Xia Xiong and the others are having a hard time.

The great master who came with me last time didn't even come.

If this fight continues.

Xia Xiong and the others will be wiped out sooner or later.

Several people were fighting and moving toward a place with fewer people.

Wang Han jumped directly from the window sill.

"Wang Han!"

Tian Lili ran over quickly.

When I lay down at the window and took a look, I saw Wang Han nimbly jumping up and down on the air conditioner. After a few back and forth, he fell to the ground and rolled, chasing the group of people and disappearing without a trace.

Tian Lili sat down with a lonely expression. Aunt Tian took her daughter's hand and gently patted the back of Tian Lili's hand. "Although you two didn't pierce the layer of window paper, you can still see the look in your eyes."

No problem, this Wang Han has a very good character. He will not take advantage of others. There is no need to force the relationship between men and women. It is not sweet to force things, so take your time."

"Um."

Wang Han hid in the shadows and chased after him.

The group finally broke into the nearest Zhongshan Park.

There were very few people in the park at this time.

Several people finally reached a pavilion.

Only three of Xia Xiong's more than ten people were left.

"Master! If you don't show up again! We really can't hold on any longer!"

A laugh came from the pavilion.

Wang Han looked carefully and saw a monk sitting inside.

Wearing a tattered monk's robe, he is dark and thin, and looks to be in his eighties. He is holding an alms bowl in his hand. The tattered monk's robe on his body looks like a variety of

The rags were pieced together like a piece of Baijia clothing. Wang Han immediately thought of the monk who had ordained Wu Fa as mentioned by Aunt Tian.

The lights in the park are very weak, so you can only see through the moonlight, so you can't see the other person's face clearly.

All I could see was that after the monk wearing Baijia clothes appeared, the bloodthirsty Wu Fa suddenly stopped and even took a few steps back in fear.

The skinny monk walked out of the pavilion holding the alms bowl and looked at Wu Fa calmly, "You are not calm!"

Wang Han heard these words clearly, and everyone was numb. These people seemed to be sick, they opened their mouths and shut up, and their hearts were restless.

Wu Fa clasped his hands together and said, "Disciple, I know my mistake!"

I saw the skinny monk taking out a small mallet and rubbing it around the alms bowl. A clear and sweet sound came from the alms bowl.

The skinny monk knocked on the alms bowl with a mallet.

This sound is like the sound of a chime, especially crisp and sweet.

Wu Fa knelt on the ground as if he was under a spell, motionless.

"Bring back!"

Xia Xiong breathed a sigh of relief and asked someone to pick up Wu Fa.

The skinny monk held the alms bowl in both hands, suddenly turned his head and looked towards Wang Han, ignoring the darkness, and laughed.
Chapter completed!