Tang Ning, who had left Baicao Tower, faintly noticed that there was a serpent-like gaze staring at her.

She quietly glanced around and walked away, heading towards a denser place in the crowd, the middle-aged man in the dark saw that the little monk wanted to slip away, when he chased after him, he stretched out his hand to catch the little monk, but because he was squeezed by the crowd, the little monk avoided it.

In order to avoid the hand grabbed behind him, Tang Ning's figure leaned forward slightly, but he was hit by the child who was running on the street, and his body lost his balance and threw himself forward, and he fell forward in the man's arms.

However, before she could be planted into the man's arms, she felt that her body that had lost her balance and rushed forward was steady, and what stabilized her was a large hand pressed on her bare head.

Looking at the small body planted in his arms, as well as the small bald head that was pressed by him with one hand, Mo Ye frowned slightly, and glanced at the crowd with a cold gaze, and his eyes fell on the middle-aged man who was dodging and retreating.

Seeing that the middle-aged man disappeared into the crowd, he also withdrew his gaze, and at the same time stepped back the little bald head in his palm: "Let go." ”

The deep voice, with a hint of coercion and indifference that rejected people, came into Tang Ning's ears, and he felt that his head was being pushed by someone, and even the whole person took a step back.

After stabilizing her body, she let go of the hand holding the other party's robe, touched her little bald head, glanced behind her, and saw that the person who was chasing her before was gone, so she looked at the person in front of her.

The man in front of her had almost perfect facial features that seemed to have been carved by God, a resolute facial contour, deep and mysterious black pupils, thin lips that were pursed, and a body that seemed to be born with dignity and domineering, which really amazed her, and for a while, she couldn't help but be stunned......

Seeing that a little monk actually showed a surprised look to himself, Mo Ye's face turned dark, and his cold gaze swept over the little monk's picturesque face, and when he was about to leave, he saw the little monk smiling like a cunning fox with a pair of eyes.

"Amitabha, donor, meeting is fate, you are a person favored by heaven, please open the door of convenience, and the Buddha will become acquainted!" As she spoke, she took out the bowl in her arms and looked at the man in front of her with a smile and squinting eyes.

This superb man who exudes the spirit of a king and has a godly face is rare.

"Blessed Ones?"

Mo Ye's face turned cold, and the cold aura on his body was even worse than before, and even faintly contained a bit of killing intent, as if the little monk in front of him had touched some taboo on him, and even his eyes became cold and ruthless.

Sensing the change in the other party's breath, Tang Ning's eyes flashed slightly, and his heart was slightly surprised. She said all good things, how could she feel like stepping on his tail? Look like you want to kill someone?

Mo Ye, who was about to leave, stepped forward at this time, approaching the little monk in front of him step by step. The powerful coercion on his body spread, causing the people in the surrounding streets to sense the discomfort and avoid it.

If the big street suddenly vacated a large open space, in the middle, there was only the man in a black robe with a strong aura, and the two black-clothed guards standing a meter behind the man.

At this time, the two guards also had a cold face, and looked at the little monk as if they were looking at a dead man.