Chapter 550

Zhan Ming stares at a Zhao for a moment, then shows a smile: "thank you, almsgiving ah Zhao."

He wanted to live like this.

Living alone in a courtyard, I recite sutras and make tea every day. Occasionally, I listen to almsgiving a Zhao to talk about some interesting things about life.

Such a day is what he wants. At this time,

make complaints about the cotton candy to the Zhao Zhao Tucao: "when you say that, you seem to think that you are shining."

It is a very tolerant and generous lady without any selfish feelings!

A Zhao blinked: "male Lord, now, there are voices of opposition around. What he needs is understanding, so I'll give it to him, won't I? "

Cotton candy thought carefully, mumbled: "marshmallow or do not understand, so that the task can be completed quickly?"

A Zhao said: "in the short term, we can't see the effect. Maybe there is a lack of opportunity."

Marshmallow: what chance

This opportunity will come soon.

That night.

After Zhan Ming takes a rest according to the time, a Zhao is lying on the cane chair in the courtyard, counting the stars boring.

The tip of her nose suddenly moved, and a faint smell of blood came in.

Followed by a light aroma.

The fragrance is very sweet and greasy. A Zhao's brain is in chaos for a moment, and then he wakes up quickly.

No!

It's Mixiang!

She couldn't get out of the courtyard, and her psychic power couldn't go out. She could only call out marshmallow.

Marshmallow quickly said: "there are a lot of people outside. The guards who used to protect the yard were killed!"

A Zhao's first reaction is to go into the room and call Zhan Ming.

But just as she turned around, she suddenly said, "marshmallow, I'll ask you a question..."

……

The courtyard door was pried open quietly.

Countless people in black came in.

Instead of entering the room, they take a look outside the room and make sure Zhan Ming is in a coma.

A Zhao stands aside, watching these people lock the doors and windows from the outside and drench them with oil.

They want to burn Zhan Ming alive!

There was oil, and the fire sprang up.

The group of men in black checked it and made sure it was safe. They also drenched the yard with oil and retreated out.

Half of the sky was illuminated by the flaming fire.

It's not just this house, this courtyard, even the whole temple.

They were all set on fire.

A Zhao was a little uncomfortable by the bright fire, but still insisted on waiting for a while.

"Have the men in black left?" She asked the marshmallow.

Marshmallow nodded.

A Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards the house which had been covered by the fire.

With a wave of her hand, the fire was forced to retreat for a moment by unknown forces. Ah Zhao took the opportunity to go in.

"Zhanming, Zhanming!" Ah Zhao called twice, and the person lying on the bed did not move.

By this time, the fire was about to spread to the bed.

A Zhao didn't care so much. He directly hit Zhan Ming with a spirit power. He stretched his hand around his waist and helped him to the yard.

"Cough..."

Zhan Ming finally opened his eyes.

He looked at the firelight around him and opened his eyes in shock: "this, this is?"

"Someone wants your life," a Zhao said

Her eyes looked around, it was a sea of fire. Even if the fetus of the body rushed out, she would not die, but would be hurt.

Fortunately, her spiritual power is not fake.

"Master Zhanming, I'll take you out now." A Zhao's fingertips move, white spiritual power floating, is about to send people out, but was held by people's hands.