The bandit leader is really trying his best.

He threw himself very hard towards the tree branch where Hua Xiaonian was sitting just now.

I heard a "crunching" sound and the branch was broken!

Because he jumped in the air, even if he saw that the branch of the tree was broken, the bandit leader had no time to stop his strength and could only fall down.

That's all.

Just the next scene...

I'm afraid he never dreamed that he would suddenly get stuck in a deep branch when he was halfway down!

Look at how many backs he has...

Not only were both arms stuck in a tree branch and couldn't be pulled out, but one leg was also stuck in another tree branch and couldn't move.

It looks like a giant caterpillar.

He was still swinging there with his butt sticking out, as if he wanted to shake himself off.

But it's shaking...

Why is his body itchy?

Moreover, the more it shakes, the more itchy it becomes, and the more it is not shaken, the more itchiness becomes!

It wasn't just him, even his bandit brothers gradually developed the same itching symptoms as him.

The little nun sat upright on a small tree opposite, her short legs swaying regularly, and she slowly peeled melon seeds in her hands to watch the fun.

She thought the bandit leader was very powerful.

It turned out that it was not as good as the two pheasants she caught last time. At least the two pheasants were not as ugly as the ones he had stuck!

What an embarrassment to the chicken!

Rubbish!

The little nun has no interest in the chicken.

She put the peeled melon seed into her mouth and ate it, and put the rest in her pocket.

Then, he found a long rusty needle from the small cloth bag and began to count the number of donors present.

There are 16 people in total.

Then you need to use 16 long needles.

She was not in a hurry, lowered her head slowly like a little old lady, and counted 16 long needles from the long needle bag.

Are you curious about what her long needles are for?

Could it be that he wants to immobilize them again?

No no no.

The little nuns would only use pebbles or silver needles to stop those donors who kept talking. The current ones were unlucky donors.

She wants to send them away directly with a long needle!

Don't blame her for being cruel, the benefactor, who was obviously the bandit leader, said that when she is caught, she will be chopped into pieces and fed to the dogs!

She has already softened her heart.

Just kill them and leave his whole body!

The little nun showed no fear or nervousness when preparing to kill, and her mentality was so bland as to be unremarkable.

It was as if she was just squeezing an ant.

As the saying goes, to capture the thief first, capture the king.

The little nun was going to start with the chief donor first, aiming the silver needle behind his ear, and when she was about to go out...

Suddenly something golden fell from the head of the donor.

The little nun paused slightly and looked over subconsciously.

Is it... gold ingot?

She had seen it in the colorful story book that her master read, and it was exactly the same as the one on the ground in terms of color and appearance.

The little nun's eyes widened.

Master said that gold is the most expensive money!

She immediately jumped down from the tree, pretending that she had accidentally walked under the piece of gold, quickly picked it up and stuffed it into the bag.

I was about to roll back up the tree as if nothing had happened...

The bandit leader on the tree suddenly called her, "Little ancestor, I still have some in my pocket. I will give them to you as long as you are willing to let me down."

Before coming, he had heard what his younger brothers had said...

In addition to loving money, this little nun also loves to listen to words.

As long as you call her properly, everything is easy to discuss.

Those little bandits were indeed the soldiers he brought out, and they even gave the little ancestor the same name.

No, the little nun just looked at him.

As everyone knows, the reason why my little ancestor looked at him so kindly was because of the gold in his pocket.

The little nun asked curiously, "Really?"

Look at her cute and innocent little face.

The bandit leader almost thought that her little brother who was stabbed to death by a silver needle was not killed by her at all, but by himself!

He nodded quickly, "Really, really."

Regardless of whether she is true or not, he will talk about it after he comes down first!

The little nun was simple-minded, so she believed what he said was "true" and jumped up to the tree branch next to him...

A seemingly light kick to his butt.

With a "pop" sound, the bandit's head fell off!

Simple and crude!

The bandit leader thought she would pull him down, or use some other gentle method, but he never expected...

This is so!

When he was unprepared and fell into a dog's mouth, he suddenly realized that although this little nun looked cute, she was actually more powerful than them all.

But he didn't have time to think about this now.

He almost fell apart after being thrown to the ground, and his body was still itching unbearably. He rubbed his arms and legs, and was so uncomfortable that he wished he could die on the spot.

The little nun stood nearby obediently.

The donor said he wanted to give her a gold ingot, and she was waiting for it, but she waited for a long time and didn't wait until he took out half of the gold ingot.

The little nun's patience was running out little by little.

However, the bandit leader still had no desire to survive, so he just didn't notice that the little ancestor beside him had taken out the long needle again...

If he doesn't come up with the gold ingot, this little ancestor will dig a hole and bury him!

Fortunately, the little bandit next to him finally couldn't stand the itching on his body anymore. He rolled over and hugged Hua Xiaonian's arm, crying and begging.

"Little ancestor, I don't dare anymore!"

"I promise, I will never have any evil intentions towards my little ancestor again. Please let me go, let me go!!"

This little nun is so cruel.

She didn't beat them, but she let them itch all over their bodies and scratched them by herself. The skin and flesh were torn apart when she scratched them, and their bodies hurt like they were twisted...

Even if they catch her to death, it has nothing to do with her!

She could have said with an innocent face: I didn't kill anyone, they caught her to death themselves!

This is a little devil!!

All she had to do was move her fingers, and they would only suffer. If she moved her arms and legs again, wouldn't they die without a burial place?

The little nun then put away the long needle she was going to use to prick the bandit's head, slapped his claws away in disgust, and took out a handkerchief from her bag to wipe the sleeve he had scratched.

After wiping, fold them neatly and put them back into the bag.

She looked at him and asked, "Oh, what evil intentions do you have against me?"

She is really curious, what is evil intention?

The little bandit thought she was asking him: Do you know what mistake you made?

He hurriedly said, "I was wrong. I shouldn't have disturbed your rest, and I shouldn't have thought that I could beat you. I didn't dare!"

"I really, really never dare to do it again!"
To be continued...