Chapter 939

"Does the city Lord think that I can catch you if you want, just like the monks of ten thousand Buddhists?" She was playing with the round bamboo in her hand. Her delicate and delicate face was full of smile, but the smile did not reach the bottom of her eyes.

The spirit of her body is surging, and the round bamboo in her hand is also condensed with a strong breath. She looks at the city Lord standing with her hands down and says, "the city Lord can try to see if I am the same as them."

Looking at the little monk's breath of building foundation, the city Lord's face was slightly heavy, and a trace of solemnity crossed his eyes. Did you build a foundation at a young age? Where on earth did the child come from?

The city Lord waved to the people around him to step down and asked in a deep voice, "who are you? What do you want to do here? "

"I came to tell the city Lord that I live in the inn not far from the city Lord's house, and the two great monks are also there. If there is something wrong between the two of them and the monks in the dungeon, I will not be polite to the city Lord!"

The tender voice came out slowly, and the gentle voice at the end of the speech showed a sharp shock. Not only that, at the moment of the fall of the words, a stream of ancient prestige also diffused from her body. Almost at the moment of the prestige, the faces of the guards and dark guards below suddenly changed. Under the strong ancient pressure, they fell on their knees On the ground.

Even the city Lord's face changed greatly when he was aware of the ancient tyranny. When he felt the ancient pressure from heaven and earth, his legs trembled faintly. When he was about to kneel down, the pressure on him was recovered Go, let him feel all over a loose, fierce breath of atmosphere.

When downing achieved the effect he wanted, he snorted, lifted his breath and turned away, disappearing into the night.

But the city Lord, looking at the small figure, was shocked for a long time. A five-year-old child, who is this child, who is he, who is he?

For a long time, he took a deep breath and relaxed his breath. He watched the dark guards and the guards standing up in terror. Then he asked in a deep voice, "are those monks still in the dungeon?"

"Yes, yes, Lord." Said a guard.

"Send them some steamed bread and water. Don't let them die." The Lord of the city told him, and he swung his sleeves and walked back.

As soon as the guard heard this, he quickly went to the dungeon.

Since the monks were put into the dungeon, they were given a meal a day. Although they are not dead, they are almost dead. Now the city Lord has spoken, so we have to go and have a look.

Tang Ning, who left, went back to the inn to wait for qimufeng to come back and let him do it. He also wanted to see his ability, but I didn't know whether he could do it well?

In the middle of the night, she heard the noise coming from the next room. Before long, Xiaohei flew in with wings and landed at the head of the bed and said, "Tang Tang, we are back."

"Well, take a rest first! We'll talk about it tomorrow. " Said Downing, closing his eyes and falling asleep.

Until the next morning, qimufeng knocked on her door: "master? Wake up? I have something to tell you. "