Chapter 27: Can't keep a low profile

Seeing the horrified head rolling down to his feet, Tangning resisted the urge to kick away and silently took a step back.
Dead head, so ugly.
"Shut up all of you! If it is noisy, this will be the end!"
Holding a sword, the man coldly glanced at everyone in the prison, reached out his hand to grab the corner, and pushed out: "Get out! Hurry up!"
The man who stretched out his hand to push the man glanced at the little monk beside him weirdly, and wondered in his heart: Why did he get a little monk here?
Tang Ning blinked, pretending not to see the strange gaze of the person staring at her head. She stood there quietly, not noisy, not panicked, and looked extremely calm, but those clear and pure eyes gave people a feeling of ignorance and innocence.
She lowered her eyes, lowered her head and quietly followed the crowd out of the dungeon to the open space outside, but, if she wanted to be a low-key transparent, but her shiny little head, let her stay in the second place. Among the dozens of people, they looked very special, and they almost immediately asked people to focus on her at a glance.
No, it was on her bald head.
Ugh! This kind of high-profile feeling really made her miss her long silky hair!
"Why is there a little monk? Who got it?"
One of the men with the sword stared at the black monk with a small bald head, smiled inexplicably, walked forward to the little monk's side, and reached out to touch the brightly glowing monk. Head, mockingly said: "Little monk, you said you didn't chant the scriptures and worship Buddha less, why are you so unlucky enough to be taken captive? Why didn't the Buddha you believe in bless you?"
Tang Ning endured the urge to chop off the paw, stepped back slightly, and let the paw that made a mess on her head feel empty, and then said solemnly: "The Buddha said, I don't go to hell, who goes to hell?"
"Hahahahaha! What a if I don't go to hell!"
The man with the sword raised his head and laughed. The laughter narrowed, and he stared at the little monk who had no fright on his face, and said, "It's really interesting! I want to see if there is really anyone in this world." Not afraid of death!"
Seeing the man turning to leave, Tangning lowered her eyes. What she thinks now is that there are thirty or forty people with these sabers, and they seem to have good skills. How can she save herself under the hands of these people?
As she thought, the hands of more than twenty people were all tied to a thick rope, and she was no exception.
To her surprise, a girl of about twelve years old with messy hair did not know whether it was intentional or unintentional. She bowed her head as if frightened and retreated to her side and was tied in front of her.
Perhaps it was the killing intent shown by these people and the cold-blooded view of human life that made everyone fearful and did not dare to resist. They just lowered their heads uncomfortably, not knowing what was waiting for them, What is it?
Tang Ning looked around and saw that those people were standing tightly, and there was no other movement, as if they were waiting for someone to arrive.
Looking at these men with sabers standing upright and full of blood and murderous aura, she knew in her heart that these people were afraid of unusual origins. After all, even the guards of a hundred-year-old family like the Tang family were in awe None of these people are fierce.
These people are like a sword stained with blood, sharp!