Does having a lot of money lead to a good fate, or does a good fate bring wealth? Qin Kour often wondered if she and that monstrous man had chosen the wrong questions when they were reincarnated, c...
After running a few steps, she turned around and shouted loudly to Qin Kou'er, "Sister, you have to get the best fortune slip! The one with the red head!"
Qin Kou'er smiled and nodded, then waved vigorously to the little monk.
The little monk smiled, turned around, and ran out.
Looking at the little monk's retreating figure, Qin Kou'er suddenly sighed and said, "If everyone in the world knew what they really wanted like this little monk, how wonderful that would be! I really hope that this little monk never grows up and is happy with sugar cakes like he is now for the rest of his life!"
Lan Linxue placed her hand on Qin Kou'er's waist and said in a particularly unromantic way, "Don't be silly! He'll probably regret it a lot when he thinks about what happened today!"
Qin Kou'er glared angrily at Lan Linxue, then held out her hand: "Take it back! Don't think that just because the little monk gave it to you, it's over!"
Lan Linxue immediately put the silver into her pocket: "It's mine! I exchanged it for copper coins! Don't even think about swindling it back!"
Qin Kou'er glared at him, "You've really made something of yourself, swindling money from children!"
Lan Linxue, on the other hand, was quite smug: "That's my skill! Most people wouldn't even have the chance to fool me! Humph!"
Qin Kou'er didn't want to get entangled with him about this matter, so she pulled him toward the main hall.
However, the moment Qin Kou'er stepped into the main hall, she was immediately enveloped by a murderous intent.
She reached out and tugged at Lan Linxue's sleeve.
Lan Linxue grasped her hand and squeezed it, indicating that she understood.
The main hall was now completely empty.
No! There was another person, the old monk who was sitting on the prayer mat with his back to them.
The old monk seemed to be meditating, or perhaps he was asleep.
However, Qin Kou'er knew at a glance that the old man must have already passed away, because his head was hanging too low, as if someone had cut his throat.
Frost Flower also sensed the eerie atmosphere in the main hall, and immediately placed her hand on the hilt of her sword.
Qin Kou'er gave a cold laugh and walked ahead, intentionally or unintentionally leaving Lan Linxue behind.
Halfway there, he slowly stopped. "If any deity has come to visit, why not come out and talk to Ke'er face to face? Hiding like this is not the behavior of a hero!"
The main hall was completely silent.
"In that case, no wonder Ke'er made the first move!"
As she spoke, Qin Kou'er suddenly flung a silver ingot from her sleeve and hurled it directly at the face of the Bodhisattva in the center of the hall.
Sure enough, the Bodhisattva's head shattered, and a steel knife flashed out from within, directly knocking Qin Kou'er's silver coins away.
Ten men in black immediately descended from the surrounding roof beams and surrounded the three of them.
Seeing Qin Kou'er using silver as a weapon again, Lan Linxue couldn't help but shout, "Qin Kou'er, are you out of your mind with all this money? Can't you stop being so wasteful? If you want to hit someone, just use a lot of money!"
As she spoke, Lan Linxue suddenly turned around, and a tiny, but definitely not large, blue light shot out from her hand, heading directly towards the person at the door.
Without uttering a word, the newcomers saw Lan Linxue make her move and immediately drew their swords and steel sabers to surround her.
Lan Linxue knew at a glance that these people must have been sent by Lan Xiuyuan, and the weapons they carried belonged to the Xuzhou camp.
Jun Yannuo's plan succeeded.
However, these people were definitely not from any military camp.
Because of their superior kung fu skills, the two of them were able to completely surround Shuanghua.
Even with all her skills, Lan Linxue could only handle three. The rest were all held off by Qin Kou'er.
Qin Kou'er knew that the people who came were all martial arts masters, so she showed no mercy from the very beginning.
This was the first time Lan Linxue had experienced such a perilous killing formation.
While assassinations had occurred before, none were nearly as dangerous as the current situation. Moreover, he had many people around him then, so he didn't need to resort to such measures himself.
What impressed him even more was Qin Kou'er's kung fu.
He used to get entangled with Qin Kou'er, and every time she would just throw him out, he would be indignant, thinking that Qin Kou'er was just lucky. But this time, he really realized that if Qin Kou'er hadn't always held back, he might have already lost his arms and legs. Because Qin Kou'er was now twisting his neck and tearing his legs apart.
Qin Kou'er's kung fu was exceptionally clean and efficient, without any fancy tricks or unnecessary moves.
Anyone whose neck she manages to grab will have their throat snapped with a sharp twist. As for those who try to kill her by stretching out their arms or legs, she'll first smash their knees with silver, and then, with a crack, crush their bones.
Lan Linxue felt that all the things he said on a daily basis were nonsense; the real ruthless character was his beloved little wife.
He at least said something when he wanted someone's head, but Qin Kou'er didn't say a word and just handed you over to the King of Hell.
Therefore, Lan Linxue felt very fortunate that she hadn't really angered Qin Kou'er from the beginning; otherwise, killing him would have been no more difficult than killing a chicken.
Lan Linxue had made up his mind. He would make a three-point agreement with Qin Kou'er: from now on, they would only use words, not hands, in and out of bed! Otherwise, he would be killed by his wife sooner or later.
Just as Lan Linxue was killing people and lost in thought, an iron pipe slowly emerged from the window on the right side of the main hall, aimed directly at her.
"Sister, what are you doing?"
A child's voice rang out from outside the window. The iron pipe trembled, then quickly retracted, and blew hard towards the little monk opposite. Then it swiftly leaped up, turned, and disappeared.
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