Chapter 135: Masters Good Friday

"You wait for me," Yu Xiaoxiao said to Xiaozhuang and Xiaowei.
When Xiaozhuang was honestly staying at the wall, Xiaowei followed Yu Xiaoxiao from the wall and whispered with the small novel: "Princess, do we really have to do it?"
Yu Xiaoxiao: "I don't beat him."
Xiaowei sighed with relief, and Fenglin’s lesser was still lying there. They then stumbled on a monk in the Yongsheng Temple. The deeper the hatred, the better it is for them.
Yu Xiaoxiao did not Xiaowei, the heart of worrying about the country and the people, and his body swayed to the corner of the hiding place in Beiyuan.
Beiyuan was discovered by Yu Xiaoxiao. He did not panic at all, nor did he give a gift to Yu Xiaoxiao. Instead, he asked Qi Xiaoxiao in a sarcasm: "Have you ever eaten medicine?"
"Let's relax!" Xiaowei screamed at the North.
Beiyuan disdain: "This is what the princess himself said, princess, is it right to be poor?"
Yu Xiao's novel: "Yes, I want to take medicine, that is, I found that I forgot to take medicine today." After finishing this, the Royal Highness Princess is very satisfied. It seems that this skill is completely talked about. It’s too simple.
Xiaowei did not dare to laugh. At this time, he could not destroy the gas field of his princess.
Like the Shaolin Master, Beiyuan Monk has never seen such a completely shameless product like Yu Xiaoxiao before coming to Fengtian. Of course, the two goods in the bedroom of his family are also the same! "Can the Princess of the Princess go back to the poor with the poor?" Bei Yuanqiang asked with anger.
Yu Xiaoxiao stretched the collar of the 僧北远僧衣.
On the side of Beiyuan, he escaped the small hand of Yu, and said: "I want to hurt the man again?"
Beiyuan can escape his own blow, which makes Yu Xiaoxiao a little accident.
Xiao Wei looked at the North Yuan hand and put it on his waist. When he was busy, he took the knife from his waist and took it out. He said, "What do you want?!"
This time, Xiaozhuang also slashed his sword and jumped from the wall.
Beiyuan sneered, he knows that Yuling is a martial artist. He wants to see this princess of Fengtian. After Yinzong has already sinned, this dare not dare to follow him. (In other words, Master Beiyuan, which of your eyes saw Emperor Xianzong is to plead guilty? Mo!)
Yu Xiaoxiao misunderstood the meaning of Beixiao’s sneer at the moment. In the eyes of the Princess, this monk is going to have a three-dollar rack with her and Xiaozhuang Xiaowei. "I won't beat you," said Yu Xiaoxiao and Bei Yuan. "I will send you to your hometown."
"What do you say?" North Yuan hand was placed at the waist, where his soft whip was wrapped around him.
Yu Xiaoxiao looked to the side and said: "Why is there a woman?"
Today, the temple gate of Huguo Temple did not open. How could there be a woman? Beiyuan subconsciously looked at the past with a small gaze.
"Small sample!" Jade Xiaoxiao sneered, this time the speed of the Princess's Highness shot is exactly the speed at which she cut the zombies.
Beiyuan was split in the heart, and even the action of avoiding the scatter did not make it. He was caught by the jade Xiaoxiao, "You!" North Yuan angered the jade small path.
Yu Xiaoxiao picked up Beiyuan and threw it at the bedroom of Shaolin Shaoshi. He said, "Go away."
Xiaozhuang and Xiaowei looked up and watched the Beiyuan Meteor fly away.
Xiaozhuang said: "Princess, this monk will not die?"
Yu Xiaoxiao: "He loves to die, let's find the kitchen."
The monks were thrown away by their princesses, and Xiaozhuang and Xiaowei had nothing to worry about, followed by Yu Xiaoxiao to the northwest of Huguo Temple.
In the dormitory of Master Shaolin, the "negotiations" have given up the language communication. Chengguan Guoshi knows that Gu Xinglang has a serious foot injury and is guarded by Gu Xinglang. Yin Zong sees the national teacher choose to protect Gu Xinglang, can only be closed eyes, while sighing that this emperor is really meaningless, while waiting for the big ears of the monks under the violent anger.
"St. Up!"
"stop!"
Gu Xinglang and Master Feng Lin shouted at the same time.
Yinzong felt that there was a palm of the hand rushing to face it, and the emperor’s kneeling stood very strong and did not move. For his niece, this slap him!
At this time, the sound of heavy objects falling from the roof of the bedroom, "嘭咚".
The big guys smashed together and looked up at the roof.
When Xianzong looked up, he said to himself: "Is it necessary to demolish the house?"
Beiyuan’s body smashed a hole in the roof and fell on the floor of the bedroom.
Yin Zong looked up at Beiyuan and took a picture of his chest. Fortunately, the monk was still breathing.

Beiyuan?
After a few moments of Fenglin’s lesson, he asked Wuyuan Road with anger:
What happened to you?
I also know that this must be the handwriting of Yu Lingling!
Beiyuan was so pale that he struggled to move his body on the rubble-filled ground, and his mouth did not make a sound.
Everyone took a closer look, a thin iron bar pierced the throat of the Beiyuan monk, and it looked terrifying.
Yin Zong took a look at his eyes and said, "Isn’t Beiyuan Master not going to look after Linglong? How can I go to the roof? Oh, it seems that the master is not childlike."
"Shut up!" Fenglin Shaoshi collapsed at this moment, and Chongxianzong snorted.
"Less teacher!" When Xianzong did not respond, several monks exclaimed after the sage of the Shaolin Master.
Master Feng Lin spit on the bed.
Gu Xinglang looked at Shaolin Shaoshi coldly and said: "There is no shortage of masters, and the masters of Beiyuan are still not angry. It seems that this fine iron did not hurt his trachea, and the master is very blessed."
Xianzong said: "Blessed by the Buddhas of the Yongsheng Temple, Master Beiyuan, you can't be so naughty in the future. It is too dangerous to go to the roof."
"Who is hurting you?" Feng Lin Shao Shi asked the north of the mouth with blood.
Some people took a pen and paper and walked to the front of Beiyuan. They couldn’t talk. North Yuan could write.
Yin Zong, Gu Xinglang and Cheng Guan Guo Shi, three people stare at the North. Xianzong has even made a good idea. Beiyuan wrote the name of his niece. As long as there is no evidence, they will not recognize it!
Beiyuan just looked at the Shaolin Shaoshi, a few voices in his throat.
The monks who took the paper pens were busy watching the hands of Beiyuan, and they looked anxiously with the Shaolin Shaoshi: "The Shaoshi, Beiyuan's hands are broken."
At this moment, Beiyuan was in a coma. The thin iron strip passed through his throat and blocked the blood of the wound. So everyone saw the wound but could not see a trace of blood.
Oh, my mother, the ancestors of the ancestors are blessed, and the sages are relieved. This mouth can’t be said, the hand can’t move, then you will feel bad luck,
Come on!
Yin Zong rushed to the outside and shouted:
Taiwan comes in! "He has to let this master, he will not be able to provide his niece in this life."

Where is Yu Ling?
Feng Lin’s teacher sneaked a few mouthfuls of blood and glared at the sage.
Emperor Xianzong looked at the Shaolin Master at this moment, and he sighed in his heart, what does not eat the world's fireworks, and the fairy characters, it is really time for the little girls who are fascinated by this younger teacher, the little ladies to see, this At the end of the eternal life of the eternal temple, the eyes are red, the mouth is bloody, and the face is angry. Is this still a fairy figure? It’s just a little girl’s face!
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