Chapter 132 Just one more body!

A bright moon hung in the sky, reflecting a silver-white pale color in the Dharma courtyard. On the eaves of the roof, a crow stopped there. The dark head flickered left and right with the movements below. The cold eyes shining in the night looked at all the pictures without blinking, and the people in the fierce battle did not find anything strange in the night.

In a short time, I saw him fall into his yard with blood all over his body. His eyes were wide open, and the clothes on his chest were turned messy. In addition, there was no good cloth in the first place, so he couldn't find the usual monk temperament. Only the lax tiger eyes stared at the bright moon, and the bright moon was also reflected in his dead eyes.

At the eaves of the roof, the black crow's claws scraped the tiles under their claws in place, making a numb sound of the scalp.

Flying wings, a crow.

From Kumo's round eyes, you can see a flashing dark shadow shaking its wings and disappearing into the night.

In the quiet night, a black down slowly fell from the air under the silver glow of the bright moon. Lightly fell on Kumo's messy chest, and was not taken away by the wind because of the blood on his skirt, he only shook the down feathers with the wind.

This chaotic world has added a touch of blood from then on.

"It seems that they took the lead." In the silent night, an extremely dissonant anger suddenly appeared. In this courtyard of the person who has just died, it looks particularly strange.

"Hmm!" With another cold hum, two beautiful shadows flashed on the roof.

One person stands on the back of a large butterfly and the other on the back of a big silver cat. If you don't look closely, you won't understand what the huge thing is, because the magic soul beast of the two of them is only at the stage of entering the door. If there is not much action, they only need to control the magic soul beast with the cooperation of internal forces.

With the airflow around them, their clothes fluttered, and the charming face set off by the night color instantly had a sense of beauty of immortality. However, at this time, the two people's thoughts were not on this. Thinking of what Murongling said earlier, they felt that it was an opportunity for the four of them to deal with a monk so painstakingly.

What shocked them most was the legendary sword dragon abyss. Although the words of Oriental Amber flashed, it was not difficult to find through the cold silverhui that even if it was not a divine soldier, it must be regarded as a treasure. It seems that everyone has an unspeakable secret...

"Second sister, do you think we should grab it from them?" Dongfang Yue saw Dongli frowning deeper and deeper, thinking that she had encountered some problem, and suddenly asked her in a fierce tone whether she needed to tear her face.

Seeing that they entered the North, they thought that their future actions could not be as unscrupulous as they are now. Dongfangyue had a headache, which is why he said so. Dongfang's cold and silver figure was just meditating on Dongfang Yue, who didn't answer much, so Dongfang Yue was a little unhappy. Just when she thought that the two had been silent, Dongfang left his mouth and his voice was still cold: "When you are close to the Qianzhang cliff, are you still worried about not having a token?"

Dongfangli left such an unclear sentence and urged the silver-tailed bobcats under his feet to hide in the dark. Seeing that her second sister disappeared, Dongfang Yue was anxious and stamped her feet and shouted "Second Sister is waiting for me" gust of wind, and the beautiful shadow in front of her was also hidden in the darkness...

Dharma Courtyard is as quiet as it came, but there is only one more body!

"Amitabha..."

The Qingchan Monastery, which presides over the abbot's courtyard, except for a room in the middle of the compound with candlelight, all the other rooms have been rested.

In the middle room, a monk in a red gold-rimmed saber was facing the open door, tapping the wooden fish on his side slowly and rhythmically with one hand, and a string of hand Buddhas rolling with the sound of wooden fish in the other hand.

After years of baptism, there is a trace of sadness on the face. The gray eyebrows drooped straight down, their eyes closed as if they were asleep, and there were words in his mouth...

The painful and relieved Buddha's name came from the mouth of the abbot's sea of suffering.

It seems that this casual senior monk also knows everything, which is to surpass his stubborn brother...

In the Zen room in the backyard, Mu, standing in front of the window and looking up at the moon, his eyes were like the bright moon in the air, calm. A trace of imperceptible blood floated into his nose in the wind, and there was not much emotion in his heart.

As soon as I lowered my head and was about to close the window, I felt a dark shadow passing from the corners of my eyes, leaving a crow to stop on the dark treetops in the distance, shaking my wings silently opening and closing my sharp beak, and my eyes staring straight at Mu Yin's side.

Mu's men stopped moving, but when the window was about to close, a faint sentence appeared to be self-evlar: "Haw, you are too slow." Then he closed the window to block the complaining crow, turned around and looked at the sudden extra shadow in the dark room as usual.

"Is Peng really selfish? If it's fun, it's not my generation."

"..." Looking at the person who was sitting on the edge of the bed shaking his feet, he suddenly rolled up the sheets coquettishly. Mu Yin had a big headache. Since he spread such a 'timely' ruffian dragon, he found that he had more and more headaches.

Opening the door and standing there, the room suddenly glowed. Reflecting Mu Yin's cold and gloomy side face and the impulsive and tense figure, it is more and more like a god coming, clearing thin lips: "Do you choose to go back by yourself, or do you mind me giving you a ride?"

"Ah, annoying! Cousin Zi is against the Lun family. At least the Lun family is worried about Peng's safety, so they left the boy to come to see you. Long is sad now. Mu Yinlong and the two decided to cross the division of labor to protect Dongfang Tou and Dongfang Yin, so they said so.

"..." Listening to the fake sob and coy tone, no matter how good-tempered people are, they will run away.

Long Yu, who rolled the sheets, listened to the approaching footsteps and a successful smile flashed on his face. Stop the rolling body and turn your back to Mu Yin. Looking at the sudden shadow in front of him, Long Yu knew that he was already by the bedside.

"It seems that your skin is itchy again, or more lazy. I don't mind doing a calming exercise before going to bed." Gritting his teeth is not enough to describe Mu Yin's expression at this time.

Then he found Mu Yin shaking his head and moving his neck and knuckles through the shadow in front of him. He swallowed his saliva with difficulty and turned his head. He felt that he was in the air without waiting to speak well. Although he really wants to say that it feels good to fly in the air, it hurts even more when he falls.

Mu Yin from afar also heard Long Yu's roar through his thoughts: "Peng, you have guts..."

Looking at the figure disappearing in front of him, Mu Yin did not worry about coming to the door: seed, maybe?

But it's late at night now, it's time to rest...

The next day, it was dawn. Some incense guests who came from afar were still sleeping, and a wailing woke up all the sleepiness of the guests...

"Uncle Kumo!"