Chapter 955

"Why don't you go yet?" Baili Jingqi looks coldly and sweeps towards the monk in the prison, which makes the other person's heart startled, and his flesh trembles.

"Go... Call the doctor for them!"

Because there were other monks behind him, the prison monk's face was ugly, but he felt a little timid in Dawson's cold eyes. Although he said it fiercely, he waved his hand and turned to the doctor.

Feng Yi and Cao An were no less surprised than the prison monk. They had been with their master for so many years, and rarely saw their master show such a domineering spirit

"This finger... I won't forget it. Don't worry, I'll get it back from them."

The little monk quietly bent down and picked up the severed finger that fell on the ground. He looked at Feng Yi's incomplete palm with deep eyes, and his voice was hoarse, as if he had suppressed many emotions.

"Master..."

Feng Yi's voice was a little depressed because of the pain, and what choked him even more was the sadness of his master's eyes.

"You're the finger I broke. I'll never forget you in my life."

The little monk's eyes were dark. His eyes were tightly focused on Feng Yi's broken fingers. His thin lips were pale and bloodless.

In another section of the fighting field, on the seventh floor of the pharmacist's tower, He Fang had already stood at the window and had a panoramic view of the whole process.

Just out of the noise is too big, he stood there early in the morning, while looking at everything in the eye, while also vividly describing the scene.

"Master, the eldest grandson of the emperor should have been shocked. One of his followers' fingers was cut off."

He Fang's voice was full of banter and ridicule, but Bai Li Zong Lu, who was sitting behind him, seemed unmoved.

There was no one else in the whole pharmacist tower except him. The young master downstairs who let him remember also left. The hundred mile sect law seemed to be addicted to copying scriptures. The flying pen and pen left long flying and Feng dancing handwriting on the paper. Just like himself, his momentum was impressive, but he was extraordinarily restrained.

"But I didn't see that the emperor's eldest grandson was a little dignified. The fat monk in the prison really led people away."

He Fang seems very dissatisfied. This time, the emperor's eldest grandson did not continue to be embarrassed. With a sneer, he began to complain again.

"Fortunately, the second son is not here this time, otherwise... Seeing the emperor's eldest son's accident, I'm afraid I'll have to run around and work for them again."

I don't know if it's because I know that only talking about the second son of the marquis in Pingyang can make my master have some reaction, or it suddenly reminds me that He Fang picks his eyebrows and looks back at his master.

Sure enough, the hundred Li Zonglu, who had been indifferent and only focused on copying scriptures, was stunned. He looked up coldly at He Fang and looked out of the window.

If that person is still there, I'm afraid that he has already run to Baili Jingqi's side?

"It's just a finger. What can I say? It's just a child, but I haven't seen much of the world. "

The cold voice does not have the slightest emotion. In the view of Baili Zong law, Baili Jingqi's entourage is only cut off a finger, and there is no worry about his life. What's so terrible?

"The master is right, of course."

He Fang agreed with the smile, the fundus of the eyes are to the window below that a few people undisguised ridicule and disdain.

"How many times have the enemy's swords been put around our necks, and how many Dayong soldiers died in the battlefield?" he asked? Huang changsun - hum! It's just a finger. The master doesn't care about these little things at all. "