MTL - The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism-Chapter 53 Master of Violence

when! Founder's eyelids didn't blink, but the bullet flew, sparks splashed!

"****!" Han Xiaoguo called out like a ghost, and pulled the trigger frantically in fear!

"Ding-dong-dong-dong!" The bullets bounced and Mars was scurrying.

Founder raised his eyebrows, rushed forward, grabbed one, click!

"You ... what are you doing? Give up?" When Han Xiaoguo shouted, he pulled out the dagger and stabbed Fangzheng's abdomen!

"I know, it's all deceptive on TV! I have to use my own method!" Fang Zheng muttered, pulling with his hand, Han Xiaoguo only felt a powerful force coming from his hands, and the gun fell Founder's hands. At the same time Founder slaps out!

Snapped! Founder drew on Han Xiaoguo's wrist.

Han Xiaoguo's dagger slammed into the ground.

Han Xiaoguo stepped back, touching his swollen left hand, and looked at Fang Zheng in horror; "Are you a man or a ghost?"

Fang Zheng was in front of his face and forced a pinch, and the pistol clicked in his hand with a series of crisp sounds, twisted and broken!

Han Xiaoguo's eyes looked even more frightened.

Founder came to the position of the dagger again, picked up the dagger, knocked, and cracked! The dagger is broken! Founder shook his head and said, "This is really poor quality."

Grunt!

Han Xiaoguo couldn't help but swallowed his mouth. The dagger was the ATAK Mad Dog tactical knife he brought back from abroad, which was hard to find. This is a collectible that the captain gave him after he made great achievements. As a result, in the hands of the monk, it broke instantly. He wondered if the captain had sent him a fake! Or maybe this monk is not human at all!

Founder solved the problem of knives and guns, and looked at Han Xiao National Road with a smile: "Now, can we communicate well?"

"Master, didn't you let me go down the mountain before? I'll go down the mountain and say goodbye." Han Xiaoguo ran away!

The lone wolf looked up at Founder, and Founder said, "Let him go. It's a poor child. If he can't go to the mountain, it's going to rain again. This cloud, one day after another, this time comes again. It should be falling. The last rain before winter ... "

Having said that, Fang Zheng closed the gate of the temple with the lone wolf and went into the house.

Founder had nothing to do. He took out his mobile phone and looked at it. As a result, a series of messages on WeChat.

Open it up, it's all Zhao Datong.

"Master, are you there?"

"Grandmaster?"

"Master, help! You have to explain it to me, what does fertilization mean? I am also a man?"

"Master, I am famous all over the world ... 5555 ..."

...

Founder passed by at first glance, a bit embarrassed, fertilization? What fertilization? Then suddenly remembered that I made a typo! Quickly turned up, and sure enough, the two large characters of fertilization are particularly prominent!

Founder immediately replied: "It's not fertilization, it's sperm keeping. Amitabha, the poor monk has made a typo, don't blame the donor."

At this moment, Fang Datong was sitting on the bed with red eyes, aggrieved ... Aggrieved ... Suddenly the mobile phone vibrated, looking down, Fang Datong was crying, pulling Hu Han over, roaring: You grandson, look! Look! This is sperm, not fertilization! Your uncle! "

Then the goods ran out and caught a shout.

Everyone's look is inexplicable ...

After going crazy for a while, Zhao Datong found that although fertilization was lively for a while, after so long, it seems to have passed ... Everyone has been discussing other things for a long time.

This is college life. This is society. There is nothing that can maintain a permanent enthusiasm. Only you can pay too much attention to your own affairs, magnify small things, and torture yourself. The world is big and your heart is strong, so you can really ignore all external pressure!

Zhao Datong suddenly understood something. After returning to the dormitory, he silently responded to Founder: "Master, I suddenly realized the true meaning of life. Thank you for your guidance."

Founder was aggressive, what did he point out? He just made a typo ... it's a ghost!

Founder sent a few more words to Zhao Datong, and found that Zhao Datong was normal, so he was relieved.

At this moment, there was a muffled thunder outside the window, and the lightning continued to move across the sky, and the thunderous sound exploded on the peak of the mountain. It was extremely loud and scary.

Founder closed the doors and windows of the Buddhist temple, checked the outside, and then returned to the room, waiting silently.

After a few more thunderous thunders, a gust of wind blew, and the heavy rain fell down. This is the rain in the north. It comes very fast and it rains fast. The heavy rain is pouring down and the eaves are crackling ...

At this moment, someone is about to collapse.

Han Xiaoguo first ran down the mountain. It was found that a tent appeared at the mouth of the mountain and there was a police activity. He could only sneak back. If he had a gun, he could fight for it. Now he is fighting with a few policemen who have guns with his bare hands. He's not that stupid yet ...

In the woods behind the detour, although there is game, but at night, the animals have run away for a long time. He did not dare to ignite, for fear of attracting police.

Under the hunger, the heavy rain came, and the rain of crackling, hitting on the tree, as if the evil spirits were clapping, hitting the body, cold and boneless! Even if he is such a strong man, he can't carry it.

There is no cave at the top of the mountain, and there is no time to set up a refuge. In desperation, Han Xiaoguo, gritted his teeth ...

Uh ...

A series of knocks sounded.

Founder scoured his ears and muttered, "Strange, this thunder is too dense."

Outside the door, Han Xiaoguo was crying, the rain before winter was very cold, and it was night. The temperature dropped very fast. The wall of the temple was not high, and he could easily turn over, but thinking of the horror of the monk, he did not dare to abide by the rules. So I can only keep knocking ...

Uh ...

"This thunder, why don't you see lightning?" Fang Zheng drew his bald head out of the window, looked at the sky, and muttered.

"Woohoo ..." The lone wolf beside him couldn't stand it anymore, and cried.

"Ah? What? Someone is knocking at the door? Whoops ... The big fish is back, and he almost forgot about him." I thought it was going to be a soup chicken. I didn't expect that this month's white monk clothes can not only resist the sword soldiers, but also ignore the rain!

I just laughed twice, my feet were cold, I looked down, and my shoes were wet ...

"System, your clothes are flawed." Fang Zheng muttered.

"You wore other shoes. The moon-white monk's clothing could not cover your feet. You can take off your shoes and try."