Chapter 165: Feelings of injustice lead to murderous intentions
Bang!
However, just when the lightless sword was about to hit the great monk, the great monk kicked his feet to the ground, twisted and turned, and rushed out with his burly body.
The wall collapsed suddenly, and bricks and tiles fell on him, without any impact at all. His sinister eyes stared at Yang Fan!
Yang Fan's soul suddenly stood on the street behind the wall, his figure erratic, like a ghost!
"Do you really think that, Lord Buddha, I wasn't wary of your ability to drive away objects?"
The great monk sneered, raised his arms, and squeezed his two palms the size of cattail leaf fans together. He twisted his neck and made a clicking sound.
"It's been a long time since I played the game of Burning Souls with Blood and Fire. Let me play with you soon, Lord Buddha!" He laughed evilly and flew out with a strong wind.
At the same time, the energy and blood of a flying bear suddenly appeared above the head, one person and one bear, equally violent, as if the air became fiery.
Yang Fan had the intention to retreat. The energy and blood of such a powerful innate martial artist had completely burst out. It was like a furnace of blood! .??.
But at this moment, he only has his soul here, and his close combat is almost completely restrained. Even if he gets even slightly closer, he can feel the heat and burning of his blood.
Besides, the news here has already spread. If we don't leave now, things may change later.
Whoosh.
He retreated violently and instantly escaped into the darkness. Fortunately, his soul body was not restricted by the terrain. After several twists and turns, he successfully returned to the room in Fengyue Tower.
His soul entered his body, and his eyes opened instantly, like two cold lights flashing in the darkness.
Under the deliberate vigilance of a strong person at the level of an innate martial artist, it is really difficult for a normal sneak attack to succeed. However, does the other party really think that this matter is over?
In fact, Yang Fan had already had murderous intentions when he saw the woman in the room downstairs.
If there is injustice in the heart, the murderous intention will arise!
At this time, his soul returned to his body. After feeling a little relieved, he immediately got up and came to the window. Sure enough, He saw the great monk coming back cursing.
Apparently it was because he failed to catch Yang Fan.
Yang Fan stood expressionless in front of the window, but his lightless sword quietly swam out of the window and slowly slid down to the room on the second floor.
The distance between the two is only tens of meters, and Yang Fan can easily master the lightless sword.
Room on the second floor.
The great monk stepped through the broken door and window with his bare feet, glanced at the woman on the bed with a sinister expression, and cursed in a low voice: "Bad luck!"
He finally tried to save this girl from the sea of misery, but he encountered such a ghostly kid who was disrupting the situation!
"Don't let the Buddha catch you, otherwise he will stuff you into the oil lamp in front of the Buddha and roast you for three to five years, making you suffer from the burning flames day and night!"
The great monk's face was full of ferocity, and there seemed to be no trace of mercy at all.
At this time, the tightly wrapped Hongma finally appeared, with fright and uneasiness in her eyes: "Here, this Buddha, what happened so late?"
The great monk squinted his eyes and glanced at Hong Ma's bumpy body. His eyes became hot. He looked at her tight face and frowned fiercely.
"Take the cloth off your face! Why are you covering your face? Are you afraid of being looked at by your Buddha? Can you lose some meat? Do you look down on your Buddha?"
The great monk said angrily.
Hong Ma said quickly: "Lord Buddha, please calm down! It's just that I have sores on my face, which are easily contagious, so I covered my face. It was really not intentional..."
As she said that, under the coercion of the great monk, she took off the cloth covering her face.
Sure enough, under the black cloth were large red pimples, faintly stained with blood, one circle inside another, which looked interesting.
To the extreme horror.
"What a damn bad luck!"
The great monk originally thought that Hong Ma's figure was graceful and tasteful, but who would have imagined that her face would look so unappetizing that it was really hard to swallow.
Hong Ma breathed a sigh of relief and quickly covered her face with the black cloth again. She was secretly glad that she had prepared in advance and put on makeup, otherwise she would have been poisoned by the other party tonight.
But thinking about the woman in the room, her mood became heavy.
At this time, the commotion here attracted a lot of people. Upon closer inspection, there were bodyguards from wealthy businessmen, guardians from the families of princes and grandsons, and more of them were warrior monks.
"Wude, what's going on?"
One of the monks asked.
"It's Wu Hai and you guys. Nothing happened. He just met a stupid thief who was snooping. He actually wanted to see my glory, Lord Buddha, but I beat him away!"
"Haha, then Wude, you can continue to show your glory! We won't disturb you!"
"Let's go, let's go! It's rare to come out and relax. Don't waste time here. I'm not a girl. I don't have time to play with you!"
The great monk who was called "Wude" seemed to have a certain status among these people. After chatting for a while, he sent them away.
After everyone left, his eyes were fixed on Hong Ma again.
This graceful figure cannot be wasted!
He held his chin with one hand and stared at Hong Ma. There was a dangerous light flashing inside. After all, it was dark and the face was covered, so it didn't seem unacceptable.
"Buddha, Lord Buddha?"
Hong Ma's face suddenly changed as Monk Wude stared at her. Strong uneasiness emerged from her heart, and even her voice started to tremble.
Monk Wude made up his mind, a smile appeared on his face full of flesh, and he Bu arrived in front of her. Seeing that the situation was not good, Hong Ma tried to run away, but the great monk grabbed her wrist.
"Beauty, where do you want to go? Be obedient and let me, Buddha, feel my love for you, and let you experience the compassion of my Buddha!"
After that, he used the strength of his hands to lift Hong Ma up and walked towards the house.
The doors and windows were broken, and the moonlight was dim.
Hong Ma was so frightened that she froze up. The fear caused her screams to stop abruptly, and she could only let the other party throw her onto the bed.
She glanced at the woman beside her who was dying like a corpse, with a wry smile on her face.
Just now she was secretly feeling sorry for him, but who would have thought that now she would be in the same situation as him!
The entire Fengyue Tower fell into a deathly silence, as if it was in a deep sleep. Those who were awake felt their heartstrings tighten. Everyone knew that Hong Ma might not be able to escape the clutches of the devil!
There is only one exception.
Yang Fan.
He was like a patient hunter, watching the great monk Wu De slowly take off his pants, just like the eminent monk holding the magic pestle to suppress the demon, and when he was about to save the red mother in front of him with great compassion, he finally moved.
The lightless sword approached silently, not even making the sound of wind breaking through the air.
It hides in the shadow of the moonlight, like a vicious snake, dormant in the grass, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any time!
Monk Wude walked to the bedside and looked down at Hongma condescendingly.
His eyes are like two flames.
With barely concealed ferocity and covetousness.
He deliberately did not look at the black cloth covering the other person's face, only looking at the graceful body, with uneven curves, convex front and back, mature and plump.
"Sure enough, what I said is right. Turning off the lights or covering your face is the same!"