My husband is a time traveler!

Chapter 107 Li Meng ()

Wan Yanjing has always been sensitive, suspicious, and cautious. Under normal circumstances, she would definitely hide in the house. No matter whether it was Hong Lin, Mo Li, Yuan Shi, or Hong Jun outside, she would not pay attention to it. Even if there was life-saving medicine in front of her, She will also repeatedly weigh whether this is a trap set by others.

If she was going to die immediately in the next second, or not knowing whether she would die in a month, she would of course choose the latter.

But since she was able to see Huo Xiang's past in a dream, she has become much bolder in her actions, and her actions are also tainted with Huo Xiang's characteristics. She seems to have a plan, but in fact she is crazy like a gambler.

Only then did she realize that something was wrong. Huo Xiang acted wantonly because he had the strength and liked to repeatedly jump on the edge of death to find a sense of existence.

But she is different. Smoothness and stability suit her best.

Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and Wanyanjing's heart rang alarm bells, but her face remained calm, and the smile on her lips was even bigger, which was in line with the surprise of a critically ill patient when she heard that she could still be saved.

"Thank you, Master, thank you Master. But Master is about to go out. Has my daughter bothered Master? If she has caused trouble to Master, I would be too worried about it. Master, you can go do some business first. After Master has finished his business, I will go after my daughter takes a bath and changes clothes." How about a visit?"

Wan Yanjing carefully thought about her words and felt that they were perfect and there were no omissions.

Unexpectedly, the old monk in front of him did not act according to common sense.

"Amitabha, to be honest with you, madam, I traveled here just because of the disaster at Wufeng Mountain. I heard that the villain was extremely cruel. Life and death during this trip are unpredictable. If I miss this time, I may not see you again. The consultation only takes a moment, madam. Don’t worry too much, if I can save my wife’s life, I will have a good relationship.”

Uh……

Wanyanjing couldn't find any flaw in his words. She took the initiative to ask for help, but at this moment, she was riding a tiger and couldn't get off.

"It's too noisy here to break the pulse. My guest room is next door. Madam, please move."

Why does he always want her to move? Is there any big treasure in his room that he wants her to see?

The weirdness in my heart is even worse.

Wan Yanjing took two steps back to her guest room, put her hand on the door frame, and awkwardly discussed with him:

"My little girl has poor eyesight and may not be able to go with Master. If Master doesn't mind, can you come to my room?"

If this were said in another place and with another person, a lot of misunderstandings and daydreams might arise.

But here there is only inexplicable tension.

Mo Li's eyes swept over Wanyan's calm face, the knife in her arms, and landed on the seemingly ordinary room layout behind her. He was silent for a long time, wondering what he was thinking about.

Why didn't he speak?

Wanyanjing secretly thought something was wrong.

Why did Monk Mo Li, who didn't know the truth, want to lure her out? Where do you want to deceive her?

The thirty-sixth stratagem was the best one. Wanyanjing suddenly frowned and covered her abdomen.

"I'm sorry, Master, I'm rude, I'm a little anxious. We'll talk later..." She spoke quickly, and quickly tried to close the door with her hands.

But Monk Mo Li moved faster and stretched out a palm to grab her directly. Wanyanjing even heard the whistling sound of his robe sleeves.

He hit the wooden door of the guest room with all his strength, smashing it into pieces.

Wanyanjing, who was behind the door, suddenly felt an irresistible terrifying force coming from her. Her palms twisted unnaturally in an instant, and she felt heartbreaking pain. She turned pale and involuntarily stepped back, bumping into someone who was not far from the door. The distant stove fell to the ground together with the stove.

Fortunately the stove was out.

This loud noise silenced the entire inn, and soon the panicked voices of guests and servants could be heard downstairs. The boss didn't know martial arts, so he guessed that there was a fight between martial arts people upstairs, so he went directly to the government office. Shake people off. No one dared to go upstairs to check. The guests upstairs also closed their doors tightly, and some bold ones peeked out through the cracks in the door.

"Amitabha, there is no talisman formation. It turns out that I have been worrying too much." The old monk murmured, moved his beads and walked into Wanyanjing's room.

Wanyan Jing gritted her teeth, got up unsteadily from the ground, and straightened her bent left wrist with her right hand. Her fierce and decisive attitude made Mo Li look at her with special eyes.

Sanjiu took out the sheath, holding the handle of the knife tightly and pointing the blade at the old monk according to the sound.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?"

"Why do you ask Madam? My name is Mo Li. Didn't you invite me into your room to treat you? Why would Madam refuse you thousands of miles away if I went there happily?" Monk Mo Li's voice was as steady and warm as ever. , but the conversation changed in the next second, "It's just that Madam is too ignorant. How could she make such a big fuss and even cause the innkeeper to find someone to repair the door."

"For the sake of everyone, Mrs. Wang should be obedient and follow me."

Before she finished speaking, Wanyanjing heard the sound of the sleeves of her robe breaking through the air again. She was much stronger than before and recognized that this old monk was an innate warrior. He was not yet a master. He should be defeated by Wang Xiaolan and Shi Piansheng, but he was definitely not. She can handle it.

The only good news is that the old monk doesn't seem to want to kill her, but to capture her alive.

When the old monk's palm wind came, Wanyan Jing heard the sound and swung a knife.

The old monk did not dodge or dodge, but directly touched Sanjiu with his hands.

The cold light suddenly appeared, and Wanyanjing felt the sound of the knife embedded in human tissue, and something warm and sweet splashed on her face.

"Huh?" The old monk called out in surprise and withdrew his hand in a flash of lightning.

Wanyanjing gasped, her unfocused eyes drifting forward, and traces of blood rolled down Sanjiu's blade.

"I was careless. You have such a good knife. No wonder you came out of Shilan Wasteland."

Wan Yanjing heard the wind hitting her shoulder from the left and continued to block with her knife.

As an innate warrior, the old monk could easily knock her out and take her away even if she had a sword. But at this time, Mo Li was not in a hurry to take her away. Instead, he took his time and traded blows with Wanyan Jing. , like a cat teasing a mouse before eating it.

"He actually taught you the Lingxi Sword Technique." Mo Li sighed as he moved his beads before making a move.

Wan Yanjing's face was solemn, her ears were alert to his every move, and she said nothing.

"But that's it..."

The next second, a fierce and burning fist hit Wan Yanjing's shoulder. The sound of bone cracking and Sanjiu falling to the ground were infinitely amplified in her ears.

The punch was hard enough, and Wanyanjing was hit directly against the wall. She retracted her previous guess that the old monk didn't want to kill her.

Is it okay if you change your mind now and are willing to follow the lead honestly?

The collision between the back of her head and the wall made her world tremble, swallowing her consciousness instantly.

(End of this chapter)