The little boy was sitting on the carriage with an excited face and clutching the pocket next to him.
There was half a bag of grain in his pocket, and he was taller than the little boy.
Even this little boy was not satisfied. If the bamboo pole demon hadn't held him down, he would have wanted to pretend again.
I don't know where he got the strength to lift it.
"stop!"
While the young monk was opening another sack and preparing to put out grains, a man stood on the eaves of the street and shouted loudly.
Seeing this man looking at them righteously, the bamboo stick monster wondered, "What are you doing?"
"I'm just a passerby. I have one thing to say. Don't you think this is a waste of food? Why don't you sit down and settle this matter calmly. This is good for him, hello, and everyone. As a passerby, I feel that you
Doing this now won't solve the problem," he said.
As soon as he finished speaking, a city guard ran over, stood under the eaves and raised his hand to this man: "Sir, the city gate has been closed. They can't escape now."
The bamboo stick monster rolled his eyes, "You are really a fucking passerby, a shameless passerby."
He waved his whip and the carriage continued to gallop.
"Hey, don't leave, I'm really a passerby, at best I'm a passerby fan of the City Lord..."
"Pa", the old monk threw a shoe over and knocked the grandson unconscious. He couldn't even look at it anymore.
When they reached the street where Huanxi Tower was located, the little boy shouted: "Stop, stop!"
"Hey~" The bamboo stick monster stopped in front of the Huanxi Building and asked, "What's wrong?"
The little boy patted the grain on his back and said happily: "I have food to eat, and I want to bring my sister back."
"Okay!" The bamboo stick monster got out of the car.
The young monk also got out of the car, and they walked carelessly towards Huanxi Building.
"Amitabha." The old monk clasped his hands in the car, "Old monk won't go to a place like this, let's..."
"Okay, you watch the car outside." The bamboo stick monster turned around and threw the bag the little boy was holding on to the car. "Keep an eye on this."
As soon as they entered Huanxi Building, the smell of makeup and powder hit their faces, making the three of them sneeze.
"Oh, you three gentlemen, please come inside quickly." Several girls in gauze clothes came up to greet them.
The little monk took a step back and left the situation to the bamboo stick monster.
The bamboo stick monster was also frightened, "Then, what, let's find someone."
"Look what you said, instead of looking for people, why should we look for animals?" the girl said, smelling a fishy smell, but it was blocked by the powdery smell.
She glanced at the little monk dressed in red behind the bamboo stick monster and said, "Hey, this monk is a bit interesting. You can tell he is a flower monk at a glance."
"We are really looking for someone, do you know..."
"Go to work, go to work." The fat banshee who had stopped the bamboo pole demon came over and drove the girls away, "This guy is a pauper."
"Ah, you are a pauper." The girls looked down at the bamboo pole demon and walked away.
"You guys get out, get out." The fat banshee waved her handkerchief to chase away the bamboo stick monster, "Why go to the Happy Building if you don't have money?"
They were living and drinking inside, completely unaware that at least half of the city outside had been overturned by these three people.
The bamboo stick monster grabbed the fat banshee's hand unceremoniously.
"If you keep nagging me, I won't be polite." He said seriously.
The fat banshee was stunned.
The bamboo pole demon pulled the little boy over and said, "Where is his sister? Help bring her out."
The fat banshee came back to her senses, pulled out her arm, and said angrily: "Who are you, who is he? If you dare to be rude to me, do you know who is behind me? If you tell me, I will scare you to death. I was the same back then.
I slept with the city lord and his grandfather..."
"What a shame!" The bamboo pole demon raised his knife and cut off a piece of cheek flesh from the fat banshee.
From the cell to here, the young monk fought all the way, treating his fate like a piece of grass, which infected the bamboo pole demon and made him become ruthless.
However, this fat succubus is too fat, and her cheeks are full of flesh. It would look like she had plastic surgery with just one knife.
Even so, "Ah!" the fat banshee screamed, "I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"
Huanxi Tower was suddenly in chaos.
The bamboo pole monster grabbed her and shouted: "If you don't say anything, the next stab will hurt more than just your face!"
Only then did the fat banshee restrain herself and looked at the bamboo pole demon in horror.
The bamboo stick monster asked eerily: "Where is the little boy's sister?"
"The Lun family doesn't know who his sister is." The fat banshee looked at the bamboo pole demon aggrievedly.
"Goudan." said the little boy.
"Huh?" The bamboo stick monster looked at him in surprise, "Are you sure this is your sister's name?"
The little boy nodded.
"Who started it?"
"My mother."
"It's too hasty to name a girl Goudan." said the bamboo stick monster. "Are you sure she is your biological sister's biological mother?"
This stumped the little boy. He was stunned and said, "My mother said, you can make a living with a bad name."
"This is really mean." The bamboo pole demon said.
"Pa", the fat banshee clapped her hands, "I remembered it. This name is so impressive. I know where she is."
The Bamboo Pole Demon said that if I take back what I just said, this name is still very good.
The fat banshee, escorted by the bamboo pole demon, left Huanxi Building and walked towards the backyard.
Some monsters and servants got the news and came to meet them on the way, trying to save their shopkeeper. Without exception, they became the dead souls of the young monk.
In the end, all the servants and monsters did not dare to take a step closer.
Finally we reached a remote corner.
"Right here." The fat banshee smiled flatteringly at the bamboo pole demon.
After seeing that the young monk would definitely kill someone, the fat banshee felt that the bamboo pole demon was still very amiable.
"Hurry up and work! If you don't finish this work, none of you will be able to eat tonight." Someone yelled angrily.
When the words fell, there was also a "pop" sound, which was the sound of a stick being hit on the head.
The bamboo pole demon pushed the door open and went in. He saw three or four little girls squatting by the well. Next to them were three piles of clothes that were almost taller than them, waiting for them to wash.
"Who are you?" asked the old woman sitting in the rocking chair.
Without saying a word, the bamboo pole monster went up and kicked the rocking chair to the ground, and the old woman was crushed under the rocking chair.
"Ouch, someone is coming..."
"Stop screaming!" The fat banshee interrupted him.
The little girl was wearing a bun and covering her head with tears in her eyes. She wanted to cry, but she didn't dare to make a sound.
After seeing the little boy, she said "Wow", the little girl burst into tears, "Brother..." she cried in grievance.
The little boy stepped forward and grabbed her, "Don't cry, I'll take you away. We have a lot of food now, and we no longer have to worry about starving."
Hearing this, the little girl looked at the little boy with tears in her eyes, "Do you want to wash clothes?"
"No, I stole the food." The little boy said proudly.
"Okay! I will never eat more in the future, and you are not allowed to sell it to me again," the little girl said.
"Okay." The little boy agreed.
They were pulling hooks, and the bamboo stick monster picked up the stick and hit the woman on the back with the stick, "I'll fuck you!"
He turned around and said, "Everyone, let's go. We don't have to wash clothes here anymore."
The fat succubus dared not speak.
"No need." The little monk stopped the bamboo pole demon.
"Why?" The bamboo pole demon looked at the little monk in surprise.
"We can't take care of them. If we let them wander around, they won't be able to escape the fate of being sold in the end. It's better to leave them here." The little monk turned around and looked at the fat banshee. "Take good care of them. We will come back."
, if they have a bad life, this is what will happen to you..."
The young monk pointed his left hand diagonally towards the sky.
A monk in yellow robes jumped down from the high wall and struck the young monk with his knife, hitting his fingertips.
"boom!"
A hole exploded in the monk's chest, and the blood spurted fell on the face of the little monk and the fat banshee, making her tremble in fright.
"Definitely, definitely." The fat banshee did not dare to wipe the blood on her face and kept promising the little monk, "I, I will definitely take good care of them."
"That's good." The little monk nodded to her, twisted around and knocked down the two monks with his fingers.