Professor Ye has a strong mind.

How can I tolerate being frivolous to this old monk?

At this moment, she held the pistol with her arms calmly.

Deep in the eyes, murderous intent is revealed!

On the other hand, the ascetic monk looked at Professor Ye calmly. There was even a strange smile on his ordinary face: "It's tasteless if you die."

Bang!

The gunshot suddenly rang.

Professor Ye pulled the trigger and fired.

But the ascetic monk who was so close to him was not hit in the head.

He just shook his body and left the sofa and stood up.

"Old Ye. You taught a good granddaughter." The ascetic monk walked slowly out the door. "I like it very much and will not give up."

Bang bang!

Professor Ye fired two more shots one after another.

But her original shooting skills seemed so bulky when the ascetic dodged lightly.

It was like a blind man who couldn't hit him no matter how hard he was.

Professor Ye’s face was full of murderous intent and his pupils were full of chill.

A shuttle of bullets was exhausted. Even the ascetic monk's robe had nothing to do with it.

She was angry, but equally shocked.

Chu Yun was right. Even if this old monk had a copper and iron bones, he would never be invulnerable to swords and guns.

What is important is whose hands this sword and gun are in!

"Miss Ye. I suggest you follow my master." The little monk moved his steps, his face full of smiles. "Otherwise, when my master comes back next time, you may not be able to keep Ye's mansion safe."

"This is called the doctor not self-governance?"

Chu Yun, who had been silent since entering the living room, spoke.

He held down the slightly hot pistol in Professor Ye's hand and took it peacefully.

Then, he slowly placed it on the coffee table and said with a blank expression: "Why would you like to ask the old monk? Can he keep you safe?"

After saying that.

Chu Yun walked calmly towards the little monk.

In an instant, a strong murderous intent filled the air.

A series of qi that looked like substance blocked the little monk's body, causing his brow to frown slightly.

Professor Ye's expression changed slightly, and he opened his mouth to stop him.

She received the news that Chu Yun fought two hard battles in succession.

There are injuries on the body, and it is not light.

Chu Yun shook her head lightly and refused to let her speak.

A violent look appeared between the eyebrows.

"Are you looking for death?" The little monk restrained the smile on his face. His plain eyes stared at Chu Yun without a moment.

Even Professor Ye knew about the news. As the closed disciple of the ascetic monk, he was the most talented disciple. How could he not know?

"Although I don't want to admit it." Chu Yun strode forward, and a sense of resentment erupted from his body. "But your shameless master did anger me."

"I am a fair man." Chu Yun's dark eyes were full of murderous intent. "He provoked me, you will pay your life."

"Play with him."

The ascetic monk stopped and stood.

His plain face was gone without any joy or anger. But Chu Yun finally walked into the trap he had carefully arranged.

When Mr. Ye saw this scene, he was frowning and thought to himself that something was wrong.

"Aren't he injured?" Old Ye asked in a low voice. "Why are you still going home with you?"

"I didn't stop him." A worried look appeared on Professor Ye's elegant face.

"We are all trapped by Jiuying." Old Ye was quite upset.

When Professor Ye heard this, his heart trembled.

Being trapped?

Grandpa meant that this old monk came to Ye Mansion to cause trouble. He was just drunk and warm, and he was not drunk?

He was not trying to anger Ye Mansion, but Chu Yun?

In this way, the little monk will definitely kill Chu Yun. He is not afraid of being held accountable!

Who is accountable?

Yanjing Chu family!

A top wealthy family with three big monsters hidden!

A female devil Chu Hongye is so terrifying. It is terrifying.

The old monster Chu Zhongtang, who rarely appears but has already reached the pinnacle, is even more terrified of talking!

Even though he is as powerful as an ascetic monk, he is unwilling to kill Chu Yun without reason. Even if he kills two disciples of the ascetic monk and one disciple.

Force him to do it himself!

Let him take the initiative to cause trouble!

Kill him, no one can say anything!

Professor Ye was anxious and wanted to step forward to stop him.

But Old Ye grabbed him: "You can't stop him."

"I know." Professor Ye lowered his beautiful eyes.

Chu Yun is a human being, she knows it very well.

Once he decides something, no one can change his mind.

"At least you succeeded." Old Ye let out a breath of turbid air and rubbed his chest. "He said it just now. Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to face his original heart. He cared about you very much and cared about you."

A strange color flashed across Professor Ye’s elegant face: “I would rather he be like before and not pay any attention to me.”

I only teased Chu Yun for this incident at night. It worked now.

She felt a strong sense of uneasiness, as if it was some kind of fate that made it difficult for her to calm down.

"Made of human heart and flesh." Old Ye pursed his lips. "What's more, my granddaughter, Ye Zhenglong, is no worse than others."

Professor Ye didn't have the time to discuss these things.

She only cares about Chu Yun's safety: "Grandpa, you have fought with him just now. Do you think Chu Yun has a chance of winning?"

"That depends on his injury." Old Ye frowned. "If the injury is not serious, he should be able to win."

"What if it is serious?" Professor Ye asked.

Even Chu Yun himself said that he was in poor health and in poor spirits.

This is the first time Professor Ye has heard Chu Yun’s self-evaluation.

On weekdays, he always says that men can’t say they can’t be tired or say they can’t be.

"It's hard to say." Old Ye shook his head and his face was solemn.

Everyone looked at Chu Yun anxiously.

But he was already standing in front of the little monk.

He was so cold that he stared at the little monk's pretty face with a restrained smile.

"How do you want to die?" Chu Yun opened his thin lips slightly and asked lightly.

"You decided—bang!"

The little monk has not finished speaking.

Chu Yun raised his hand and slapped him.

The little monk frowned, but was ready to block it quickly.

Bang!

After pulling his left hand, he came back with his right hand.

After three or four consecutive slaps, the little monk finally couldn't help but take two steps back.
To be continued...