"Shh, that ear is very useful."

"Master, that big brother won't die too, right?" The boy looked at the old man beside him, with a look of worry in his eyes, as if he would show concern and condolences for any life abolished.

"It's hard to say." The old man in white robe shook his head slightly. The left-handed man had the most perverse temperament, and he didn't doubt the other party's killing now.

Jiang Ye snorted coldly.

With Jiang Ye snorting coldly, the monk with a pockmark actually ran back from outside.

But in the eyes of the monk Mazitou, he had already run far away, and even left the white-faced scholar.

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The middle-aged Taoist priest had a cold face and quietly clasped the whisk in his hand with his fingers.

The bald monk laughed, and his pair of bean peas eyes swept across Jiang Ye's neck intentionally or unintentionally.

Others are afraid of the deterrent aura released by the white-faced scholar just now, but they are just young people with evil ways who have come out of nowhere. In terms of left-handedness, they can be called masters of evil ways, as they have integrated most of the evil ways.

"Aren't these two notorious monks?"
Chapter completed!