Chapter 13: Fate of the Emperor Star

Looking at the red palm print on the back of his hand, Mo Ye's eyes rolled like dark clouds. No one has ever dared to act on him so boldly. If it were changed to the past, the person in front of him would have fallen on his head, but at this moment, his appetite was only lifted by his mouth.
This little monk is not very old, but what he said is not bad. He really wants to know, what else can he say?
"Thousands of hammers are used to create a weapon, and you are born with a hundred refining. You are the destiny of the emperor star, the son of the heavenly curse, and naturally there is nothing. What's more, I think you are not short-lived, but you do have a death at the age of twenty-five. It's not without solution."
Hearing this, Mo Ye's eyes moved slightly, staring at the little monk in front of him, as if thinking about something.
It was the two guards not far away. After hearing Tangning's words, a touch of surprise appeared in their eyes. The two looked at each other, strode forward, and asked urgently, "Really understandable? How?"
Tang Ning glanced at the two faintly, and then moved away lightly. She has a lot of grudges, these two people just wanted to kill her!
Seeing the look of the little monk, Mo Ye couldn't help but raise his brow slightly.
This little monk, at first glance, feels as if he is innocent and does not understand world affairs. When he comes in contact with him, he finds that he is pure and superficial, but in fact he is as cunning as a fox. He will report if he has a heart and a heart. The year-old monk clearly broke his life.
It needs to be known that he is the lone star of Tiansha, the son of Tianshu, and his fate of not surviving twenty-five years old. He was personally criticized by the emperor monk of the imperial temple, and outsiders could not know it at all. It's not exactly the same, which makes him wonder how credible what he said?
"Donor, I don't know if you can take back your coercion?" Tangning smiled, looking at him and asking. At this moment, she restored the feeling she had at first glance, pure and harmless, pure and kind. .
Mo Ye grabbed the pressure and stared at the little monk. His low voice was suspicious: "Are you really a monk?"
He noticed that the words and deeds of this little monk did not resemble Buddhist disciples. The word donor came out of his mouth, as if he would only mention it when he thought of it.
Hearing that, Tangning was startled slightly, and then showed a big smile, touched her little bald head, smiled and squinted her eyes, and said, "I have a relationship with the Buddha, and I am a monk halfway through."
Hearing these words, Mo Ye didn't doubt it, after all, this little monk didn't look like an old-fashioned monk who obeyed the rules and precepts.
Maybe it was his words that made him quite satisfied. He took a deep look at him with his hands held down and called out, "Black Wind, reward!"
One of the black-clothed guards at the back stepped forward, took a look at the little monk, and took a small bag from his waist.
"Reward him with gold coins, that bowl is full." Mo Ye said lightly.
"Yes." Hei Feng only paused for a while, then took out a handful of gold coins from the small bag and put them into the bowl held by the little monk.
When the gold coins were put into the bowl, the sharp clashing sound made many people around their eyes light up. Some were envious, some were greedy, and some were calculating. A pair of eyes stared straight at the little girl. The bowl in the hands of the monk.
Tangning's gaze flickered slightly, and his gaze passed by the man in front of him with a playful look, and landed on the small bag in the hand of the guard named Heifeng.
This thing, shouldn't it be the kind of legendary bag?