Chapter 11

Tang Ning, who leaves the Baicao building, is vaguely aware of a snake like gaze on her.

She looked around quietly, and then walked away to the crowded place. In the dark, the middle-aged man saw that the little monk wanted to slip away. Even if he caught up with him and reached out to catch him, he was squeezed away by the crowd.

In order to avoid the hand behind him, Downing's figure was slightly forward. However, he was hit by a child running in the street. His body lost balance and fell forward in the man's arms.

However, before she fell into the man's arms, she felt out of balance and her body was stabilized. To stabilize her was a big hand on her own naked head.

Looking at the small body planted in his arms, as well as the small bald head that he held in his hand, Mo Ye frowned slightly, and glanced at the crowd coldly. His sight fell on the middle-aged man who dodged and retreated.

See that middle-aged man into the crowd disappeared, he also took back his eyes, and at the same time the small bald head in the palm of his hand retreated for a moment: "let go."

A low voice, with a trace of pressure and indifference, was introduced into Downing's ears. He felt his head pushed and the whole person stepped back.

After stabilizing her body, she let go of the hand holding the other party's robe, touched her small bald head, looked behind her, and saw that the man who had been chasing her had disappeared, so she looked at the person in front of her.

The man in front of her had almost perfect facial features, resolute facial contour, deep and mysterious black pupil, tight thin lips, and the noble and domineering spirit that seemed to be born in front of her, which really made her amaze. For a time, she couldn't help looking at it

Seeing a young monk show his astonishing color to himself, Mo Ye's face turns black. His cold eyes sweep the little monk's picturesque face. When he is about to leave, he smiles and squints his eyes like a cunning fox.

"Amitabha, benefactor, it's fate to meet. You're the one who's in heaven. Please open the door and get married with Buddha!" At the same time, she took out the bowl in her arms and looked at the man in front of her with a pair of smiling eyes.

This is a man who is full of Wang BA's spirit and has a heavenly face, but it is rare.

"Heaven's family?"

Mo Ye's face is cold, and his cold breath is even more severe than before. Even, there is a bit of killing intention. It seems that the little monk in front of him has touched some taboo of him. Even his eyes have become cold and merciless.

Aware of the change of each other's breath, Downing's eyes flashed slightly and his heart was slightly surprised. What she said was good. How could she step on his tail? You want to kill?

Mo ye, who is going to leave, steps forward and approaches the little monk in front of him step by step. The strong pressure of his body spread out, so that people around the street are aware of discomfort, have to avoid driving.

If the big street, all of a sudden, a large open space, that in the middle, only the man in black robe with strong breath, and two black guards standing one meter behind the man.

At this time, the two guards were also cold, looking at the little monk's eyes as if they were looking at a dead man.