Zhou Xiaomo wished he could strangle this drunkard to death.

He doesn't have time to compete with others here. As of now, his life is like a character in the game, and he has to be braided after the specified time.

Looking at Xiaorou's pitiful appearance, Zhou Xiaomo was cruel and cruel: "Amitabha! The little monk just asked Miss Xiaorou to get the certificate of reunion. As for the affairs in the world, the little monk didn't understand and didn't participate."

Zhou Xiaomo said to Xiao Ju: "Amitabha, how good it is! Female donor, please return the certificate of tribute to the little monk!"

Xiaorou ran out for the little monk. At this time, she was in trouble. Seeing that the little monk was so ruthless, her nose felt sore and tears fell down again.

The men who came to have fun would not be sympathetic at all. When they saw Xiaorou crying, they would become more emotional.

"Hi Hi! I said, "Young monk, how could your certificate be left to the girl in the brothel?" A tall and thin man smiled, "It's not that you took advantage of the girl and had no money when you touched your pocket, so you took the certificate of certificate. I guess you used the money to redeem the certificate today."

A hundred words of redeem your sister ran through Zhou Xiaomo's heart, and he said seriously: "Amitabha! This donor, the little monk accidentally dropped the certificate of tribute at the door when he passed by yesterday. He came here to get back today. How can he redeem it? Only say "

Zhou Xiaomo was embarrassed to say that it was Xiaorou who bumped into his arms and stole his certificate of decree. He didn't expect that Xiaorou would say that he stole the certificate of decree from him.

The thin man said sarcastically: "I said little monk, when you walked to the door of the brothel, the certificate of the tribute dropped, and then the girl Xiaorou picked it up at the door. I wondered, why was it so coincidental that the certificate of the quotation you dropped happened to be picked up by Xiaorou? Why can't others pick it up?"

"That's right, how could it be such a coincidence? The young monk's certificate was not lost sooner or later, but he just walked to the door of the brothel and fell down?"

"That's it. I'll take a fan and throw it at the door of the brothel to see if there is any beautiful little lady who just happened to pick it up! Hahaha..."

“…”

Everyone made fun of the little monk.

Zhou Xiaomo was a little speechless when asked by this thin man. He thought that there were indeed few good people who liked to visit brothels. He could only say, "Amitabha! Good, good, please keep some verbal virtues."

Everyone didn't care about the verbal or not, and they joked with the little monk. For a moment, there were all kinds of vulgar statements.

The madam glanced at Xiaorou and thought, this little girl had never told me about meeting the little monk last night, but just said that she had cheated the dead ghost Huang 2100 cents last night. Could it be that this little girl fell in love with the little monk?

Xiaorou suddenly said with hatred: "You little monk who is unkind, why don't you say you don't know me when you are in love with me?"

Zhou Xiaomo was confused!

Everyone was even more confused. What's going on? The little monk actually had an affair with the girl in the brothel?

Xiaorou's eyes were filled with tears, and she broke away from the hand of the confused man with pigeon eyes, ran to Zhou Xiaomo, and hugged his arm intimately and reproachfully. Tears finally rolled down: "Didn't you agree to ask your master to go down the mountain to plead with Mama and redeem me for me? You... you are so happy that you will turn your face ruthlessly?"

Now that I’m done, Zhou Xiaomo’s heart is bouncing hundreds of times. This time, the little monk can’t wash it even if he jumps into the Yellow River.

The madam was even more confused and cursed the little bitch and dared to have a private meeting with me on my back. Fortunately, I treat you so well, so that you can be free.

She thought again, could she have misunderstood the little monk, this little monk is not a baby boy at all?

When the madam thought of this, she looked up and down at the little monk. Seeing that he was surrounded by Xiaorou, she stood there as if two monks were confused. She looked at Xiaorou again, and saw a trace of cunning flashing in the girl's eyes, she immediately understood.

This little girl is using the little monk as a shield, so she can find an opportunity to get out. But from the look of Xiaorou looking at the little monk, this girl definitely fell in love with the little monk.

Xiaorou wiped her tears, took the opportunity to stick to the arm of the little monk who was covered in place, and whispered: "Little Master, save me!"

"Amitabha! Good, good!" Zhou Xiaomo was so amused when he heard Xiaorou's request for help. Why did he always come to me for these things? If you don't help me, I feel sorry for you. I will help you. I don't have the ability to do this, so I had to say, "Amitabha! Monks take compassion as their own heart!"

Xiaorou was overjoyed and said that the little monk was willing to help her. She just now made this bad decision out of helplessness.

She was bought by a brothel when she was a child and grew up in a brothel. She knew everything between men and women. Although she was well-behaved and beautiful, she was already very arrogant and generous in her heart.

She thought to herself that if the pigeon-eyed man and the eldest son of Song knew that she had lost her virginity, she would have greatly reduced her interest and would not have made any difficult for this young monk, because now everyone in the Tang Dynasty respects monks and Taoists.

The plot flipped too quickly, making everyone drop their chins. They all thought that it was even more lively now.

Everyone's eyes suddenly turned to the little monk.

The madam's eyes rolled and she thought: "Oh, you little monk, you actually broke the body of my girl. Seeing that I won't let someone break your legs today, I will carry you to the temple to find the old monk to judge."

The thin man said sarcastically: "As the saying goes, if the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam is crooked, the old monk will be like that. I am afraid that if you go there, you may not be able to get any benefits. I can't say that I have to pay some more."

This is too clear, meaning that your madam goes up the mountain to the temple to find the old monk to judge. Maybe he has to even get in.

Zhou Xiaomo laughed awkwardly, and was shot, and the old monk was shot.

"Go, you fat man." The madam was angry and cursed at the tall and thin man, "Even the old monk is stronger than your soft waist when you take golden spear every day."

The thin man who was laughed at by the madam, called Duan Fatty, was not angry either, and said with a smile: "That's natural. Of course, the old monk is better than me. As the saying goes, the evil ghosts in the Qing Dynasty are outstanding in cultivation, and there are also virtuous women in the sales of Xiaolou."

Zhou Xiaomo didn't have the time to listen to these dirty words of these slutty men and women chatting. He reached out and pulled Xiaorou away the hand holding his arm, and said, "Miss Xiaorou, please return the certificate to the little monk first. The little monk has to go back to the temple. If he goes back late, he will be punished by the master to face the wall."
Chapter completed!