C43 Mountain bandit

The two of them talked a lot along the way, but most of them were legends about the Huanglin Temple. Even the golden lotus talked about it. However, this atmosphere only lasted until they walked out of here.

Huanglin Temple, who was supposed to be peaceful and lively, was now stained with a lot of blood, and some buildings had even shattered. The crying continued. This caused the faces of the two of them to darken. Before they could step forward, they heard the people who were committing murder shout, "Boss, there are still people here! It seems to be those rich scum! "

As soon as he finished his words, he saw a group of people surrounding him. They were all holding long blades in their hands and all of them had fiendish expressions on their faces. Some of them even had frightening scars on their bodies. It was obvious that they often fought viciously.

Subconsciously, due to the habit of protecting his employers in his previous life, Murong Yue took Feng Qing behind him at the first possible moment, alertly looking at these people as he asked, "Who are you people? The peaceful land of the buddhist faith, is it meant to kill? "

When these people heard this, they were all amused. The brawny guy who was called Big Boss laughed and broke out in a spittle, "Heh! You little girl, you sure have a lot of guts. So what if the Buddhist Sangha is peaceful? I can do whatever I want! You two, arrest these two fat sheep for me! When he got back to the mountain, he would interrogate which family he belonged to and ask for a ransom! Otherwise, if the man were to tear the vote, then the woman ? Just be my wife. "

As soon as he finished, the people holding the long sabers all began to cheer. Murong Yue sized up the surrounding area. There were at least three hundred people. However, with just these three hundred people, they had actually dealt with so many pilgrims?

Murong Yue was a little speechless, with so many people, each of them stepping on one foot, at the very least, he could stop them. But then she thought, most of the pilgrims that came to the Huanglin Temple were women, and they were rich girls. How could they not be afraid when they suddenly saw the Chinese bandit?

Thinking about it this way, Murong Yue also felt relieved.

The current Murong Yue was still on guard, but the Feng Qing she was protecting had a strange mood. A dark glint flashed across his usually indifferent eyes. She had only met him by chance, yet she took the initiative to protect him in this kind of situation?

Did it mean that she also liked him a little?

If Murong Yue knew what he was thinking, without hesitation, Murong Yue would smash his head. You want to court the future?

But unfortunately, Murong Yue did not know. These people rushed forward, wanting to tie up Murong Yue and Feng Qing. Feng Qing frowned, and was about to attack, but he was stopped by Murong Yue: "We're outnumbered, and ? It is unknown where those people are being held. "

Murong Yue's words made Feng Qing's movements pause for a moment, and then, he closed his eyes, as if he resigned himself to his fate.

The two of them were completely thrown aside by the Chinese bandit s. Feng Qing lowered his eyes, watching the Chinese bandit search the body of those who did not have the time to escape for their money. His heart was terrifyingly calm.

Ever since he was young, he had been instilled with so much information that, as the crown prince, his life came first. If Murong Yue did not stop him just now, he would have made his move, and if he did, the dark guard beside him would have too.

As for those people taken away by the Chinese bandit? What did it have to do with him? What he needed to do was to minimize the damage so that those people would not capture him and make the royal father worry. That was it.

Feng Qing closed his eyes as the patience in his heart increased by a lot. If she liked it, it would be fine to wait. She would only make a move when she was in danger.

Murong Yue obviously did not know about Feng Qing's dangerous thoughts. Right now, she was frowning as she watched the Chinese bandit wreak havoc. At the same time, she couldn't help but lament in her heart. It was really an unlucky year for her! Otherwise, how could someone like Buddha meet a Chinese bandit cultivator and rob a temple?

How preposterous! The temple was quiet, how could they do anything?