After Becoming a Little |

She was not tall in stature, and with her long hair falling down, she looked like an unreal doll.

But these are not important, little nun Liguang just casually pulled the long hair at the back of her head in her hand, twisted it into a bunch and bit it in her mouth, and said vaguely: "People from Dongguan, thieves!"

"What?"

"Look at the thorn—"

Little nun Liguang let out a low growl, and charged forward again.

This speed-

Dong Guanzhu raised his eyebrows in surprise. You must know that she is a player who is good at this kind of acceleration style of play—the momentum of her running and the heavy weapon she smashed down, she is like a cavalry in ancient times. Strength, last night's mechanical warrior couldn't even draw a knife in front of her.

It's just that she didn't expect this little Taoist nun to have such a skill. Although she is small and has average basic strength, this child's flexibility is too strong.

Just as he was thinking, that small body was already pressing down in front of his eyes again, Dong Guanzhu could only helplessly throw the half of his hairpin to the sky, and clasped his hands together to clamp the Emei thorn.

Empty-handed into the blade!

Little Taoist nun Liguang had a ferocious look like a young tiger rising between her eyebrows, she twitched the Emei thorn with her hand back but failed to twitch, and directly threw the Emei thorn with the other hand towards her face.

Not far away, Aliya's ears trembled slightly, and her toes moved, but she immediately pressed against the crushed stone and stopped her movement again.

The hairpin that Dong Guanzhu threw into the sky before fell melodiously in the air. At this moment, Dong Guanzhu raised her head and grabbed it in her mouth. When her cheeks twisted, she used this half of the hairpin to spit it out again abruptly. It hit the Emei thorn thrown by the little Taoist nun Liguang, accompanied by a sound of "Ding--", the latter was knocked at an angle, and was thrown far away among the flowers.

"Don't hit, don't hit, you'd be stupid if you hit someone again!" Dong Guanzhu kept begging for mercy, but he didn't dare to let go of the pinched Emei thorn in his hand.

Little Taoist nun Liguang snorted coldly and didn't answer, she shook her sleeves and slipped another slightly smaller whisk from inside her wide sleeves.

The dust whisk was as small as a children's toy, and it was neatly bundled up as if it was being sold at a stall. After she held it in her hand, it just flicked, and it bloomed like a silver chrysanthemum, whistling and carried away. The sound of the wind swept towards Dong Guanzhu's wrist.

"and also?!"

Master Dong Guan twisted his hands, and forcibly snatched the Emei thorn from the hand of little Taoist Liguang, even though the result of passing this force was that little Taoist Liguang couldn't get rid of it in time, and was twisted on the spot so that he had to come sideways Somersault unloading force.

Even though the little guy did this subconsciously, he still didn't react for half a minute after landing, and at first glance, the little guy still had a bit of confusion on his face.

It's just that her sweeping away with the whisk just now was fruitful. Dong Guanzhu looked at the red marks on her wrists that looked like cats scratching, and frowned slightly: "Silver silk whisk...you are a Taoist kung fu, Zixiao Palace What? Tell me, what kind of enmity do you have with me!"

It's no wonder that she didn't know the identity of the little nun Liguang. The Huanxi Temple has been silent for many years, and she has no intention of promoting the current third generation.

Anyway, Dongguan has Dongguanye who works as a field worker in the Ninth Bureau, and there are many younger generations in Zixiao Palace Tianshi Mansion as consultants, and the serious second generation of Mount Emei like Baili is already in an important position— —Compared to Huanxiguan itself, there are two or three big cats and kittens, and little Taoist nun Liguang is the smallest of the kittens. I am afraid that only the general manager knows about her special talent.

But that is also limited to fields such as drones and aircraft flight control, and has nothing to do with her own combat effectiveness.

With a body like a cat, how could he have any fighting power?

Little Aunt Li Guang let go of the hair in her mouth, and said coldly, "Return the Tao Te Ching and Quick Snow and Sunshine Posts!"

"Ah?" Dong Guanzhu was stunned for a moment: "I know the Tao Te Ching—what post? Kuai Xue? Who is the truth? The beautiful girl Tie Tie?"

Before she could finish her sentence, the little Taoist nun Liguang got angry again after being teased by her, and raised the silver whisk in her hand to attack her.

The two figures kept colliding with each other among the flowers. The little Taoist nun Liguang often jumped up on the ground, and then was knocked and flew away, but she was not discouraged at all, and entangled again as soon as she landed. It's like a little leopard with nowhere to vent its energy.

Dong Guanzhu is suffering unspeakably - where is this going?

And what material is this girl's silver whisk made of? !

Looking at the Emei thorn in his hand that looked like it had been pulled by a jigsaw, Dong Guanzhu looked at the fly whisk in the hands of little Taoist nun Liguang with cold sweat all over his head, and thought to himself that it was fortunate that she didn't pull it hard at the beginning, otherwise it would The flesh of the belt and the blood can be swept off and half pulled the wrist.

Is it so cruel?

The little Taoist nun Liguang suddenly gained the upper hand, she rushed forward as if she was going to hijack Dong Guanzhu, and the two sides raised countless petals in the sea of ​​flowers, in the eyes of others, it was like a traditional martial arts performance Cool and crisp, only the two people in it know how dangerous it is.

Not far away, the Tianjin Allegro maid was about to cry: "What are you doing? What is this all about—stop! Stop! Stop beating!"

However, no one has time to pay attention to her words. Aliya really wanted to add the second half of the sentence, saying that you can't beat people to death like this, but before she could say anything, Little Aunt Li Guang's silver whisk was crushing After the important task of Emei stabbing, it fell into the hands of Lord Dongguan again.

"..."

Alia pinched the center of her brows, a little speechless.

Little Aunt Liguang has this speed, but the core strength really needs to be strengthened. If you come out to mess around, you don't even have the strength to beat people...

Dong Guanzhu waved the small silver whisk, and felt that it was not very smooth, but it was better than empty hands.

She slammed her mouth: "Girl, why don't we just forget about it today? If we continue to fight, we won't be able to tell the winner. Why don't we make an appointment next time? Green hills don't change to green—a good sword!"

Dong Guanzhu's "good sword" came out of his throat, and his voice was a bit shrill because of the sudden change of tone - the bright light wiped from the waist by the little nun Liguang scared Dong Guanzhu Big jump.

The old profession of the Taoist nun in white, the soft sword above the whisk.

Although Aliya thinks that her old profession should be to use guns, when everyone met, her pistol fighting skills were really cool.

Little Aunt Liguang didn't know whether it was because she didn't bring a gun or because she felt that it was inappropriate to use a gun in the country. After holding the soft sword, she didn't take out anything else. She stood tall and strangled with the most orthodox swordsmanship method. In a few pick-and-roll moments, the flying petals were mixed with flying and falling silver threads.

Naturally, her silver whisk is not as silk thread as that of the Empress of the Sun, but it is only stronger than the material used for the Emei thorn—compared to those, her soft sword is a piece of heavy industry technology and metallurgical technology accumulated by the Song family for many years. Waiting for a laboratory boutique, sharp and light, even the metallic color of itself is not dazzling after a special surface treatment, and it looks like a pool of autumn water in the hand under the sunlight.

The real Liguang soft sword, in the hands of the fairy sister, can separate the existence of the sun and the moon. It dances to the extreme and can even rival the high-tech optical camouflage. I'm so busy I don't know how to deal with it.

The little Taoist nun Liguang has [-]% of the swordsmanship skills of the fairy sister, but at the moment she seems to be bullying Dong Guanzhu.

Dong Guanzhu looked at the bare dust handle in his hand in shock, and then looked at the little Taoist nun Li Guang who opened his hand again in front of him, almost crying: "Girl... sister! My good sister! , What exactly do you want? Tao Te Ching or some other post, we are all easy to discuss!"

"During the reign of Tianqi, I stole and robbed my view of books. There are no less than ten thousand books! How come there is no discussion?"

"How many years is the Year of Apocalypse? Why doesn't it sound right? Is that an old account from when?"

"Let's settle the accounts—" Although the little Taoist nun Liguang still had a dull expression on her face, there was a bit of gnashing of teeth between her words, and the little tiger's teeth lit up: "Please enlighten me!"

The soft sword tore through the air, and ran towards Dong Guanzhu's face. I don't know if the little nun Liguang really wanted to kill, or she still felt that she couldn't defeat Dong Guanzhu without this method of attacking the enemy and saving her.

But obviously, she did it—after Dong Guanzhu reached his waist, he sighed helplessly, and pulled out a black and heavy iron mace from the place close to his spine.

Aliya suddenly turned her face to the side: "Back!!"

"Huh? There are still masters?"

From the corner of Dong Guanzhu's eyes, he glanced back, but the Wumu mace was just casually smashed down——

"Ding--"

Little Aunt Liguang's soft sword is the most incapable of restraining heavy weapons, and it was smashed back immediately. Even if Little Aunt Liguang put her left arm sideways behind the soft sword, her whole body was thrown away end.

The blank passage she dragged out in the sea of ​​flowers this time was longer, maintaining a half-kneeling posture, her little hand holding the sword was trembling.

"Okay girl, you can't beat me." Master Dongguan put the Wumu mace on the ground and made a dull "dong" sound: "As for the Tianqi Year you mentioned, could it be the Great Mingqi Year? Right? Pull it down, Daming will be dead early..."

But after all, she is still remembering when she took other people's things in her mind-of course she didn't do it herself, if it can be related to hundreds of years ago, it must be Dong Guan's fault that fell on her back .

However, Dongguan itself was the imperial library in the Eastern Han Dynasty. After so many years of iteration, it is inevitable to fill it with new books in stock. Who knows who snatched it from some unlucky ghost hundreds of years ago.

It's just that when she thought about it, she couldn't help looking at little Taoist Li Guang with a serious look in her eyes - it seems that this little guy has a lot of background...

Are those bull-nosed people in Zixiao Palace perverted to the point of raising a little loli?

However, after putting away the soft sword, the little Taoist nun Liguang silently untied the oil-paper umbrella behind her, and looked up behind Dong Guanzhu.

Dong Guanzhu followed her gaze and looked back calmly, someone had spoken before.

Although I don't know if it was a blind cat that hit a dead mouse, at least the word "retire" still looks very compelling.

Master, this is also a master.

After a few breaths, the little nun Liguang seemed to confirm that someone had acquiesced, and rushed forward with the oiled paper umbrella behind her.

Dong Guanzhu was very hurt: "Girl, everyone said you can't beat me, if you do this again, I will spank your ass!"

She waved the Wumu mace casually, swept it sideways, and smashed it on the oiled paper umbrella that was raised in a dragging knife style——

"clang----"

The sudden strange touch made Dong Guanzhu's eyes instantly solemn.

This is not an umbrella!

She looked down, and at the place where Wu Mu's mace collided with the oil-paper umbrella, the bamboo and wood umbrella ribs and handles exploded suddenly as if a small bomb had been installed.

"Zizizizi————————"

A frightening determination burst out suddenly, and the Wumu mace was torn together like a saw, making a teeth-piercing sound of metal rubbing, sparks and stars visible to the naked eye falling.

"what?!"

sword!

What sword? !

What a sharp sword! !

The ear-piercing rubbing sound lasted until a certain moment, Dong Guanzhu only felt his hands lighten, and half of the Wumu mace just flew away.

Flipping hands, twisting wrists, pressing down—— Dong Guanzhu burst out with real strength, and the only half of the Wumu mace that was left was pressed against the wrist of Little Taoist Li Guang in such a short time, which was enough to smash the green-gold edge. Push it down from your throat.

A barely noticeable red mark slowly emerged on her fair neck, and if one looked closely, one could see tiny drops of blood oozing out of it.

A drop of cold sweat slid down her cheeks, and dripped onto the petals, splashing fine water that reflected the silhouettes and expressions of different people.

And on the water drop closest to Lord Dongguan, her horrified expression appeared on it with the curvature of the edge of the water drop: "Qingming Sword?! You are from Huanxiguan!"

"Yes." Little Aunt Li Guang seemed to have achieved her goal, and she slowly put away her fierce intentions: "Huanxi Guan, Lu Li—"

"Lu Yanqing! You are the Xuanpao tyrant Lu Yanqing, right?!" Dong Guanzhu threw away the half of the Wumu mace in his hand, hugged the little Taoist nun Liguang with bright eyes, and directly pressed her face After a fierce rubbing: "If it's you, then it's a legal loli! Wow, it's amazing! My sister took you to see the goldfish—"

"???"

PS: I fell asleep on my stomach...

PS2: continue tomorrow

Chapter 747 0732-Don't Stop, Dong Guanzhu! (Busy is over, [-] tomorrow

Again, when a child's head is full of question marks, it is definitely not that he wants to ask a question, but that the person in front of him has a problem.

Dong Guanzhu, is an out-and-out pervert... that is, if you use it to turn it into an animation character, the CV must be played by a professional pervert in the industry.

But then again, this guy kept saying 'copper refining BISS' before, why did he start the perverted goldfish model after playing the name of a legal loli?

Little Aunt Li Guang struggled a bit, but she didn't know whether it was on purpose or not by Dong Guanzhu, she hugged her so tightly that there was no room for the little guy to make a backhand sword, she could only be numbly rubbed against a small Sanwu face. , looked in Alia's direction with eyes begging for help.

However, she seems to have forgotten one thing. Aliya is very miserable now that she is blind, and there is no way to act with her eyes...