At the entrance of the ruined temple, a small bald head suddenly appeared, and his eyes were gurgling at Zhao Yu.

The previous inquiry came from the mouth of a young monk.

The little monk looked not old, only about fifteen or sixteen years old, and there was still a trace of tenderness on his face.

But Zhao Yu dared not use the eyes of ordinary people to measure the little monk.

There are so many weird things in this world. In the psychology of normal people or ordinary people, such as saint warriors and sage realms, all of them are gods.

What is the most taboo thing when walking in the world? It is people of unknown origin.

This is true for both the elderly and the children, whether they are men or women.

Among these people, the most important thing to pay attention to is... children, monks or Taoists.

The little monk who appeared at this time undoubtedly occupied two points. He was both a child and a monk, and he encountered it in a dilapidated temple outside the wilderness, which made people feel even more strange.

Zhao Yu didn't speak, and the little monk did not enter the ruined temple. He just opened his eyes and looked at Zhao Yu with a smile on his face.

The reason why Zhao Yu has not responded for a long time is that... before this, he did not notice the arrival of the little monk.

With Zhao Yu's current strength, he does not need to release his spiritual consciousness at all times, but even if someone approaches him, Zhao Yu can still discover it.

Furthermore, in addition to him, Yang Xiaoke was still at the edge of the realm. Looking at Yang Xiao's appearance, it seemed that he had waited until the little monk made a sound before he discovered the little monk.

"Little monk, are you the only one?" Zhao Yu stared at the little monk. After looking at it for a long time, he finally gave up trying to find strange things in the eyes or body of the little monk. Finally, he asked curiously.

"Well, I'm the only one." The little monk nodded.

It is worth mentioning that... Zhao Yu did not let him in, and the little monk was really just staying outside the door. Even if he answered, he was standing outside the door.

"It's not just the little master's name?"

"I am a monk's Dharma name, Yichen." The young monk replied with his hands folded together.

As for the eyes of normal people, the little monk is not at all strange, but until now, Zhao Yu can't understand why neither he nor Yang Xiao noticed the little monk's approaching.

"Master Yichan, come in and roast the fire." In the end, Zhao Yu smiled and invited.

The little monk was overjoyed and jumped into the temple. He first saluted the Buddha statue, which was blown by the wind or pushed down by someone, and then he went to the fire.

"Master Yichan, it's so late, why are you alone in this wilderness?" Zhao Yu asked curiously.

He was really curious. He looked at Yichan, at most he was fifteen or sixteen years old. At this age, whether in a large sect or a small force, he should still practice within the family. How could he run out here alone?

"Come and chase two people. Master said that they are evil and should be saved." The little monk Yichan seemed a little heartless, put his hands next to the fire and rubbed them. After hearing Zhao Yu's curious question, he immediately spoke without thinking about it.

Two people are evil?

Zhao Yu and Yang Xiao looked at each other. Could it be that they were talking about themselves?

You know, at this time, there were pheasants with golden gold that had been roasted all the time.

In the eyes of those monks, roasting pheasants in the dilapidated temple seems to be a kind of evil, right?

After all, in the monk's precepts, those who clearly stipulate that killing is not allowed is not known whether there is any difference between the monks in this world and the monks they know.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yu couldn't help but ask again: "Master Yichan, where are those two?"

"Run away." The little monk grabbed his little bald head with a helpless expression: "I kept chasing them, and then... I chased them and lost them. I could only chase them in the direction they left, and then it was dark."

Speaking of this, the little monk stuck out his tongue a little embarrassedly: "I am a little afraid of the darkness. When I see the fire here again, I come over and take a look. The donor won't mind the fire of the monk, right?"

"Of course I don't mind." Zhao Yu felt relieved. As long as he didn't come to him, let alone come directly to remove the fire and get the warmth, even if he came over and said he wanted to roast chicken wings, Zhao Yu wouldn't mind at all.

However, after just a moment, Zhao Yu's eyes suddenly narrowed. At the same time, Yang Xiao had suddenly stood up, took a step forward, blocking the little monk and Zhao Yu behind him, and a giant sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

Yang Xiao stood with the sword, and Zhao Yu's expression was also a little solemn, because they suddenly felt a wave of, or two very strong murderous auras, suddenly came in from outside the door.

But it is hard to say whether the murderous aura is targeting the two of them or the little monk.

The little monk at the fire tilted his head and asked curiously: "Donor, what are you doing?"

What is this doing?

At such a tense moment, Zhao Yu almost choked to death by the little monk's problem. Fortunately, he didn't pull off the chicken legs just now, otherwise he would definitely be choked.

"Young Master Yichan, you can call me Zhao Yu." Zhao Yu said helplessly: "Someone has come over and has bad intentions."

Just as Zhao Yu's voice fell, two shadows suddenly appeared at the entrance of the ruined temple.

As soon as Pu appeared, two heavy auras like a huge mountain came to his face. Accompanied by this impulse, there were two heart-shaking murderous auras.

They came to kill people without any concealment.

But what made Zhao Yu feel strange was that these two murderous auras were not coming for him and Yang Xiao, but towards the little monk who was still rubbing his hands to keep warm.

At the ruined temple, both figures were masked by black shadows, and there was no appearance at all.

Yang Xiao, whom they directly ignored, their eyes were just staring at the little monk.

"Little bald donkey, have you finally failed? Let's see if the big bald donkey can count that we will return?" The man in black on the left spoke in a sequel. It was a sound that made people feel very uncomfortable when they smelled, like the harsh sound made by two pieces of frosted paper rubbing: "Look at the two of us being injured, you, the big and small bald donkey, dare to stare at us. Now... do you regret it?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yu felt relieved, but for some reason, Yang Xiao, who was standing in front, suddenly tense.

"Shao, if things cannot be done, escape early." Yang Xiao's voice was indifferent. If Zhao Yu hadn't happened to be standing behind him, he wouldn't have even heard Yang Xiao's words.

If you can't do anything, escape early?

These seven words are actually said from the seventh-level peak of a warrior. So how terrifying are the two black-clad masked people in front of you?
Chapter completed!