Monk, let go of that little zombie

Xia Chu's heart thumped, his canine teeth itched uncontrollably, but he told him rationally that Dong Mo was injured in order to save him, and it seemed a little bad if he was still thinking about the other party's blood.

But the blood overflowed, soaked the sleeves, and condensed into a blood line dripping on the ground, which deepened the temptation. Xia Chu's throat rolled violently, and he exhausted all his strength to keep himself from losing his composure.

He moved his toes and just kicked something. He looked down and saw that it was a mineral water bottle with more than half of the water in it. Presumably someone threw it away before finishing it.

He bent down to pick it up, poured out the water in it, and put the mouth of the bottle on the place where the blood was dripping. He felt a little guilty and embarrassed when he looked down at the end of Dongdong. He scratched his head and said, "What? , don't waste it..."

Mo Dong was speechless, glanced at him, silently looked away again, and landed on the tricycle that had been controlled ahead, but did not stop his movement.

The owner of the tricycle was probably in his 40s. He was wearing an undershirt, his exposed skin was dry and dark, and his eyebrows were full of traces of labor.The forceful control of the car faucet just now caused several cuts in his palms, and blood slowly soaked out.

But compared with the taste of the blood at the end of winter, it is probably the difference between the snacks at the stall and the delicacies of mountains and seas.He got out of the car, first apologized to the people around him who were surprised but not hurt, and then walked towards the end of winter amidst the sound of a group of people cursing.

The owner of the car looked back and forth at Dong Mo's injured arm and the blood-stained iron sheet on the ground, and his face instantly turned into an upside down.He was horrified by the outstanding facial features and temperament of the person in front of him, and always felt that he had hurt some noble person, so he was so nervous that he couldn't speak.

At the beginning of Xia, he was angry when he saw his cautious appearance. You hurt someone and put on a weak posture of a victim. Don't think that a sad face can make people feel sympathetic. He snorted heavily and said nothing He said bluntly: "The injury is so serious, what do you say!"

The owner of the car was already uneasy, and he was even more afraid of being yelled at by Xia Chu.He took a careful look at Dongmo's injured hand. With so much blood flow, the injury must be serious, and I'm afraid it will cost a lot of money.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, I'm sorry, now, now go to the hospital to see..."

Xia Chu resisted not rolling his eyes: "If you don't go to the hospital, it's hard to stay here, your car can still..."

"Nothing." Dong Mo interrupted him, put his palms together and performed a Buddhist salute to the owner of the car, and said indifferently, "Amitabha, the poor monk is fine, go yourself, there is no need to bear it."

At this time, the blood overflowing from the wound at the end of Dongdong had already congealed, and Chu Xia wanted to tighten the cap of the bottle, but when he heard this, he immediately became upset.Cooperating with him here to worry about his injury, he was going to let the instigator send him to the hospital for treatment, but he was fine, with a look of indifference.

I am so mad.

"and……"

Unexpectedly, he had just opened his mouth, Dong Mo knew what he was going to say, and glanced at him lightly from the side.

That gaze was like the misty pines on the snow mountain, calm and peaceful, just this simple gaze made Xia Chu's anger suddenly disappear completely.

MMP, the monk's eyes are poisonous, he can only complain in his heart.

A smile flashed across Dong Mo's eyes, he turned his head, and the car owner, who was in disbelief, nodded again. The car owner was dizzy, and felt that he had met a good person.

"Many, thank you, master." Because Dongmo claimed to be a poor monk and said the Buddha's name, the owner of the car was not a fool, so he immediately guessed his identity as a monk, quickly changed his name, and finally asked as if to confirm, "Master really doesn't need me. take you to the hospital?"

"The poor monk will handle it himself." Dongmo said.

Only then did the car owner feel relieved, he apologized and thanked in a hurry, and then returned to the tricycle, took out tools for repairs, and looked up at the end of Dong from time to time.When he finished tightening a screw, he looked up again and found that the master and the boy in black beside him were gone.

At the beginning of summer and at the end of winter, I went out of the market. At the end of winter, I had to go to the hospital for treatment of the injury on my hand. Just now at the beginning of Xia, I lifted up my sleeve and looked at it. The cut in the iron sheet was quite deep, and the muscles inside were turned out. It hurts to look at it. However, at the end of winter, his complexion hasn't changed a bit.

This injury was going to fall on Xia Chu's body, and he was already screaming in pain.

In order to prevent the wound from being infected in a crowded place, Xia Chu decided to take a taxi. As a result, he took several taxis in succession. When the driver saw the blood-red sleeves at the end of Dongdong, they all drove away, leaving a tube of black exhaust swirling. laughed at him.

Xia Chu: "...fuck!"

"Don't swear." This is the number of times Dong Mo warned, he sighed in his heart, and just about to continue, a private car backed up from the front, and the driver slid down the window with an impatient look on his face Said, "Hurry up, this place really stinks."

Dong Mo immediately raised his head to look over Xia Chu's head, and sure enough, the thing floating above had disappeared.

Xia Chu hurriedly pushed him into the car.

After galloping all the way, they arrived at the nearest hospital after more than ten minutes. The two got out of the car amidst the driver's non-stop complaints, and the troublemaker obediently floated out of the driver.

The driver looked at the two people who got out of the car, and he was full of doubts in his heart. Is there something wrong with him, otherwise why would he learn from Lei Feng and send him to the hospital.

Condensed words in front of the two of them as if asking for credit: master, master, did I do well just now?

——It was the driver who messed with it just now.

"Not bad, not bad." Xia Chu smiled, it's different having an extra younger brother! !