Xue Qing is not such a good speaker.

Seeing the old monk say this, he raised his hand to push the old monk.

The old monk didn't go to see Xue Qing, but avoided his hand slightly.

He looked at Yange, a pair of mundane eyes with no joy or sorrow: "A female donor, when you meet, you have a destiny, and you can't waste much money on it.

This skill is not an old monk.

Yange is even more reluctant: "No money, otherwise you can help me put it on."

The old monk heard the words and lowered his head for a moment to ponder: "The female donor, the old uncle is powerless and doesn't have so much money on his body."

Words of Song: ...

She had a new understanding of the cheeky old monk.

In this answer, Xue Qing attacked the old monk twice, but he didn't even touch the corner of the old monk's clothes.

Not only Xue Qing, but even the words were very surprised.

Xue Qing said with a sneer: "His Excellency has such a skill, and what he does is not good, why should he learn the tricks of those scammers?"

The old monk only paid attention to the words and ignored the words and words of Xue Qing.

He looked at the words: "Meeting is destiny ..."

Song of Song interrupted him.

Remove the bracelet from your wrist and pass it to him: "Here you like it, don't hesitate to let it go. Hurry up and let it go."

Encountering such a brown sugar, can only be a financial disaster.

The old monk didn't attach the bracelet, but seized Yange's wrist with the trend.

As soon as his crumpled hand like a chicken paw touched Yan Ge's hand, Yan Ge felt a huge suction coming from the old monk's hand, attracting her soul.

Every bone in her pain seemed to be rattling together at this moment.

The most painful is the eyebrows.

There seemed to be a firework rising, burning every inch of her consciousness.

She could even feel that the burning of the consciousness was rattling, and she could even smell the burning scent.

Yange is just a mortal at the moment.

Even if she can use her golden finger, the golden finger is only a little bit.

Her feather duster was stagnant in the system, with her other half spirit.

For the first time, Yange realized that she might be dying.

Not death in the plane.

But real death.

The old monk holding her hand wrinkled with a pleated face and still said to her: "Meeting is a fate. The fate between me and the female donor is destined to be five hundred and two silver. The female donor must not be attentive ... "

Fate you paralysis! !!

I knew it would be time to join forces with Xue Qing to unload this guy.

Xue Qing didn't seem to notice the situation of the song.

He was dissatisfied with the old monk's grasp of Yange's hand, and frowned to push the old monk's hand away.

Already impatient, he stared at the old monk's eyes full of arrogance: "Release her hand."

The old monk let go of the song when Xue Qing grabbed his hand, and laughed twice: "Where is the female donor? Where do you go back and forth, don't go to the end, the bamboo basket fetches water, but sends herself to the end. . "

When he let go, the pain in Yange's body suddenly receded like a tide.

Xue Qing held her words in her arms, blocked her in front of her with her body, and stared at the old monk spookily.

The old monk didn't look at Xue Qing, and he said nothing. He shook his head and sighed a few times before he laughed and went away.

Yan Ge leaned against Xue Qing's arms and was weak. If he hadn't held Yan Ge's waist in one hand, she would have collapsed and sat on the ground.