Chapter 35 A pack of sweat medicine

"Forgive your life, forgive my life, the second young master, can the monk help you kill a person?"

Yang Guang's high fist finally did not fall down again. He curled his lips and said, "Can a monk also kill people?" The monk still carefully covered his little white face. "How much has the monk even played with women? Does he still care about killing people?"

Yang Guang nodded with approval, withdrew his fist, and personally helped the mud-covered monk. While helping others get rid of the dust, he complained, "You are a lustful monk. It's good to be like this. It's not worth it if you were beaten in vain. Remember that in the future, you can fart if you have something to say it. Don't play those twists and turns with my young master. Do you understand?"

"And that Du Meiyue, is it convenient for you to go to the hut? Didn't you keep saying that you couldn't hold it just now? Why didn't you go? He turned around and drove Du Meiyue away with an extremely shameless reason. He really endured the storm.

Du Meiyue was very obedient and obedient. She didn't have any resistance. She didn't even have a dissatisfied look. She immediately turned around and went out. When she got outside the door, she scolded: Damn Yang Guang, you wait for your aunt. Sooner or later, your aunt will let you return it back!

As soon as Du Meiyue went out, Yang Guang immediately hooked up with the monk, which made the monk nervous for no reason. Until now, he was not sure whether the second young master in front of him was really good as Long Yang.

"Cough, second young master, we don't have to be so close. Cough, let's talk about business..."

Yang Guang didn't. He hugged him tighter, almost to his eyes and nose. His eyes were full of warmth and indescribable mystery, which made the monk break free and shout for help.

Yang Guang stretched out his hand and touched his nose, looking at the monk as if the big cat was looking at the mouse who had no way to escape. "Hey hey, sex monk, there is a way to heaven. If you don't go to hell, you can throw it yourself..."

"If you don't do it within three days, you will never have a chance again!" The monk can only use the last trump card. As expected, Yang Guang's eyes immediately changed, and he waited for his follow-up.

"I have been watching the celestial phenomena at night for the past few days, and I have been promoted to the direction of the disaster for seven consecutive days, so I came here to tell you the truth!" The monk recovered his arrogance and demonic spirit in an instant.

But Yang Guang has more and more questions in his mind, "Let's not mention these messy things. Why do you conclude that I want to kill the young master? Young master, I just came out of the palace to self-punishment and self-reflection. Did I run out in winter to reflect on how to kill people? What a joke!"

The monk is sitting awe-inspiringly, "This doesn't need magic power to know at all. The monks have already heard of what happened in the palace. It's not a secret that the emperor wants to attack the Duke of the State of Sui today. How can he turn back when he opens the bow? And the result is simpler, one dead and one alive. If the monk chooses to gamble, the monk will put all the bet on you, the second young master!"

Where did the monk come from in the palace, and he seems to know a lot about Yu Wenyun's temper. Does this monk have an internal response in the palace?

"Is Du Meiyue the undercover agent you put next to me?" Yang Guang's thinking jump was still very big. Fortunately, the demon in front of him was enough to deal with it, but his expression immediately became obscene.

"What do you think? Can't you imagine that your second young master is so smart? If my monk had such a good product in his hand, would he be willing to spit it out? You just kill me. The monk's principle is that no one wants to touch my girl, and other people's girls and monks have to try to pry it over!"

Although the monk did not answer positively, Yang Guang was quite satisfied with this answer, because he was exactly the same person at all, so he immediately asked a more critical question, "Then why is it three days?"

The monk was also careful at this moment, staring at the situation around him, and then came over and said very serious and mysteriously, "Good, good, the secret of heaven can't be revealed!"

After the monk said that the secret could not be leaked, he immediately automatically disappeared into the vast wind and snow, leaving only a depressed Yang Guang squatted next to the fire and thinking, why this man ran so fast. Looking at the body, it really means a little fairy style. Can this man be the lost step of Duan Yu?

The monk Du Meiyue left but didn't come back. She stood outside obediently and almost stood like a snowman. Sadly, Yang Guang only thought about the monk, the emperor and the murder and actually forgot her. When he strangely walked out of the thatched hut to look around, he suddenly found that there was an ice sculpture in the courtyard.

"This monk is really a snowman, hehe. But the boss's wife won't run away with the sex monk overnight, will she? As he said to himself, he reached out his hand and touched the ice man.

He is not used to taking care of others, because the first principle of the shadow army is to take care of himself first, and protect himself in any case. Otherwise, how can a guy who can't even protect himself protect his head? The only thing he had feelings for after a few months was Yang Lihua, who had only met twice. In his heart, he recognized him as the eldest sister. As for other people, he doesn't know what position is more appropriate. Fortunately, he has always been very busy. He always has a clear goal and has something to do, and he has been working hard to continue to live and change his fate.

"Forget it, it's my fault this time. I apologize for asking you to go out and not to call you back in time!" He patted the snowman's head and smiled and apologized.

Du Meiyue planned to take this opportunity to show him some color, but when she saw that his handsome and white face had been frozen red in the wind, and when she saw his sincere eyes and a warm apology like sunshine, her heart immediately softened.

So she clapped her hands, turned around and a ladder cloud simply shook off the ice and snow on her body beautifully, and strode back to the room. Yang Guang was stunned again. The master is the master. It's all because he is too stupid and naive. How can such a little wind and snow freeze the boss's wife with unique skills?

They all have internal skills to protect their body temperature. He can't do it. In winter, he took off his arms and jumped into the river to climb in the snow for winter special training, which was purely supported by personal perseverance.

People have to compare people to death, and to compare goods to throw away. In such a comparison, he immediately had no guilt for Du Meiyue. This woman was clearly deliberately teasing him. Looking up at the snowy sky, the corners of his mouth were raised, and he said to his heart, "Du Meiyue, don't think that the third brother can't see that you have a lot. The third brother doesn't want you, but plays cat and mouse games with you more..."

When he entered the thatched hut, he fell asleep and didn't say anything. He was sent out by the little black man who didn't know what to do. Zhang Hu and Yue Yunpeng also stayed all night.

It's strange that as soon as Du Meiyue opened her eyes the next day, Yang Guang disappeared quietly. She immediately rushed outside. The snow was still snowing, but Yang Guang didn't even leave a line of footprints. Either he is also a master of light kung fu, or he has been flying away for too long, so that the snow that covered the original footprints again.

What surprised Du Meiyue most was not that Yang Guang walked away gently without leaving any footprints, but that she didn't know when this guy left. Everyone knew that her light skills were first-class, but it was just an ordinary person's boring and one-sided view. Her real ability has not been used yet. She has a special purpose. Life is here, and you must not let Yang Guang go out alone at this time!

But it's too late. Even if she wants to send a book to the pigeon, it's impossible. Even the pigeons can't tell the southeast and northwest in this snowy and windy day.

In fact, Yang Guang's method is very simple. It's just a package of ordinary sweat medicine. Although there is no technical ability to do this kind of thing, no one can know what he wants to do, even he, the most trusted little black man in the world.

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