Medicinal Immortal

"Open the door to do business, are you still picking guests?" Tangning said while sitting in a chair, looking at the man.

"Hey! The monks nowadays don't have a good thing." A man at the next table sneered, staring at the little monk, and said: "You don't know if monks are not welcome in this city? Would you dare to come to the city? Get out!"

Tang Ning looked at the man with a serious voice in her immature voice, and said, "The Buddhist disciples have always had a beer in their behavior. They claim to be outsiders. Naturally, they are not comparable to yours."

Her voice was not hurried or slow, but what she said made the man's face flushed with anger. She followed his way, raised her chin and looked at him, saying: "The road is up to the sky, this is not your home, you have What's the qualification to drive people? Let's talk about it, how did you get out? Why don't you get out and see me first?"

"Little bald donkey! You are looking for death!"

The man slapped the table, and his angry and stern appearance made the couple in the stall squeeze a sweat, worrying that the man would be angry and inadvertently beat the little monk to death. The woman hurriedly signaled to her side. The man stepped forward to persuade.

"Hakka, hakka, don't be familiar with children, he doesn't seem to be four or five years old, and he doesn't understand anything." The man stepped forward and said to the little monk: "Little monk, you go quickly!" Staying any longer, I'm really afraid that he will be killed here.

Tangning was sitting at the table, playing with chopsticks in both hands, and said disapprovingly: "I didn't cause trouble or bully, why should I leave? I sat down and haven't eaten! He also left if I left."

"Little bald donkey!"

The man shouted angrily, stepped forward, reached out his hand and grabbed Tangning's shirt, ready to throw the person out directly. Unexpectedly, his outstretched hand was caught by the chubby little hand before it touched his collar.

"Crack!"

The little hand squeezed his wrist, seemingly fluttering with no strength, but it made him unable to lift the strength of his entire arm. Because the clasped hand was turned outwards, his body could only be turned outwards and twisted. Attempt to relieve the pain from the wrist.

However, the sound of the cracking bones and the severe pain from the wrist still made him scream.

"Ah! My hands... hands!"

"This is not a hand, this is a claw."

The immature voice came out softly. She clasped the man’s hand with one hand and was playing with chopsticks in the other. Suddenly, the chopsticks were inserted into the table by her, and directly penetrated and stood on the table, seeing the name The screaming man's forehead oozes cold sweat, repeatedly responding.

"Yes, it's not a hand, it's a claw, it's a claw, little master, please let go of my paw, I dare not, I dare not."

"Did you call me a bald donkey just now?" asked in a naive voice, and flicked the chopsticks on the table with one hand, and asked: "I shaved my head and hindered you? How about I help Do you also shave?"

She looked away from the chopsticks and fell on the man's thick hair, as if she was thinking about whether to shave his head?

When the man heard this, his face turned pale: "No, no, I know it was wrong, I shouldn't have slurred my tongue, I shouldn't curse people, I change, I must change!"

"Really?" Tangning looked at him suspiciously.

"Really!" The man nodded quickly.

"Okay! You have to change your mind, I must give you a chance." She seemed to believe his words, smiled, let go of his hand, but saw him cruel, pulled out the knife on her waist and slashed at her. Come.

"Little bald donkey! Go to hell!"