Chapter 932

Downing's smile deepened, watching the knife cut at her, listening to the people around her take a breath of cold air. When she screamed, she stepped on the table, grabbed the knife in her hand and kicked him out of the stall.

"Ah

The man was suddenly kicked, fell out of the stall and lay down on the street. Before he could stand up, he felt that his legs were trampled and his shoulders were trampled on. If there was a kilogram of weight, he would be pressed in place and unable to move.

"Whew!"

As soon as the blade was swept, the sound of the wind swept through his ear. He was so frightened that he was so cold that he didn't even dare to move: "excuse me, little master Oh My hair... "

The shadow of the knife flashed in the corner of his eyes. His head was cool and his hair was flying. He felt a knife scratching on his head. He was sad and regretful at the same time. Why should he provoke the little monk?

The people around were worried about meeting blood. At this time, they saw the little monk with the knife to shave the man's hair clean. For a while, they put an egg in their mouths and couldn't close their mouths.

Why are things different from what they think?

Downing stepped on the man's lower leg, and pressed the middle of his foot on his shoulder to prevent him from rising. She played the knife in her hand and scraped the man's hair with a few strokes like scraping fish scales. Looking at this not very bright head, she patted his head with the knife in her hand.

"Make do with it! Don't be too grateful to me. "

As she spoke, she put a knife around the man's neck, ignoring the shaking man. Instead, she looked at the crowd around and asked, "everyone, do you see that he is a monk with a bald head on his head?"

The mouth of the crowd began to gasp. How could this be a monk? This man clearly had hair, or he was shaved to be bald in front of the people. How could he not get along with the monk.

But some people, after hearing this, looked thoughtfully at xiaoheshang and looked at the man with a bald head, as if he understood something, and did not speak.

"The little monk wants to tell us that they are not bareheaded or Buddhist disciples?" An elegant old man laughed and looked at Downing and said, "but this is the meaning?"

Tang Ning took a look at the old man and bent his brow and eyes. He praised the old man with wisdom

"Ha ha ha ha ha..."

The old man laughed loudly, and the laughter was full of joy: "the little monk is very unusual!"

He looked around and said with a smile, "little monk, this is to tell us that the things related to monks in the city recently may not all be the work of monks, but it is very likely that some people fake monks."

Hearing the old man's words, the eyes of the people around him flickered slightly. They looked at the little monk and man thoughtfully, and their eyes flashed a little suddenly.

Downing looked at the old man and then at the man on his knees: "get out of here!" As soon as the voice fell, he was kicked and rolled forward.

She didn't want to kill him. On the one hand, she didn't want the people in the city to think that she was a little monk who was too fond of killing. On the other hand, she didn't want to dirty her hands because he didn't live long.

Man was kicked on the spot a roll, looked back after a look, rolling away. The little monk is a very evil sect. Can't he beat him or leave him to die?