The Prime Minister’s Darling-Chapter 1540 - 747 Master Jing Kong (second update) Part 3

"Bull-nose, be reasonable! If it hadn’t been for me dragging you out of the forest, you could’ve been stuck there for a year or half a year. How about we call it even and wipe the slate clean?"

"In your dreams!"

Taoist priest Qingfeng struck from mid-air, aiming a palm towards the Monk’s chest.

The night breeze whipped his robe into a flurry, his features ethereally handsome like jade, but his eyes filled with murderous intent.

The Monk dodged nimbly, avoiding his attack.

There weren’t many under the heavens who could evade a blow from Taoist priest Qingfeng.

In the moonlit night, the Monk’s beauty was like that of a bewitching deity.

With a smile playing on his lips, he captured a falling leaf between his fingers and sighed softly, "Ah, it’s just a bath I peeped at. Have you held a grudge for so many years?"

The handsome face of Taoist priest Qingfeng flashed with indignation as his killing move intensified, "Baldy! Prepare to die!"

The Monk laughed coldly, a swing of his arm turned the leaf in his fingers into a blade, whooshing towards Qingfeng’s brow in a deadly strike!

This move was also a killing one!

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"All done peeing?" Xiao Hen looked toward Xiaojingkong who had just come out of the latrine, "Go wash your hands."

Xiaojingkong approached the well with a sulky little face to wash his hands. freēnovelkiss.com

Xiao Hen watched him with amusement, "Who are you making that face for?"

Xiaojingkong snorted, "The bad brother-in-law who won’t let me have candy!"

Xiao Hen raised an eyebrow, "It was Jiaojiao who wouldn’t let you eat it."

Xiaojingkong stomped his feet, hands on his hips, "But you were the one who told Jiaojiao my teeth were bad!"

Xiao Hen spoke innocently, "But your teeth are bad."

Xiaojingkong crossed his arms and turned his face away with a huff, "Hmph!"

This was a Dried Meat shop, and Xiao Hen casually bought some for Gu Jiao on the way.

Then Xiao Hen led Xiaojingkong to the Layered Pastry shop.

There was a long line of customers, and Xiao Hen searched from the front to the back of the queue, but still, Gu Jiao was nowhere to be seen.

Xiaojingkong asked seriously, "Did you remember wrong? Didn’t Jiaojiao come here to buy Layered Pastry?"

Xiao Hen, holding a packet of Dried Meat in one hand and leading Xiaojingkong with the other, replied, "This is the place, I haven’t got it wrong."

Xiaojingkong pondered for a moment, "Did Jiaojiao go to the latrine too? I’m going to look for Jiaojiao."

Xiao Hen said, "Don’t run off, just wait here."

Xiaojingkong refused to comply, "I don’t want to, I need to find her. If you don’t let me, I’ll cry, saying that you’re a kidnapper who’s trying to abduct me!"

Facing a child in a standoff is one thing, but it’s another when the child has smarts.

This was the little guy’s last stand of defiance; who could blame him for mourning his lost candy?

Xiao Hen said with a mix of frustration and amusement, "Fine, I’ll take you to look."

Just a quick loop and back.

Xiao Hen took Xiaojingkong on a random walk in some direction.

Gu Jiao had left through the back alley, while they started from the front.

In the eerie and bizarre alleyway, the Taoist priest and the Monk had already exchanged blows for about a dozen rounds.

Gu Jiao regretted not having a pack of Dried Meat on hand to do justice to this fiery fight scene.

Though the combat between the two was intense, their moves were aimed solely at each other, not damaging a single door, brick, or tile.

This was the conduct and the state of mind of true masters.

What about those who, at every turn, blast a hole through someone’s house, not caring about the cost of repairs?

"The poor monk has other matters and truly doesn’t wish to continue fighting with you. Let’s end this!"

The Monk stood atop the roof, his inner strength suddenly erupting, his gray robes billowing without any wind, resembling the surging of an ocean of qi.

Taoist priest Qingfeng’s brow furrowed, such strong murderous intent!

The Monk leapt into the air, his killing intent fierce as if a Buddha had descended into the demonic path, and violently attacked towards Qingfeng’s vital spot.

"Master!"

A crisp, youthful voice tore through the alley’s murderous aura.

The Monk’s body suddenly stiffened.