Doomsday Sanctuary

"I'm worried about the chaos going out to find you! Hey, who are these?"

The middle-aged man named Senior Uncle Dexing by Xingzhong looked at Xingzhuang with concern, and suddenly found that the people behind Di Ping sighed.

While he was speaking, his eyes fell on Di Ping's face alive, and there was a strong scent of scrutiny. Di Ping looked a little strange.

I wondered what happened to the people in this blacksmith village, how could they all look at people like this?

"Uncle Dexing, this benefactor came back with the Luo family's daughter when we met on the road!"

Xingzhi heard the teacher's inquiry and hurriedly explained, and then looked at Di Ping and said, "Di Shizhu, this is the little monk and teacher!"

"Hello Master, kid Di Ping has met Master Dexing!"

Di Ping didn't dare to ask him to be older. One is that this person is relatively old, and the other is that the idiot uncle must always respect him, so he hurried forward and bowed his fists.

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be! I'm just a Shaolin lay disciple, so if I dare to be a master, Brother Di will not give up calling Dexing Brother!"

The forty-year-old middle-aged man who had been babbled as an uncle was very bold, smiled and stretched out a big thick hand to hold Di Ping together.

There is no negligence that Di Ping showed because of his youth, but very enthusiastic.

"Then I will call out my brother!"

Di Ping held the middle-aged man's sturdy and powerful palms, and with a gentle and hearty smile, he could feel the true temperament at this time. It did not seem to be false, so he was not polite, and called the old man with the stick.

If he was really allowed to follow Uncle Xing's idiot, then he would definitely not do it. Di Ping did not have this hobby in the lower generation.

"Ah, that's right. Just call me brother, isn't that way to get close? I like to go straight as soon as I hit a blacksmith, haha..."

When Dexing heard Di Ping's name, his mouth suddenly cracked, and he became happy. He seemed to think that Di Ping was very on the road and was more temperamental.

"Xing Chi, why are you **** and injured?"

Dexing, who was holding Di Ping in a cheerful hand, suddenly widened his eyes, staring at the **** shirt on Xing Chi and asked with a look of surprise.

"Haha! It's okay, uncle, a little injury!"

Xingzhi didn’t expect Master Dexing to suddenly ask him about this. He looked down and looked down. The yellow monk’s robe was covered with blood, especially the right arm was soaked in blood. It looked so dazzling, but he was embarrassed to say that it hurt. Suddenly he was very embarrassed and smiled and tweeted about the minor injuries.

As soon as the words were spoken, he might feel that he had lied, and he raised his palm and secretly said, Buddha forgiveness!

"Is there a lot of blood and a small injury? Let me see where the injury is. If it is injured, it is important to treat it quickly!"

Dexing didn't care, his face was full of worry, and without a word, he pulled off his crazy sleeves to check the injury.

"Uncle Master and Uncle! It's okay! It's okay!"

Xing Chi prevented Master Dexing's actions, but is there still a lady present?

He dared to let Dexing really open his monk's robe to check, so he had to dodge again and again, and patted his chest to indicate that he was okay.

"Then how did the blood on your body come from?"

Dexing obviously cares about this nephew, and his eyes point to the blood on Xing Chi's body and ask.

"That...this..."

Xingchi blushed for a while and didn't know how to explain it.

He can't say that he hurt Di Ping, right?

Then the two sides will not get along well at that time, so is he embarrassed to say?

I am a master of Shaolin. I beat a young man so as to say that he would not let a bunch of brothers laugh when he went back. What's more, he was injured so much, but there was no wound on his body?

Explaining will be even more troublesome at that time, so he has a headache for a while.