Strongest Guard

Seeing monks in Bangkok was like seeing a supermarket on the street. It was nothing out of the ordinary.    

    

But it wasn't normal.    

    

Because Lovsky felt pain!    

    

He felt a light pat on his shoulder and turned to look back in shock. His heart was in pain.    

    

That's not right!    

    

It was a sharp pain in the chest.    

    

That's not right!    

    

It was a sharp pain coming from the back of his heart along with the front part of his chest!    

    

Lovsky was very curious. He subconsciously looked down and saw a sharp knife coming out from his chest.    

    

Fresh drops of blood could be seen on the tip of the saber.    

    

"It turned out that this monk took advantage of my surprise and stabbed me in the heart."    

    

Lovsky finally understood, but because he was not yet dead, he raised his head with difficulty and shouted with all his strength: "Who are you? Why, do you want to kill me!? "    

    

The monk was in his sixties, with a clean-cut face and a white beard half a foot long below his chin. Under the lights of the river and the contours of the buildings in the distance, he looked ethereal and ethereal.    

    

In fact, when he assassinated Lovsky, his face was full of kindness. It didn't seem like he was killing someone. It was more like he had put on a screen to prevent a moth from flying into the fire.    

    

Lovsky's biggest roar was at his full strength, but he could only be heard by the two of them when he shouted.    

    

The old monk had a kind face and replied with a smile, "I am from Lying Buddha Temple and would like to know who is the enemy of the monk."    

    

Withdraw from the kill?    

    

Since killing was forbidden, why kill?    

    

Lovsky really wanted to ask this question, but the rapid loss of his life made him unable to stand anymore, and he slowly kneeled in front of the killing ring master.    

    

When the people on the road saw this scene, they thought that Lovsky was being influenced by the grand master's death and was paying respects to him.    

    

With the subordinate beside him.    

    

His subordinate was even more so prostrate, and had reached the peak of respect for the grand master.    

    

Of course, no one noticed that he was already dead.    

    

When Lovsky was about to close his eyes, he suddenly opened them!    

    

He finally understood.    

    

This grandmaster might be the one who killed David Bai, stole the recipe of Hope 1, and lured Graff here alone.    

    

I just told Lovsky that he came from the Lying Buddha Temple.    

    

Lovsky raised his hand and grabbed the monk's robe. He spat out blood and mumbled, "So, it's you who killed David Bai. "We need to train Graff into a puppet, and use her as a pawn."    

    

At this point, Lovsky's life ended.    

    

He died with grievance.    

    

He was truly unwilling to die.    

    

The Martial Master then murmured to himself, hoping that his heroic soul was not far away and that he would be willing to accept it, "In order to obtain Hope 1 and support Graff as a puppet, how much benefit have we gained? How much effort have we put in this past half year? How much danger would he have to take next to deal with those monsters? Yet you, a bunch of dogs, dare to open your stomachs. Buddha Amitabha, even Buddha would find it hard to accept if your benefactor didn't die. "    

    

"Go well. Your subordinates are in the Infernal Realm, waiting for your reunion. Buddha Amitabha, Buddha is merciful, good, good. "    

    

While the Martial Master was muttering, Graff was staring at Graff's slender waist and round buttocks. She imagined the beautiful scenery of spring. After a long while, she swallowed a mouthful of saliva, turned around, and floated away.    

    

He didn't want to go.    

    

At the very least, he didn't want to leave empty-handed after staring at Graff for a while.    

    

But he had to go.    

    

Although the young woman was beautiful and extremely sexy, even more so than peaches being ripe, he could not touch her.    

    

All he could do was kill people.    

    

The male protagonist that taught Graff to wholeheartedly follow the Buddha could only be a Zen Master who protected her beauty and Lying Buddha Temple.    

    

Just as the martial arts master left, a few Shamei appeared, mumbling that their two benefactors were drunk, it was better for them to go back to rest.    

    

A few minutes later, the two corpses were gone.    

    

Even the blood on the ground had disappeared.    

    

The wind, mixed with the noise on the other side of the river, swept across the water and carried away the last of the blood.    

    

The sky had finally turned completely dark.    

    

Graff finally felt cold and turned around slowly. She raised her hand to support her headset and said lightly, "I'm going back."    

    

Lovsky's voice came over the headset: "Ok." "Eldest sister-in-law, go ahead. I will protect you in the dark."    

    

After Lovsky finished speaking, he even coughed a few times.    

    

It sounded like he had caught a cold, and there was something wrong with his voice.    

    

However, Graff didn't seem to care at all.    

    

Not to mention he had a cold, even if he was killed by Jack's killer, Graff wouldn't feel the slightest bit of sadness.    

    

The hotel where Graff stayed was not far away, but it was not too close either.    

    

Walking, about forty minutes.    

    

Normally, even if Graff didn't drive a car, she still had to take a taxi.    

    

Tonight, she didn't want to ride.    

    

Taking advantage of this sexy, mature but even more repulsive stinky skin, walking around more when he was still free was also his last good memory.    

    

When Graff reached an intersection, she turned her head and gave him a quick glance.    

    

A few dozen meters behind her, there was a person wearing a green and gray monastic robe, wearing the same kind of bamboo hat that the people here liked to wear.    

    

She knew, it was Lovsky.    

    

If Lovsky wanted to be a oriole that preyed on mantises, pretending to be one of Buddha's pilgrims and staying at the Lying Buddha Temple was the best choice.    

    

The Lying Buddha Temple was Bangkok, the largest temple, it took up a considerable amount of land, had numerous monks, and belonged to both the country and the country.    

    

Every day, as many as a hundred worshippers came to receive the guest monks.    

    

It was said that Lying Buddha Temple received the most number of followers in a single day, reaching over a thousand. Who would suspect that Lovsky was a oriole hidden in the shadows?    

    

Graff laughed scornfully and turned her head to continue walking.    

    

After walking for another few hundred meters, he reached a rather famous street in Bangkok. There were many bars that had a demon that specialized in performing in the country.    

    

The tourists from all over the world slowly moved forward while chatting and laughing as the lights went on.    

    

Graff, of course, was not interested in any of this. As she dodged a monk approaching her, she carried something in her arms.    

    

It was a small backpack.    

    

She was surprised for a moment, but then she heard the monk's sinister voice, "Go back to the hotel and look again!"    

    

Before Graff could react, the monk had already left.    

    

In the blink of an eye, he was gone.    

    

"What exactly is in this backpack?"    

    

With this question in her mind, Graff quickened her pace.    

    

Ten minutes later, she arrived at the entrance of the hotel lobby and looked back.    

    

Lovsky had already stopped his footsteps and stood in the shadows under the trees by the roadside.    

    

Watching Graff walk into the hall, Lovsky let out a chuckle.    

    

That smile was actually very soft and lovely.    

    

There was even a trace of uncontrollable glee on his face, "If you want to become a puppet, that is your fate. Then, you can only be a puppet for Li Man. Not those false monks. Alas, if he interfered in this matter against Landlady and the King's dual summons, the consequences would be severe. I hope they understand my pains. Sigh, the Night God has a hard time. "    

    

Unfortunately, Graff didn't hear two consecutive sighs.    

    

In the guest room.    

    

Under the light.    

    

Graff looked at the contents of the backpack as her pale face gradually turned red.    

    

His eyes flickered with embarrassment and annoyance.    

    

She bit her lips and cursed under her breath, "Despicable!"    

    

She raised her hand and swept the newest love dress to the ground.    

    

However, there was an envelope floating down.