Chapter 27

Looking at the frightened head rolling to his feet, Downing resisted the impulse of kicking away, and silently stepped back.

Dead head. It's ugly.

"Shut up! If you make more noise, this is the end of it! "

The man, holding a bloody sword, coldly glanced at the people in the prison, reached out and grabbed the corner, and then pushed out: "get out! Come on

The man who stretched out his hand to push people glanced at the little monk on that side strangely, and thought in his heart: How did you get a little monk?

Downing blinked, pretending not to see the strange look the man was looking at her head. She stood there quietly, not noisy, not startled or flustered. She was very calm, but her clear and pure eyes gave people a feeling of ignorance and ignorance of the dangers of the world.

She closed her eyes, lowered her head, and quietly followed the others out of the dungeon to the open space outside. However, Rao wanted to be a small transparent, but her bright little head still made her look very special among more than 20 people. Almost at a glance, she asked people to directly put their eyes on her.

No, it's on her bald head.

Oh! It was such a remarkable feeling that she missed her long, silky hair!

"Why is there a little monk? Who got it

One of the swordsmen stared at the little monk with a black face and a small bald head. He laughed inexplicably. He came up to the little monk, touched the shining head, and sneered: "little monk, you said that you didn't recite sutras and worship Buddha. Why are you so unlucky to be captured? Why did the Buddha you believe in not protect you? "

Tang Ning resisted the impulse to chop the paw, and stepped back slightly, leaving the paw that was disorderly on her head feel empty. Then he said solemnly, "Buddha said, I will not go to hell, who will go to hell?"

"Ha ha ha ha ha! What a hell I don't go to

The man with the sword raised his head and began to laugh. He looked at the young monk, who had no idea what he was afraid of, and said, "it's really interesting! I'd like to see if there are people in this world who are not afraid of death! "

Looking at the man's eyes, Tang Ning turned away. What she is thinking now is that there are thirty or forty sword bearers, and they seem to have good skills. How can she save herself under these people's hands?

In her contemplation, more than 20 people's hands were all tied to a thick rope, and she was no exception.

To her surprise, a 12-year-old girl with disordered hair didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. As if she was frightened, she bowed her head down and was tied in front of her.

Perhaps it is the murderous intention shown by these people and their cold-blooded attitude towards human life that makes people afraid and dare not resist. They just hang their heads uneasily and don't know what is waiting for them?

Downing looked around, and the men were standing tight, with no other movement, as if waiting for someone to come.

Looking at these swordsmen standing upright and bloodthirsty, she knew that these men had a different origin. After all, even the guards of a century old Tang family were not as fierce as these people.

These people, like a sword stained with blood, sharp and attractive!