Chapter 245 The Little Rabbit Spirit of the Double-faced Demon Monk 16
As the madam spoke, she took off her thin skirt and started posing.
It's like treating Wu Du as the people she killed in the well.
Wudu lowered his head and recited a Buddha's name silently, then looked into the golden eyes of the little rabbit.
"Not afraid of Xiaobai."
He touched her head again and stuffed her back into his arms.
The madam's pretentious voice was still ringing outside.
"Isn't the young master going to take over the slave family? Come quickly~"
Wudu closed his eyes and remained unmoved.
He took off the rope that bound his hair and let his dark hair spread out.
It's like a drop of smudged ink on white paper.
Just listening to what he was muttering silently, the red rope on his palm suddenly rose into the air.
Then when he said "go", he flew to the old bustard and tied her up layer by layer.
The old bustard who was still posing was instantly tied into a rice dumpling!
The madam didn't take it seriously at first, until she realized she couldn't move at all.
Her face changed slightly, and she pretended to be calm: "Young master, you are so good at this. If you had told me earlier, I would definitely cooperate with you."
However, as soon as she finished speaking, her fingernails suddenly became very long and sharp, and she slashed at the rope.
The rope did not move at all, but all her nails were broken.
"How could this happen?!" The madam made a surprised voice and struggled desperately.
However, the more I struggled, the tighter the rope became.
Wudu said softly: "Donor, it's better not to struggle, it will only make you suffer more."
The madam was irritated: "Smelly monk! Let me go quickly!"
Wu Du was unmoved, and he didn't know what he was thinking silently.
The madam felt the rope tightening.
"Damn it! Stinky monk, you are looking for death!"
Wudu still looked peaceful: "The donor has done too much to kill. The poor monk doesn't want to kill, but he has to get rid of you. I hope you can have good intentions in the next life."
"Fart! Do you think you can do anything to me like this?!"
The madam stared greedily at Wudu's neck, and her voice suddenly became thicker.
"Since the holy monk loves the world so much, why not come into my belly to save them all?"
Then he let out a ferocious laugh, his body suddenly swelled, yellow hair grew out of his face and hands, and his skirt was torn.
In just a few blinks, it transformed into a weasel with a slender body, a sharp mouth and long fangs.
Gu Ruojiao took a breath, her eyes hurt from how ugly she looked.
Wudu took the rope back, lowered his head and patted the little rabbit in his arms comfortingly again.
Then he took her out, put her on the ground, and pushed her butt.
"Wait for me in a safe place."
Gu Ruojiao jumped to the corner obediently.
The white fur caught the weasel's attention.
The weasel looked at Wudu, and then at the little rabbit, which was not enough to fit between its teeth, but was very plump, and seemed to be deciding which one to eat first.
In the end, Wudu's flesh and blood was superior.
She turned to Wudu with a ferocious smile, her face drooling, body fluids dripping from her mouth.
A jeering laugh came out of his mouth, and the demonic aura overflowed.
The originally sunny sky turned gloomy.
It was like dark clouds covering the blazing sun, and even the wind became extremely cold.
However, Wudu remained unhurried and calm despite being among them.
But the weasel thought he was afraid: "Little master, be obedient and let me eat you. I promise to make your death less painful."
What she responded to was a Buddha's name from Wudu.
