Chapter 931

"When you open the door to do business, do you pick guests?" Donning sat in his chair and looked at the man.

"No! There is not a good thing for the monks now. " A man at the other table sneered at the little monk and said, "don't you know that monks are not welcome in this city? How dare you come to the city? Get out of here

Tang Ning looked at the man, and in a childish voice, he said, "Buddhists have always had a good way of doing things. They claim to be outsiders. Naturally, they are not comparable to things like you."

Her voice was not slow, but her words made the man's face turn red. She imitated his appearance, raised her chin and glared at him, and said, "the road is facing the sky. This is not your home. What qualifications do you have to drive people? Besides, how does it roll? Why don't you give me a look? "

"Little bald ass! You want to die

The man clapped at the table and started to drink angrily. The couple at the stall could not help sweating. They were afraid that the man would be angry and would kill the little monk. The woman quickly motioned to the man nearby to persuade him.

"The fourth shepherd doesn't know anything about a guest, but he doesn't know anything." The man came up to him and said to him, "little monk, you should go quickly." Stay longer. I'm afraid he'll be killed here.

Tang Ning sat at the table, playing with chopsticks in both hands, and said with disapproval: "I'm not in trouble, and I'm not bullying people. Why should I go? I haven't eaten yet! If he wants to go, he will

"Little bald ass!"

The man yelled angrily. He stepped forward and reached for Downing's lapel. He was ready to throw the man out directly. However, his outstretched hand was pinched by his chubby little hand before he touched his collar.

"Click!"

The little hand was holding his wrist, which seemed to be floating lightly, but it didn't make any strength, but it made his whole arm unable to lift up. As the clasped hand turned outward, his body could only turn out and twist, in an attempt to alleviate the pain from the wrist.

However, the sound of the bone cracking and the sharp pain from the wrist still made him cry out.

"Ah! My hand Hands

"It's not a hand, it's a claw."

The tender voice came out soft. She clasped the man's hand in one hand and played with chopsticks in the other. All of a sudden, the chopsticks were inserted into the table by her, which directly penetrated through and stood on the table. It was seen that the crying man's forehead exuded cold sweat and kept responding.

"Yes, it's not a hand, it's a claw, it's a claw. Little master, please let go of my paw. I dare not, I dare not."

"You just scolded me for being a little bald ass?" The tender voice asked in a leisurely manner, flicking the chopsticks on the table with one hand and asking: "am I shaving a bald head in your way? Why don't I shave for you

Her eyes moved away from the chopsticks and fell on the man's thick hair, as if thinking about whether to shave his head?

Hearing this, the man's face turned white: "no, no, I know that I'm wrong. I shouldn't have not mended my mouth. I shouldn't swear at others. I'll change it, I'll change it!"

"Really?" Downing looked at him suspiciously.

"Really!" The man nodded quickly.

"Well! If you want to change, I'll give you a chance. " She seemed to believe his words, smile, release his hand, but saw him a cruel, pull out the knife in the waist and cut at her.

"Little bald ass! Go to hell