Chapter 15

"Heh! I didn't expect you to be a little monk, and you have to let my grandfather go out in person. You have enough face." The sinister man in brocade clothes stared at the little monk in front of him, his eyes fell on him. On his face, a dim light flashed across his eyes.

This little monk looks exquisite and outstanding from a distance, but if he doesn't want to see it up close, he is even more picturesque, especially those eyes, clear and pure, as if he is ignorant and simple in worldly affairs, which really makes him feel unbearable.

Tangning's eyes flickered, seeing the middle-aged man who was chasing her standing behind the brocade-clothed man. Apart from these two, there seemed to be strong people guarding the brocade-clothed man in the dark.

She ignored Chi Guoguo's undisguised arrogance and evil in the eyes of the brocade-clothed man, and showed a smile: "Is there something the donor wants to do with me?"

Looking at the pure smile on the little monk's face, the sinister man's eyes were slightly blurred. After calming down, he let out a low laugh and swept forward with a stride, reaching out to grab the little monk.

"What a baby!"

The middle-aged man was startled when he saw himself swept up to the little monk and saw the evil smile on the corner of the little monk's lips.

When Tangning grabbed the man in the brocade, the dagger slipped out of her sleeve and fell into her palm. As soon as she moved, she heard a gasp as her hand picked up the knife and dropped it. out.

"hiss!"

The man in the brocade clothes grabbed his hand and was slashed. The knife was fast and ruthless. It cut through his wrist and cut off the pulse of his hand.

The crimson blood dripped down the wrist, and the smell of blood permeated the alley...

Of course, Tangning didn't give them a chance to react. After she injured the man's wrist, she kicked the man's back knee violently. When the man thumped and knelt down on one knee, her dagger was already on his neck.

At the same time, the middle-aged man, along with the person from the dark place, also came to her, killing people and covering her whole body at this moment.

"do not move!"

She screamed, the dagger pressed against the man's neck, and a trace of blood seeped out. She narrowed her eyes and stared at the two: "Back off! Otherwise, I will kill him!"

The brocade-clothed man who was pressed down on one knee on the ground stared at his hand, which he could not forcefully hang down, with sullenness and bloodlust in his eyes.

He was careless.

He didn't expect that a little monk, a little monk with no spiritual energy, would give him such a knife, let alone a little monk who seemed to be very good at it.

Looking at the blood dripping down the ground along the palm of his hand, he knew that his hand was useless.

"Little monk, if you let him go, we will let you go." The tall and thin man who came out of the dark said.

"Back off!" Tangning stared at the two of them as they drank, the other party's cultivation pressure fell on her body, causing her whole body to churn with energy and blood, as if she was about to go straight out of her throat.

The brocade-clothed man was twisted with one hand behind his back, and the other hand was unable to hang down again, with a dagger on his neck. He didn't turn his head, but just laughed sinisterly and instructed: "You guys stand back."

Hearing this, the two looked at each other before retreating a few meters away.

Tangning stared at the two of them vigilantly, but she didn't want to. At this moment, the man who was being pressed by her suddenly struggled and slammed into her, causing the dagger in her hand to deviate slightly. When she got up, the hand she was clasping behind her suddenly broke free, condensing a breath that was visible to the naked eye and slapped at Tangning.