The door of the old man's house, it was a remote place near the edge of the city, there was no road, only a small alley, and few people could not be seen passing by here during the day, but now the time for dinner was crowded with people, surrounded by layer by layer, very noisy, there was a blank space in the center of the crowd, and there were several officials and a monk standing inside, and the two officials were boxing and kicking around the old man. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The old man was covered in bruises, but he still protected a little girl under him.

"Don't fight, don't fight, I'll go with you, I'll go with you!"

"He's very old, please don't hit him again!"

"Fight again...... If you beat him again, he'll die! ”

Xiaochan's crying voice came from under the old man, causing the surrounding onlookers to be unbearable for a while, but when they saw her fox tail and fluffy ears looming under the old man, the unbearable in anyone's eyes was swept away, and they sighed the old man's stubbornness.

"Do you say that this An Lao Si is stupid, he actually adopted a monster as his granddaughter, and was chased by a monk to protect this monster, now it's okay, the government recognizes him as a fellow party of the demon, and this old bone will die in prison even if he doesn't die here."

"I heard that since this monster came, An Laosi's tea shop has not opened, and two ingots of silver and one ingot of gold have been found at home, and the gold happened to be stolen by the government, and two days ago, someone saw An Xiucai and threw a gold ingot to watch the show, and I don't know which big family this monster stole from!"

"Alas, An Laosi is also pitiful, if only this monster was handed over earlier, maybe the monk wouldn't have bothered with him, and he wouldn't have suffered such a big crime at such an old age."

"I remember, my family lost a piece of cloth last night, do you think it was stolen by this monster?"

"If you steal it or not, you will find it when you go to An Laosi's house later, anyway, An Laosi is finished, and his useless adopted son is afraid that he won't be able to keep this house."

……

The official's fists and feet hit the old man and banged, Xiaochan's mournful cry resounded all around, and the old man gradually stopped talking, only protecting the little girl under him.

The monk was wearing a monk's robe, but there was a thin scar at the corner of his left eye, which added a sense of yin to him, holding a wooden bowl in his hand, and was calmly looking at the old man and Xiaochan.

A butcher suddenly squeezed from the crowd to the front, looked at this scene for a while, and asked to the side: "Isn't this An Laosi, how could the official beat him, what is going on?" ”

A person next to him also happened to be his neighbor, glanced at him, and replied: "You just came back and didn't know, a monk came when the sun didn't go down before, and pulled out a girl from An Laosi's house, saying that this was a monster, An Laosi refused to admit it, saying that it was his distant relative, you said that An Laosi had been lonely all his life, except for adopting a child back then, where did the relatives come from?" ”

The butcher nodded: "That's true, An Laosi is also confused, telling this kind of lie, but this girl is really a monster?" ”

The man nodded with palpitations: "At that time, the monk had to take the monster away, An Laosi refused, he knew that he would definitely not be able to beat the monk, so he asked someone to report to the official, and the monk was also calm, just waiting for the official to come, and then the official messenger came, but the monk had already used the means to make this monster show ears and tail, and the official messenger naturally wanted to arrest the monster." But the monk's vindictiveness is really strong, and he instructed the official to search out a gold and two ingots of silver that had just been stolen from the official mansion from An Laosi's house. ”

The butcher was surprised when he heard this: "I didn't expect that this An Laosi usually looks quite honest, and he actually shielded the monster for money, what if this hurts people!" ”

The man thought so: "It's true, this kind of person deserves to be killed." ”

Both of them are neighbors of An Laosi, and when they talk about it at this time, they don't have the slightest pity for An Laosi, as if as long as he gets involved with monsters, he will become a heinous person.

On the other hand, Anyang's speed was so fast that his neighbors couldn't catch up, and when he arrived, he happened to see this scene.

The monk clasped his hands together, there was no compassion in his eyes, and said: "Amitabha, monsters are harmful things, the old man is paranoid and obsessed, for the sake of money to protect monsters, but also to the poor monks many times obstruction, if not heavy punishment to set an example, everyone will be like this in the future, will become the source of chaos." ”

When the official heard this, his hand became heavier, and he didn't realize that the old man under him was no longer moving.

The sky suddenly flashed with silver light, only to hear a pop, a silver spear has pierced his chest and nailed to the ground, the force of the flight is unknown, it went directly into the bluestone slab more than a foot, the blood flowed down the body of the spear, but it was not contaminated at all, until it flowed down the gap of the bluestone slab, stained the ground red, and the body fell to the ground along the body of the gun.

There was an exclamation all around!

The movement in the hand of the other official stiffened, and he pulled out the long knife at his waist with a thud, the blade trembled in the air, and he looked nervously left and right, but he couldn't find the enemy there.

For a while, the sound of long knives coming out of their sheaths was endless, and the officials were like facing a great enemy.

Even the monk frowned, took two steps back, and looked around with a wooden bowl.

The onlookers were almost forced to get out of the way by a powerful force, and a figure dressed in a pale cyan scholar's robe walked into the clearing, as if he couldn't help the wind, but he ignored the official with the knife, and went straight to the corpse and grabbed the body of the Xue Liang gun and pulled it out, his face was gloomy, and the muscles on his arm suddenly expanded a circle, and when the other official who started beating the old man did not react, he picked out a shot, only to see an afterimage mixed with blood, and the official had been picked off his throat.

Burst!

The crowd of onlookers was in an uproar, everyone who didn't know him was amazed by this man's strength, and those who knew him were all incredulous.

Isn't this An Xiucai, he is a scholar, how can he ......

In the next second, everyone scattered in a hurry!

The monk also frowned and looked at An Yang, and asked solemnly: "Who is the donor, why did he suddenly kill and injure the official, is it because he wants to shield this monster?" ”

An Yang didn't have the time to pay attention to him, shook off the blood stains on the spear with a gloomy face, shrank it with a press of the switch, and disappeared in his hand in the next second.

His eyes swept over several officials like a falcon, and briefly stopped his gaze on this yin owl monk, then he turned around and walked to the old man's side, touched his pulse, and hurriedly turned it over carefully, only to see that his face was bloodless, his lips were blue, and it was a sign of imminent death, but his lips were still trembling and he wanted to say something.

An Yang suddenly leaned over.

"This ...... This girl...... It's not bad, it's good, it's pitiful, ...... Take care of her. ”

An Yang straightened up and pursed his lips, without speaking, at that moment he seemed to see more from the old man's eyes, but the next second his heartbeat had stopped.

"Hiss......"

An Yang took a deep breath and lowered her head, just in time to meet a pair of teary and hazy eyes, the fluffy ears, the weak and panicked expression, were particularly pitiful, but they also indicated that she was not human.

The rest of the officials began to retreat in their hearts, the ability of the weapon in his hand to suddenly disappear was too terrifying, and then thought of the spear like a divine soldier, not only sharpened iron like clay, but pierced the chest of an officer and soldier and nailed it to the ground with a single shot, and the material was silver and white, not taking up a drop of blood, and it could become longer and shorter, and it was definitely not very human to have.

How can such a person be their enemy?

Until An Yang turned around, spread out his palm, and then shook it, a Tang knife appeared out of thin air in his hand, and his face was terrifyingly calm.

Finally, his body moved, rushing over like thunder and lightning, and several officials saw a cyan figure passing by him, and the silver-white light flashed in front of him, and a chill came from his throat, and only a twitching trachea twitch sounded.

Even if the blade is raised, the blade is cut neatly.

When he stopped, the hem of the scholar's robe had been stained red with blood, and all the officials present had fallen to the ground, the blood completely stained the ground, and the only people who could still stand were him and an angry monk.

So he turned his blade and rushed towards the monk without saying a word.

"A fanatic who cares about human life dares to be presumptuous in front of poor monks!"

The monk was so frightened that he took a few steps back, but he still shouted loudly, and at the same time, with a wave of his sleeve, there was a flash of golden light in front of him.

An Yang felt like his body had hit a wall, but this wall was relatively soft, as if he was restrained, as soon as he gritted his teeth, the power of his whole body exploded unhindered, and he broke through this layer of restraint and continued to rush towards the monk, the long knife instantly slashed and cut off his hand that was still sealed, blood surged, and the monk's face suddenly turned red, and a snowy blade had hit his neck.

"Fanatic, don't let the poor monk go quickly, otherwise the poor monk will definitely send you to the eighteenth layer of hell!"

An Yang's eyes were cold, the green tendons in his hands burst out, and the short-term explosive power directly cut off the monk's neck, and the blood gushed like a spring for a while.

"When you are dying, you dare to be hard-mouthed, and people like you are also worthy of cultivating Buddha!"

But as soon as the words fell, the corpse under him shrank sharply, and turned into a scarecrow wrapped in clothes, and the wooden bowl rolled twice on the ground and stopped at his feet, and at the same time there was a sound of a gloomy owl in the distance.

"It's not certain who will die, even if you flee to the ends of the earth, the poor monk will definitely find you!"

"Demon Monk!"

An Yang said that he was very disdainful, the cultivators in this world are not capable of moving mountains and seas, nor are they cultivators who can fight until the sky is dark, but the means are just weird, and they are okay for ordinary people, and they are generally demons and monks who can do evil with a few spells, not to mention that he will not be afraid, but anyone who has some skills in martial arts or a general of the court will not be afraid.

If this demon monk comes to the door again, it will be a matter of one bullet, if one does not work, then two.

Turning her head, Xiaochan was silently kneeling on the ground holding the old man's body, a fiery red tail hanging on the ground, already stained with blood, and her hair was clumped.

The kind neighbor who came here was dumbfounded.

Anyang was silent, walked past the little girl, picked up the old man's body and walked out of the city step by step, only to thank the neighbor when he passed by, but he scared her a lot.

He has only been in this world for a few days, and he should have no feelings for the old man, but the system implanted a lot of information about his life experience, and this old man is also good to him, just dying on the street, no matter how iron-blooded he is, he will be a little sad, the funny thing is that he was still thinking about what will happen to the old man after he left a year ago, but he didn't expect that this problem would not exist today.

If he had come back earlier, he wouldn't have died, would he?

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