My wife is not a demon

In the face of Chen Mu's persuasion, Shao Si Ming seemed not to hear, and stood quietly at the same spot, staring at the old monk with almond eyes without blinking.

"Amitabha……"

The floor-sweeping monk performed the Buddhist salute with one hand, and said with a smile, "Female benefactor, take a step back."

This is already a warning!

Chen Mu's heartbeat quickened, and he gently tugged on the girl's sleeve.

This girl's head is really iron, of course it is also due to lack of experience, so I can't blame her.

"Female benefactor, retreat—"

Before the sweeping monk could say anything, Shao Siming suddenly threw a punch.

The delicate Fenquan is very petite, and the fist is flowing, but it is packed with majestic energy.

Chen Mu's complexion changed drastically. He didn't expect this girl to attack directly. Just as he was about to help resist the monk's counterattack, he saw the old monk in front of him spurting blood and flying upside down, hitting the wall heavily.

The air instantly became dead silent.

Chen Mu opened his mouth, looking at the sweeping monk who kept coughing, and was in a state of absolute bewilderment for a while.

What happened?

Why was this sweeping monk sent flying with one punch?Is the script wrong?

On the other hand, Shao Si Ming looked calm.

She was about to step forward with lotus steps, but Chen Mu grabbed her shoulders and sneered with disdain: "I've already seen that he is a paper tiger, let me do it!"

After speaking, the man rushed over.

Then he punched and kicked the sweeping monk.

"Pretentious, right?"

"The sweeping monk is invincible, right?"

"Scare me, right?"

"You have a leg! You're still pretending to look good! It's clearly a pirated copy!"

"..."

The more Chen Mu thought about it, the more angry he became, and the more angry he became, the more angry he was, he tore off his monk's hat and slapped the bald head a dozen times, his head was red all over.

The majestic catcher fell into the hands of a monk with a magic stick.

Shame!

If it weren't for Shao Shiming today, it would be a shame!

"stop fighting!"

"If you fight again, you will die! Hero, spare your life! Don't fight!"

"Help!"

"..."

The floor-sweeping monk hugged his head and howled, begging for mercy. He didn't have the spirit that was floating like a fairy just now.

It took a long time for Chen Mu to stop his fists and kicks out of breath.

He leaned against the wall to slow down, grabbed the hem of Shao Siming's skirt and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said to the girl, "From the first moment I saw this guy, I knew he was Liar, as expected!"

The proud man completely forgot how he was bluffed by the other party just now.

Shao Siming looked down at the stained skirt, frowned, but he was not angry, and looked at the beaten old monk with a bruised nose and a swollen face, his beautiful eyes were full of questions.

At this time, the old monk beat him badly.

My eyes were so swollen that I couldn't open them.

Chen Mu picked up the broom and slapped his butt twice, cursing, "Tell me, where did you come from? Are you a thief?"

"Stop hitting, I said... I said..."

Seeing Chen Mu rolling up his sleeves, the old monk's face turned pale, and he hurriedly said. "I'm not a thief. My name is Dugu Shenyou. I was captured by Tianjun ten years ago. I've always been in the Yinyang sect."

Dugu fugue?

Why does this name sound like a middle school two?

He looked at Shao Si Ming, who also shook his head, expressing that he hadn't heard of it.

"But why hasn't my wife seen you?"

Chen Mu kicked.

Of course, whether the wife here refers to 'Shao Si Ming' or 'Yun Zhiyue', only the man himself knows.

The old monk took a breath and said with a wry smile: "I have been imprisoned in the dark heaven prison, and I didn't come out until a month ago. In order to find a way to remove the poison from my body, I sneaked into the Book Pavilion."

Dark hell?

Chen Mu frowned, turned his head and asked Shao Siming curiously, "What is this place?"

A flash of surprise flashed across Shao Si Ming's apricot eyes.

She pondered for a moment, stared at the old monk and shook her head slightly.

Chen Mudao: "My wife...'s junior sister said that this is impossible. Except for Tianjun who can open the dark hell, it is impossible for others to escape."

The old monk rubbed his blue thigh and said, "The Dark Hell opened itself a month ago, so I was able to come out. As for why it suddenly opened, I don't know."

Shao Siming blinked his eyelashes like small fans, thought for a while, then shook his head slightly at the old monk.

Chen Mu kicked at the old monk: "My wife said that you old bastard is lying. If you came out a month ago and sneaked into the Book Pavilion, why didn't Tianjun find you? What's more, with your cultivation Why, is it possible that the guardian elders guarding the Book Pavilion are just for nothing?"

"Although my cultivation is not good enough as an old monk, my latent ability is still very strong. Otherwise, I wouldn't be called a thief in the sky."

The old monk said triumphantly. "Didn't you not notice me just now?"

Thinking about it this way, Chen Mu had nothing to say.

But Shao Si Ming's beautiful eyes showed doubts.