha Bodhisattva.
Yan Susu rubbed her waist and was about to ask the man in red why he wanted to lose her. However, the man in red flew away long ago and disappeared. The speed was so fast that it could be called a breeze. In fact, he did carry him with him.
There was a burst of fragrant autumn chrysanthemum fragrance, which smelled very good.
Yan Susu looked up at the room. It was a very simple room. There was a large portrait of Tathagata hanging on the wall. There was a wooden bed underneath, a washbasin and a clothes hanger on the side, a table and four chairs in the center, and that was it.
, nothing else.
It should be a rest room prepared for pilgrims in the temple.
Frowning in pain and rubbing her waist, she staggered up and barely managed to reach the bed, then fell down to relieve the pain in her body.
The night breeze came in through the window, and with my sharp sense of smell, I could vaguely smell the smell of blood in the lotus fragrance in the night breeze.
Only now did she have time to recall what had just happened, and she finally understood: there was an ambush in the lotus pond, and it happened to be under her boat. The man in red saved her, threw her over, and went to meet the enemy.
Should she sigh that she is unlucky or lucky? She can encounter such scenes that can only be seen in martial arts dramas. The key is that this is her "first time" to go out!
She quietly soothed the pain on the bed. After half a stick of incense, the pain finally subsided. However, there was no hot towel or eggs. She must have grown three sizes thicker around her waist by tomorrow.