Chapter 2423

To see a monk in Bangkok is just like to see a supermarket on the street. It's no longer normal.

But it's not normal.

Because lovsky felt the pain!

When he felt that his shoulder was patted and looked back, he felt a sharp pain.

incorrect!

It's a sharp pain in the chest.

It's not right!!

Is after the heart, and chest pain together!!!

Lovsky is very strange, subconsciously looked down, saw a sharp knife, from his chest out of the body.

On the tip of the knife, there are still fresh blood beads.

"Originally, this monk, while I was unprepared, stabbed me in the back, and made me feel cold."

Lovsky finally understood, but because he was not fatal for the time being, he raised his head with all his strength and yelled: "who are you? Why do you want to kill me

This monk, about sixty years old, has a clean face. He has a half foot long white beard under his jaw. Under the lights in the river and the outline lights of buildings in the distance, he looks like an eminent monk.

Even when he assassinated lovsky, he was kind-hearted, not like killing, but like putting on a gauze lamp to prevent moths from flying into the fire.

Lofsky's biggest roar, with all his strength, can only be heard by two people.

The old monk was kind-hearted and replied with a smile: "poor monks lie in Buddhist temples, and Zhike monks stop killing."

Stop killing?

Since it's no killing, why kill again?

Lovsky wanted to ask this question very much, but the rapid passing of life made him unable to stand any longer, and slowly fell on his knees in front of the master.

People on the road in the distance, some people saw this behind the scenes and thought that lovsky was influenced by the master of abstinence, and he was paying homage at the grand ceremony.

With the guy next to him.

His subordinates, even more devoted to the world, reached the peak of their respect for the master.

No one noticed, of course, that he had already died.

When lovsky is about to close his eyes, he suddenly opens them again!!

He finally understood.

This master of abstinence may be the murderer who killed David white, stole the No.1 formula of hope and led Graf here alone.

He told lovsky just now that he was from Wofo temple.

Lovsky raised his hand, grabbed the monk's robe, vomited blood, and said vaguely: "so, you killed white David. We should train Graf to be a puppet and grasp Li NanFang's idea

After that, lovsky's life ended.

turn in one's grave.

He was not reconciled to his death.

The master of abstinence from killing said that he hoped that his soul would not be far away and that he would be willing to: "in order to get hope one, support Graf as a puppet and get more benefits, how much effort have we spent in the past six months? Next, how much risk do you have to take to deal with those demons? But you, a group of dogs are not as good as the thing, also dare to appetizer. Amitabha, it's hard for the Buddha to agree that the benefactor will not die. "

"Go well. Your men are in hell, waiting for your reunion. Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, good, good. "

When the master said something, he always looked at Graf by the river, her slender waist and round hips, and fully imagined the beautiful scenery of spring. After a while, he swallowed his saliva, turned around and left.

He didn't want to go.

At least, he didn't want to go back empty handed after staring at Graf for a long time.

But it has to go.

Although a young woman is beautiful and sexy, she is more attractive than a ripe peach, but he can't touch it.

All he can do is kill.

The protagonist who teaches Graf to be devoted to Buddhism can only be the Dharma protector of the reclining Buddhist temple.

As soon as the master of abstinence from killing left, several novices appeared, saying that the two benefactors were drunk, so I'd better go back to have a rest.

A few minutes later, the bodies of the two were gone.

Even the blood on the ground is gone.

The wind, mixed with the noise across the river, swept across the water and swept away the last blood.

It's dark at last.

Graf, feeling cold at last, turned slowly, raised her hand to the headset and said faintly, "I'm going back."

In the headset, lovsky's voice came later: "OK. Go ahead, sister-in-law. I'll protect you in the dark. "

Lovsky finished, coughing a few times.

It's like I've caught a cold. There's something wrong with my voice.

Graf didn't care.

Don't say he had a cold, even if he was killed by white David's killer, Graf didn't have the slightest sadness.

Graf's hotel is not far from here, but it's not too close.

It's about forty minutes' walk.

Normally, Graf would have to take a taxi even if she didn't drive.

Tonight, she didn't want to go by car.

Taking advantage of this sexy, mature but more hateful smelly bag, when you can still be free, more walking is the last good memory.

When Graf came to a crossroad, she turned her head and looked softly.

Dozens of meters behind her, there was a man in a blue gray monk's robe, wearing the hat that people like to wear here.

She knew it was lovsky.

If lovsky wants to be a yellow finch that preys on mantis, then he is the best choice to pretend to be a pilgrim who worships Buddha and lodge in Wofo temple.

Wofo temple is the biggest temple in Bangkok. It covers a large area and has many monks, both at home and abroad.

Every day, Zhike monks receive hundreds of believers from all sides.

It is said that the day when WOFO Temple received the largest number of lodgers, it reached thousands of people. Who would doubt that lovsky was a yellow finch hidden in the dark?

Graf, scornful, silent, chuckles, turns back and goes on.

A few hundred meters later, it is a famous street in Bangkok. There are many bars with a local specialty, a demon, performing with various characteristics.

Tourists from all over the world, in the light of random turn, talking and laughing slowly forward.

Graf, of course, was not interested in these things. When she dodged a monk coming towards her, she had something in her arms.

It's a small backpack.

In a daze, she heard the voice of the monk: "go back to the hotel and see again!"

Before Graf could react, the monk left.

In the blink of an eye, you can't see it.

"What is in this knapsack?"

With this doubt, Graf quickened her pace.

Ten minutes later, she came to the front of the hotel hall and looked back.

Lovsky, who had stopped, stood in the shadow of the roadside tree.

Lovsky chuckled as she watched Graf enter the hall.

That smile, unexpectedly very soft, very delicate.

Also with a trace of uncontrollable pride: "if you become a puppet, it's your destiny. Well, you can only be a puppet for Master Li. Not those fake monks. Alas, disobeying the landlord's mother-in-law's and the king's dual orders, meddling in this matter without authorization will have serious consequences. I hope they can understand my hard work. Alas, the night God has a hard life. "

Unfortunately, Graf did not hear two successive sighs.

In the guest room.

Under the light.

Graf looked at what had been poured out of her rucksack, her pale face turning red with shame.

In the eyes, there is always shame and twinkle.

She bit her lip and murmured, "mean!"

She raised her hand and swept the latest love clothes on the floor.

But, there is an envelope, falling.