The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

Then another brain collapsed, and a moment of screaming, the painful Wu Zongxi shouted, got up quickly, and ran away!

What is his speed? What speed is Fang? No matter how fast he ran, he could not run away from the Founder in the leisure court. Founder walked and bounced while Wu Zong screamed as he ran. It was short hair that could not cover much of the scalp. Now my head is full of bags, and in a dozen glances, it looks like a toad.

Wu Zong ran for about a kilometer and couldn't run. The slower and slower the run, but the Founder behind him seemed to be okay. He walked beside him and raised his brain with a brain collapse. Screaming again and again.

When he got to the back, he didn't even have the strength to bark. Fang Zheng played it a moment, and he made a hoarse voice.

Another kilometer, Wu Zong cried and shouted, "What the **** are you doing? You say, I will do it after you say it, please let me go."

However, Founder didn't speak at all, followed him, and bounced as he walked. He suddenly fell in love with his brain. This is much cooler than playing the squirrel's small head. It is refreshing with a sound and sound feedback.

When Founder didn't speak, Wu Zong could only continue to run, and at this moment, the two passed by a canteen in a village. Rural canteens sell a variety of things, buy barrel noodles, and also sell meat. The butcher shop was just outside, and a machete was dangling on the table.

The owner of the shop did not seem to be outside, and no one was seen on the road in the village.

Seeing this machete, Wu Zong's eyes lighted up, evil was born from the side of his gall, and his heart said, "I can't kill you by driving, I can't trust the sword! Anyway, I can't shake this monk ghost anyway, just fight What if it was done? "

Thinking of this, Wu Zong suddenly rushed to the pork shop, picked up the bone chop knife above, and turned and yelled: "Don't come over! You go farther away! Come closer to me, I chop ... chop you! "

Speaking of hacking, Wu Zong is a little out of breath. Can this monk ghost really hack? Never heard of any ghost in history who can be hacked with a knife!

Sure enough, the monk ghost was not afraid at all, looked at him with a smile, raised his right hand high, clasped his thumb and index finger, and made an OK gesture that made him collapse.

"You tm over and over? Can you let me go?" Wu Zong cried.

Unfortunately, the monk ghost still did not speak, and came up with his hand raised.

Seeing the failure of the negotiation, Wu Zong roared, and chopped down the bone-cutting knife to the bright bald head!

The monk ghost did not evade, and still held up the OK gesture and came over.

Wu Zong seemed to see the scene of a monk splitting his bald head, his eyes flushed, with a bit of shivering, a little excited shouting: "Go to death!"

when!

The ideal is plump, but the reality is often skinny. With this knife going on, Wu Zong only feels numb in the tiger's mouth, and almost cannot catch the bone chopping knife! At the same time, he clearly saw that the bone-cutter fell on this bald head and cut out the Martian!

Really Mars! At that scene, he was desperate on the spot! The car can't be killed, the knife can't be killed, this Nima ...

Without waiting for the thoughts behind him to rise, there was a severe pain in his hand, he could no longer hold the machete, and let go of his subconsciously, and the machete fell to the ground with a bang.

The monk ghost seemed interested in the machete and lowered his head to pick it up.

Wu Zong saw a chance, so he just recovered a little physical strength, turned and ran! He saw a motorcycle parked not far away, and it hadn't turned off, nor did he know who it was. But at this moment, it doesn't matter who the motorcycle is, as long as it can be driven.

So Wu Zong ran away, riding a motorcycle, kicking the accelerator, speeding up, rushing!

30 yards!

50 yards!

60 yards!

90 yards!

"Haha, I don't drive professionally, but the motorcycle is an old driver! At this speed, the monk ghosts of grass and mud horses come after me! Come on!" Wu Zong looked at the speedometer, the more excited he looked, Haha laughed.

"Oh." At this moment, a faint sound came from behind, and the sound was extremely familiar, especially the sound was accompanied by a familiar wind!

"I ... Day!" As Wu Zong cursed, he looked back and saw that a monk didn't know when he got on his motorcycle, sat behind him, raised his hand with an OK gesture and fell down.

"Nima!" Wu Zong had only one time to swear, and a sigh, his tears shed instantly. However, after being bombarded for a long time, Wu Zong didn't panic at first. With the preparations in his heart, the car still drove, lest one accidentally smash himself to death. However, the situation now is that getting out of the car and running can also open up the distance.

Riding a motorcycle and running with a ghost, even if the speed is soaring into the sky, don't try to pull away a little distance. Thinking of this, holding back the falling brains on his head, Wu Zong slowly stopped the motorcycle, then jumped off the car and ran away.

But this run is just self-consolation. Can he run past monk ghosts as fast as he can?

So mourning all the way, the days of begging for mercy began again.

The sun was gradually tilting, and a person walked in front of the country road, with a husky wailing from time to time. Followed by a white monk, from time to time the man's brain collapsed, and the shadow of the two was stretched by the setting sun into a special picture.

At night, Wu Zong walked for a day, his tired legs were soft, and his eyes were dark. Taking a difficult step, bitterly said, "Monk, you have no end? You are not hungry?"

Wu Zong looked back, and saw that the monk's ghost didn't know where to buy the bread, unpacked it, and ate it with great appetite.

Smell the scent of bread, Wu Zong was hungry, touched his belly, looked at Fang Zheng bitterly.

Founder smiled slightly, raised his right hand, hey!

what……

Wu Zong continued to run hard.

"Monk, are you still chasing? Are you thirsty?" Wu Zong really broke down, turned his head, and looked at Fangzheng, but Fangzheng took out a bottle of mineral water from the plastic pocket in his hand, and drank it with great joy.

Wu Zong licked his cracked lips and looked at Fang Zheng with a look of hope.

Founder raised his hand, oh!

"Grass mud horse ..." This is Wu Zong's only means of counterattack. But I can't beat you!

Moving forward, the moon climbed into the sky and fell again. Wu Zong just felt that his eyelids could not be opened and he walked straight.

Wu Zong would like to leave, not to run anyway, he can't run anyway, just sit here and rest! However, as soon as he stopped, the frequency of the other party's brain collapse was significantly accelerated, and it became faster and faster, and it became more and more painful! Soon he couldn't help but keep running. As for sleeping? Apparently thinking too much ...

One night passed, the sky was white, and as the sun rose, a golden light fell, and the sky and the sky suddenly became bright.