My wife is not a demon

The turbulent spiritual energy exploded, making a dull sound, and he also flew backwards for a distance of two feet.

"you--"

Standing firm, he was about to reprimand the girl for being immoral, but saw the girl rushing again with a big watermelon in her arms.

The power of the vast expanse is extremely turbulent, almost with the momentum of pulling up mountains, and the momentum is amazing.

boom! !

The roaring sound shook the sky, the murderous aura collapsed layer by layer, and a strong impact directly rumbled and spread in all directions, and even the ground under the feet of the Holy Son trembled for a while.

When the dust and mist cleared, the holy son's monk clothes were torn and disheveled.

Although it wasn't likely to be injured by Wucailuo, it was indeed a bit embarrassing under the opponent's continuous crit attacks.

The main reason is that he still doesn't understand, how did he provoke the other party?

People who didn't know thought the girl was being bullied by him.

"My lord, if you—"

Bang!

The fist strikes again.

Facing the furious girl, the Holy Son had no room to speak at all.

The latter's fist was like a roaring cannon ejected from the chamber, as fast as lightning, making crackling and tearing sounds out of thin air, almost distorting the air.

scoff!

There was a tingling pain in Shengzi's cheek, which was half a beat behind, but it was the cheek that was scraped by strength.

The Holy Son touched his cheek, with blood on his fingertips.

unacceptable!

The Holy Son's anger burned like a furnace.

He has already guessed that this girl is probably trying to find fault with him, and it is impossible to beat him for no reason.

It can't be that this girl mistakenly thinks that I will snatch his watermelon before making the move.

This is impossible!

Obviously, this holy son didn't understand that Chen Mu was almost beaten to death because he ate this girl's food.

The fight between the two attracted others.

Looking at the disheveled Son and the girl whose face was full of anger, everyone made up a shameless story about the Son bullying the girl in their minds.

Some people cast contemptuous glances one after another.

Unexpectedly, the seemingly decent Son turned out to be a dissolute and hypocrite, who dared to tease even the court officials.

"Son!"

King Buzang and the middle-aged monk flew over.

The situation in front of him made Dharma King Buzang very puzzled, he turned his head and asked, "Holy Son, what happened?"

Shengzi said lightly: "I don't know either. The little monk just wanted to ask something, but didn't do anything. It was she who attacked me suddenly."

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the people who eat melons became even more contemptuous.

Is it okay for someone to hit you when they are full?

You see, it makes the little girl angry.

The elders of the Yin Yang Sect were very happy to see the Esoteric School and the imperial court fighting against each other. The third elder Lan Xiaowan sneered:

"If Master Shengzi is empty, I, Yin Yang Sect, can send a few girls to relieve the boredom. This Sir is an official of the six sects of the imperial court. Even if you are molesting, you have to check his identity."

The one who was most angry was the grand elder's grandson, Zhou Wanwan.

He and Wucailuo have secretly formed an alliance, and he also regards Wucailuo as the goddess he pursues.

Now that the goddess is being bullied, she is instantly annoyed.

Zhou Wanwan said coldly: "My lord, this is the Yin-Yang sect, not your esoteric sect, let you do whatever you want. This girl is a guest of our Yin-Yang sect, if you offend her, you will hit our Yin-Yang sect in the face!"

"presumptuous!"

The middle-aged monk said coldly. "Is the Holy Son such a person? This little girl must have deliberately splashed dirty water."

"Which woman would joke about her innocence?"

Lan Xiaowan raised her eyebrows.

The middle-aged monk wanted to defend himself, but the Son raised his hand to stop him.

Glancing at the gazes of the people around him, the Holy Son realized that what he said was useless, he clasped his hands together and said calmly: "Right and wrong are innocence, and people don't need to make excuses."

After saying that, he turned and left.

The middle-aged monk clenched his fists, glared at Wucailuo resentfully, and followed along with King Buzang.

A farce ended here.

After the fight, Wucailuo looked at the crack on the watermelon distressedly, and quickly wiped it with her small hands. The expression on her pretty face was even more angry and aggrieved.

This appearance made some onlookers more certain that the Holy Son had definitely molested her just now.

"Girl, are you okay?" Zhou Wanwan stepped forward and asked with concern.

Wucailuo ignored him, and left with the watermelon in her arms, like a poor girl who has been wronged and wants to be alone.

Many men who watched felt pity.

He also despises the Son even more.

"Damn it, the stinky monk wants to die!"

A stern look flashed across Zhou Wanwan's eyes, and he waved a disciple to whisper a few words in the other's ear. The disciple looked hesitant, and seeing Zhou Wanwan staring at him, he nodded and left.

Watching his disciples leave, Zhou Wanwan said bitterly: "What holy son, dare to bully my woman, you will pay the price!"

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