Chapter 11: Man of God

Tangning, who had left the Baicao Tower, faintly noticed that a snake-like gaze was staring at her.
She glanced at her surroundings calmly and stepped away, heading to a densely crowded place. The middle-aged man in the dark saw that the little monk wanted to slip away, but even after catching up, he stretched out his hand to catch the little monk. But because of being squeezed by the crowd, the little monk avoided him.
In order to avoid the hand grabbed behind him, Tangning leaned forward slightly, but was hit by a child running on the street. He lost his balance and threw forward, heading forward in the person's arms. Planted.
Of course, before she fell into that person's arms, she felt that the body that had lost her balance and threw forward was stabilized, and it was a big hand pressing her bare head that held her steady.
Looking at the small body planted into his arms, and the small bald head that he was pressing under his eyes, Mo Ye frowned slightly, glanced at the crowd with cold eyes, and fell on that person Dodging the middle-aged man who backed away.
Seeing that the middle-aged man slipped into the crowd and disappeared, he also retracted his gaze, and at the same time stepped back the little bald head in his palm: "Let go."
A deep voice, with a trace of coercion and indifference that turned away thousands of miles into Tangning's ears, she felt her head being pushed by someone, and she even took a step back with her whole person.
After steadying her body, she let go of the hand holding the other party's robe, touched her little bald head, and glanced behind her. Seeing that the person chasing her had disappeared, she looked at the person in front of her.
The man in front of him has almost perfect facial features as if he was carved from the sky, with a firm face profile, deep and mysterious black pupils, tightly pressed thin lips, and a suit that seemed to be born with him. The noble and domineering coming, really made her amazed, and for a while, she couldn't help but look at it...
Seeing a young monk showing a stunning expression to himself, Mo Ye's face turned dark, and his cold eyes swept across the little monk's picturesque face. When he was about to leave, he saw the little monk smiled like a sly fox. eye.
"Amitabha Buddha, the benefactor, meeting is fate, you are the one of the gods, please open the door of convenience and become attached to the Buddha!" ​​While speaking, she took out the bowl in her arms and smiled and squinted her eyes. At the man in front of him.
This is a superb man who exudes arrogance and has a face of god, but it is rare.
"A man of heaven?"
Mo Ye's face became colder, and the cold aura in his body was even worse than before, and even faintly contained a bit of killing intent, as if the little monk in front of him had touched some of his taboos, and even his eyes became cold. ruthless.
Perceiving the change in the opponent's breath, Tangning's eyes flickered slightly, and she was slightly surprised. She said all good things, how could it be like stepping on his tail? The look of wanting to kill?
Mo Ye, who was about to leave, stepped forward instead, approaching the little monk in front of him step by step. The powerful pressure on his body radiated away, making the people on the surrounding streets aware of discomfort, and they evaded.
If the big street suddenly vacated a large area, there was only the man with a strong black robe and two black guards standing one meter away behind the man.
At this time, the two guards also had a cold face, looking at the little monk as if they were looking at a dead person.