Chuye Temple, in the guest room where Yan Feng was located, there was a burst of snatching sound.W     wW.

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"Fatty, can't you leave some for us!"

The fat monk was carrying the plate and pouring the dishes into his mouth. This guy was not eating the dishes at all, but filling them!

Chew, chew, and took out the Yebai pot from your arms and took a bite.

"Cool!"

Yan Feng looked at this guy and his face turned dark. Damn, there were only five dishes in total. The fat man had four dishes alone, and he had not finished half of the rice he and Xiaobao had in his hands.

"stop!"

Yan Feng directly covered the fat monk's mouth with one hand!

This fat man was staring at the last plate of dishes. Damn, if he was eaten by him again, he and Xiaobao would have to eat nothing.

"Xiaobao!" Yan Feng covered the fat monk's mouth with one hand, stood up and turned behind the fat monk, and grabbed the fat monk's hands with the other hand. The fat monk was struggling desperately, and Yan Feng winked at Qin Xiaobao.

"Okay!"

Qin Xiaobao smiled and found a bundle of hemp rope from somewhere. It was probably what kind of spare room to use for.

"Mmmmm!" The fat monk's mouth was covered by Yan Feng, and he could only whimper, especially when he saw the hemp rope in Qin Xiaobao's hand, he immediately started to yell.

"Fatty, you asked for it!"

Qin Xiaobao laughed and suddenly rushed towards the fat monk. Yan Feng pressed the fat monk to the ground, while Qin Xiaobao picked up the hemp rope and started tying it.

Three minutes later, Yan Feng and Qin Xiaobao sat next to the table and were having a leisurely meal. The fat monk was huddled on the ground and tied up by Qin Xiaobao. He had a ball of waste paper stuffed in his mouth. He was squirming and screaming.

"Xiaobao, your binding method looks familiar."

Yan Feng glanced at the fat monk on the ground and looked at him with his eyes wide open.

"This..." Qin Xiaobao scratched his head embarrassedly.

"It seems like that..." Yan Feng remembered that when he and Monkey were hanging in the dormitory to watch movies from the island primary school, wasn't the girls inside tied up like this?

"Xiaobao...can't tell."

Yan Feng looked at Qin Xiaobao in a blink of an eye, you understand the look.

"Hehe, Brother Feng, this is what the boss taught me!" Qin Xiaobao was embarrassed.

Damn... Si Nanlie, that guy, is teaching the flowers of the motherland and harming minors!

Qin Xiaobao is still young after all, and he is only sixteen years old this year. He actually takes him to watch movies from the island primary school. No, no, Yan Feng thought, he must scold him next time he sees Si Nanlie.

Damn it, I have to see, take me with me!

"Mmmmm!"

The fat monk next to him moved his body to Yan Feng's chair and was arching Yan Feng's chair with his butt, shaking the chopsticks in Yan Feng's hand.

"Fatty, you can't blame me for this. Who makes you so edible? Don't worry, I'll give you a tie when Xiaobao and I finish eating."

Yan Feng glanced at the fat monk and said, "It's reasonable for me to tie you up if you eat less."

"Mmmmm" The fat monk wanted to continue saying something, but he couldn't say a word.

At this moment, a scream suddenly came from outside.

"Brother Feng!" Qin Xiaobao's face was shocked.

Yan Feng put down the bowls and chopsticks and frowned: "Go out and have a look."

"Mmmmm!" The fat monk on the ground began to move again.

Qin Xiaobao fucked the ghost-killing sword beside him and slashed it at the fat monk with one knife.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" The fat monk stared at Qin Xiaobao's sword and was so scared that he almost lost his soul.

"Don't worry, if you can't kill you, you will be able to break a little skin at most." Qin Xiaobao touched the blade.

"Mmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmm!" The fat monk squirmed backwards.

Qin Xiaobao waved his sword down, his sword skills were so skillful that he cut off the ghost knife, but he just cut off the hemp rope.

The fat monk opened his closed eyes, and the rope on his body broke. He stood up from the ground and took off the ball of paper stuffed in his mouth.

"You two killers, just treat the Buddha like this. You are abused. Do you still have some compassion? No, you can't do this. I want to save you! Save you!"

Yan Feng glanced at the fat monk: "Are you finished speaking?"

The fat monk has always been afraid of Yan Feng, especially when Yan Feng is serious.

"Uh...it seems like I've finished speaking."

"I'll finish speaking and go out with me."

Yan Feng opened the door, and the little white wolf was still lying under the sycamore tree, without any movement.

"Xiaobai, what's going on?"

"Nothing, just a bunch of zombies."

The little white wolf stood up and shook the hair on his body.

"Zombies?"

Yan Feng looked at the front yard, and screams kept coming from the other side.

"Walk."

As soon as I walked to the entrance of the side yard, two zombies with rotten faces and slow movements suddenly appeared. These are the lowest-level ones.

When these two zombies saw the living person, they rushed over with their mouths open.

Qin Xiaobao held his hand and the ghost-slaying blade in his hand became wider in an instant. He stepped forward and slashed it down. The zombie in the front was directly chopped in half from head to toe. Then the blade changed and directly slashed the zombie next to him, breaking it with a slack waist.

Where did these zombies come from?

“Go to the front yard!”

Yan Feng and others went to the front yard. The entire front yard was now in chaos. The monks in the temple were chased by zombies and ran around. There were corpses everywhere on the ground, and zombies were lying on the corpses.

"That's not..."

The fat monk saw a corpse under the stairs, a zombie lying on the corpse and biting it. The corpse had a round eyes and a white and tender face. A small bald head shone in the moonlight, which was the slightly cute little monk!

Not only did he see it, but Yan Feng also saw it.

The young monks who had served vegetarian food to him before turned into a cold body.

"Brother Feng."

This little monk is about the same age as Qin Xiaobao. In the past three days, he gave Yan Feng food every meal. When he woke up in this temple, he saw this little monk for the first time.

Who is ruthless? Three days are enough to build feelings.

"Give me the knife."

Yan Feng took the ghost-killing sword from Qin Xiaobao's hand and walked towards the little monk's body.

The hundreds of zombies discovered new targets in an instant and rushed towards Yan Feng and the others.

Yan Feng's eyes were cold, he held the knife in one hand and suddenly slashed towards him with a zombie sword. The rotten blood splashed. The zombie's head in front of him was directly cut off, and he fell to the ground and rolled a few times before stopping.

With a big step, Yan Feng came to the little monk's corpse, held the ghost-killing sword in both hands, and slashed the zombie who had just reacted that he was gnawing at the little monk's corpse.

The sharp blade cut the zombie in half from head to toe.

Blood splattered on his face. Yan Feng threw the knife back. Qin Xiaobao moved and caught it. He held the ghost-killing sword and stood beside Yan Feng, cutting the zombies rushing over one by one.

"Little monk, go all the way."

Yan Feng squatted down and gently covered the little monk's round eyes, then a cold murderous intent appeared in his eyes.
Chapter completed!