Chapter 932 Mr. Wisdom

The smile on Tangning's lips deepened as she watched the knife slash at her, and when she heard the people around her gasp and exclaim, she stepped on the table with her feet and grabbed the knife in his hand and slapped him. Kicked out of the stall with one foot.

"what!"

The man was kicked out of nowhere, fell out of the stall and lay on the street. Before he could stand up, he only felt that his calf was being stepped on, and his shoulder was also being stepped on. If he weighed a thousand pounds, he was pressed on the spot and unable to move. .

"call out!"

As soon as the blade swept away, a screeching sound of air swept across his ears, and he was so shocked that cold sweat oozes out, and he was so stiff that he didn't even dare to move: "Little master, spare your life, little master... woo...my hair. …”

I saw the shadow of the knife flashing in the corner of his eyes, the top of his head was cold, and his hair was flying. He only felt that a knife was scratching on the top of his head, which made him cry and regret at the same time. Why? To provoke this little monk?

The people around were worried about seeing blood. At this time, they saw the little monk holding the knife and shaving the man's hair clean. All of a sudden, their mouths were filled with eggs.

Why is it different from what they thought?

Tangning stepped on the man's calf with one foot, and pressed the middle of her foot on his shoulder to prevent him from getting up. The knife in her hand was screeching loudly as she played with it, and she slashed the man's hair with just a few strokes. After she was shaved, she patted the top of his head with the knife in her hand, looking at this not very bright head.

"Just take it easy! Don't be too grateful to me."

While speaking, she put a knife on the man's neck, ignoring the trembling man, but looked at the people watching the excitement around her and asked, "Everyone, look at him with a bald head, is he a monk?"

Everyone's mouth twitched. How could this be a monk? This man obviously had hair, or was shaved bald in front of everyone, so he couldn't get along with the monk.

But after hearing this, some people gave the little monk a thoughtful look, and then looked at the man with a bald head, as if he understood something, and did not speak.

"The little monk is trying to tell us that it's not the bald people who are Buddhist disciples?" An elegant old man smiled and looked at Tangning, "But what does that mean?"

Tangning glanced at the old man, her eyebrows twitched, and she praised, "The old man is wise."

"Hahahahaha..."

The old man laughed loudly, his laughter was thick and full of joy: "The little monk is very unusual!"

He looked around and said with a smile: "The little monk is telling us that the monk-related things in the city may not necessarily be done by the monks, and it is very likely that someone faked the monks. "

Hearing the old man's words, the eyes of the surrounding people flickered slightly, and they looked at the little monk and the man thoughtfully, and there was a glimpse of surprise in their eyes.

Tangning glanced at the old man, then looked at the man who was kneeling, "Go away!" As soon as the voice fell, she kicked him and rolled him forward.

She didn't want to kill him, firstly because she didn't want the people in the city to think that she was a little monk who was too addicted to killing, and secondly because this person probably wouldn't live long, so she didn't need to get her hands dirty.

The man was kicked and rolled on the ground, and after a look back, he fled with a crawl. This little monk is very wicked. If he can't beat him or run away, is he still waiting to die?