Chapter 383

The old beggar almost vomited blood to Zou da. However, seeing that he was so sad, if he killed Xiaojiu and the man now, I'm afraid the disciple would fight with him. So he gave a cold hum, which was tacit approval. See small nine and the back of the man left, Zou Da suddenly feel open heart, he said wait a minute. Small nine turn head, think this man speak not calculate. Zou Da asked Xiaojiu if he could tell him his real name. Small nine nods to say I call nine pill old woman. Nine pills? If it's Japanese, it must be a very good name. It's just that it's translated into Chinese. Zou Da wrote down the name and looked at the falling rain. At this moment, he felt very happy! The liberation of a relationship is much stronger than the entanglement of being lazy and loose all the time. Watching the little nine and the man leave until they disappear in the rain, Zou DA can't hold on to the successive blows and faints in the arms of the old beggar. The old beggar left with Zou DA in his arms and returned to Zhihua temple. Three days later, Zou Da woke up from his bed. If he had recovered from a serious illness, his whole spirit was extremely poor. The old beggar is also a lot older. He said to Zou Da that something happened in your family. Don't go out casually during this time. Just stay in Zhihua temple. Zou Da asked what happened? The old beggar shook his head and left a sentence for you to think about and left alone. Zou Da is lying on the bed and suddenly feels that he is doing a bad job. He breaks the prison for a woman who doesn't love himself and deceives her feelings? This is a catastrophe. My father will certainly be involved. Thinking of his father's tired face, Zou Da felt sad and felt that he could not let his father clean up the black pot he had left. He got up from the bed and went out. As soon as he got to the door, he was stopped by two little monks. No matter what Zou Da said, the little monk would not let him go out. Zou Da even used force to coerce him. Unfortunately, he was not the opponent of the two little monks. Suddenly, he found himself so vulnerable that he could not even deal with the two ordinary little monks. So Zou Da forced himself not to think about anything, and threw himself on the mad dog fist. In this narrow Zen room, he rolled around on the ground every day, remembering the helpless expression of the old beggar, saving him from the rotten wood of the mysterious population that day. All these insults were taken as the motive force. From this moment on, he decided to be a man again.