102: Dead bald donkey

The monk raised his head, and he smiled faintly.

After a long while, the monk slowly said, "Actually, it's just to discuss, can you please not snatch my invitation?"

"I'm serious, I actually have very important things to do at the Auction House, it's not right for you to rob me like this!"

"What's more, you're robbing a monastic?"

As the monk spoke, a glint of cold light burst forth from his eyes.

Immediately, the monk turned his head, and he glanced at the exit of the alley.

And it was at this moment.

The monk suddenly fell silent, he seemed to have some ulterior motives.

"But how do I know if you're a real monastic? And how could a monastic go to an Auction House, such a high-class place?" Nan Qingyue's face was grim, and a glint of cold light burst forth from her eyes.

A glint of cold light burst forth from Nan Qingyue's eyes, and she clenched her fists tightly.

On the rooftop.

Li Changfeng's gaze sharpened, and he stared intently at the monk.

After a long while.

Li Changfeng's lips curved into a smile, his heart as clear as a mirror.

This monk was not as easy to deal with as he seemed; wasn't this feigned weakness just to divert attention?

Just now, this monk had raised his head and glanced at the exit of the alley.

And that purpose should have been very clear.

The monk intended to escape in that direction!

"This monk is truly shrewd, he's indeed not easy to deal with." Li Changfeng nodded lightly.

At the same time, Li Changfeng was also worried about Nan Qingyue; this monk was not someone Nan Qingyue, that innocent girl, could handle.

Despite being a monastic, the monk's thoughts were so meticulous.

It completely shattered Li Changfeng's understanding.

"Could it be that all monastics in this world are so cunning?" Li Changfeng couldn't help but murmur softly.

Nan Qingyue naturally didn't know the monk's thoughts.

At this moment, Nan Qingyue was secretly smug, she was thinking of snatching the invitation from the monk.

Since she already knew the invitation was on the monk.

Nan Qingyue had no need for further chatter, she stepped forward, attempting to directly snatch the invitation from the monk.

"I say, young lady, can you calm down a bit?" The monk frowned deeply, seeing Nan Qingyue getting closer and closer to him.

The monk took a sharp breath, and he tried to calm himself down.

At this moment, the monk was already prepared to break out, but Nan Qingyue still didn't know.

"I calm down? I'm calm enough now." Nan Qingyue chuckled, "As long as you hand over the invitation, I won't kill you!"

"Don't worry, okay!"

"Be good, don't move!"

Nan Qingyue leaned forward, and she bent her waist slightly.

And it was at this moment.

The monk raised his head, and what met his eyes was the expanse of white spring scenery at her chest.

The monk's eyes went wide, and he gulped hard.

That place that shouldn't have moved, did indeed move.

"Young lady, please stay further away from me." The monk's face was flushed red.

"Something's not right, why don't you have head scars?" Nan Qingyue frowned deeply.

If this monk was a monastic, he should have head scars on his head.

However, after Nan Qingyue looked closely, she didn't even see a single scar.

This was truly strange!

"What's not right about it! Who told you I was a monastic?" The monk snorted coldly.

And it was at this moment.

The monk's face was grim, and a glint of cold light burst forth from his eyes.

"You're not a monastic? Then why are you dressed like one?" Nan Qingyue grew even more curious.

"Have you ever heard of a famous master in the martial world!" The monk suddenly revealed a strange smile.

"What?" Nan Qingyue was puzzled.

At this moment, Nan Qingyue also sensed danger, and she retreated several steps.

The monk's eyes gleamed, as if he had seen his prey.

At the same time, a wave of killing intent erupted from the monk.

Nan Qingyue gulped hard, and she felt extremely uneasy.

"What do you want?" Nan Qingyue was a little scared.

"What do I want? Isn't it you who wants something?" The monk revealed a lecherous gaze, "Didn't you just want to snatch the invitation from me?"

"Then come on!"

"Little beauty, you absolutely mustn't run away!"

The monk's lips curved into a wicked smile, and he revealed a mischievous grin.

This monk suddenly became quite lewd.

Nan Qingyue quickly retreated several steps.

"I really didn't expect this bald donkey to be a lecher?"

"What kind of master is this!"

"Still a monastic?"

Nan Qingyue's face turned ugly, and sensing something amiss, she quickly retreated several steps.

But it was at this moment.

The monk pressed closer step by step, showing no intention of stopping.

"Who told you I was a monastic?" The monk grinned, "I'm a notorious flower thief! Originally, I didn't want to bother you, but you brought this upon yourself!"

"So you can't blame me!"

"Little beauty, you've really made me wait!"

"Do you know? It's been a long time since I've been out!"

"Today, heaven truly has eyes, allowing me to meet you. You're simply a fairy descended to the mortal world, a gift from the heavens!"

The monk revealed his true colors, and he moved lightly, heading straight for Nan Qingyue.

Immediately, the monk stepped forward, and he revealed a wicked smile, constantly closing in on Nan Qingyue.

Nan Qingyue held her longsword, and she tried her best to calm herself down.

However, the longsword in Nan Qingyue's hand trembled continuously, completely out of control.

In such a critical moment, Nan Qingyue didn't know what to do.

"Get lost, get lost!" Nan Qingyue cursed.

"Little nobody, stop cursing, the more you curse, the happier I become! I'll just take it as you praising me." The monk kept approaching, and saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth.

This scene.

Nan Qingyue only felt disgusted.

Nan Qingyue's face was grim, and she tightly gripped her longsword.

No, I need to think of a way!

If this monk really succeeded.

Then this young lady's innocence would be gone!

It's too infuriating.

I should have listened to Master!

"Get lost! You bald donkey!" Nan Qingyue continued to curse.

However, the monk became even more excited, and he curled his lips, pressing closer step by step.

But in a moment.

Nan Qingyue was already cornered against the wall.

"Little beauty, stop screaming, no one usually comes to this place, even if you scream your head off, no one will come." The monk chuckled.

At this moment, a glint of cold light burst forth from Nan Qingyue's eyes, and she was prepared to risk everything.

Nan Qingyue would rather die than let this old man succeed.

"Take this! Sword, come!" Nan Qingyue roared.

And it was at this moment.

Nan Qingyue brandished the longsword in her hand, and charged straight towards the monk.

In the air, there was a buzzing sound.

The longsword flashed with a cold light, drawing a half-moon arc.

The monk's face was grim, and seeing the fierce momentum, he quickly retreated several steps.

"Little beauty, why are you still ambushing me!" The monk chuckled, he didn't take this matter to heart at all.