The monk’s rabbit roasting skills were quite decent. The surface fat sizzled away, forming small bubbles. He ground the salt into finer grains and sporadically sprinkled a few, filling the temple hall with a crisp, peppery aroma.
Gu Jiao smacked her lips.
From originally drawing circles, her doodles had gradually transformed to depict roasted rabbit, braised rabbit, spicy rabbit head, and chilled rabbit meat...
In fact, there were also several skewers of roasted mushrooms on the rack.
But Gu Jiao only wanted to eat rabbit.
Finally, the rabbit meat was ready.
The monk pulled a sharp knife from the wide sleeves of his robe, about to cut off a rabbit leg, when suddenly an ominous aura invaded the space outside the temple.
Gu Jiao’s eyes sharpened, and she stood up.
The sky was not that dark yet, but the horizon was a murky gray, casting an ill omen over the scene.
The aura of menace approached rapidly, accompanied by the sound of something sweeping through the leaves in the woods.
It was the sound of light-footed agility.
Even faster than Gu Chengfeng’s!
You should know, Gu Chengfeng’s agility was enough to leave the Dragon Shadow Guard in the dust.
The commotion stopped right at the open space outside the temple.
Gu Jiao sensed three presences, all were true Predator Wolves, and among them, one aura even faintly surpassed the others!
"Whoever’s inside, come out here!"
One of the three called out coldly.
Gu Jiao had already seen through the slightly ajar door: although the three individuals had disguised themselves, the swords at their waists matched those of the six brocade-clad guards from the other day.
They were from the Crown Prince’s household.
The monk sat cross-legged on the ground, serenely roasting meat, as if he hadn’t heard a thing.
"Stop hiding! Do you have the guts to kill but not to admit it?"
Gu Jiao snatched up the Red-Tasseled Spear from the ground and, with her aura fully released, stepped outside.
The spear in her hand planted heavily into the ground, the force causing the earth to seem to quiver.
The pupils of the three men simultaneously flickered with surprise, evidently not expecting their quarry to be such a young boy.
The strongest man among them wore a purple cloak, while the other two wore black.
The man in the purple cloak spoke in a cold voice, "Was it you who killed the brocade-clad guards of the Crown Prince’s household?"
Gu Jiao raised an eyebrow and replied, "So what if it was me? But, you’re not even bothering to hide your identity now, are you?"
The man in the purple cloak said disdainfully, "Hmph, why bother hiding anything from a dead man?"
Gu Jiao looked at him and said, "Pretty arrogant, aren’t we?"
The guard to the left said, "You’re the arrogant one, kid! You dare kill the Crown Prince’s people. Who sent you here?"
The guard to the right chimed in, "Xu Er, could we be mistaken? This kid doesn’t look like he could have killed six brocade-clad guards."
The young boy before them was too young, too tender, and while his aura was strong, it surely wasn’t strong enough to kill six brocade-clad guards in one go.
The man in the purple cloak squinted dangerously, "Kid, do you have accomplices?"
"So what if I do? What if I don’t? What’s it to you?"
"We’ve spent five days tracking you down here, and I must say, you do have some skills. But it ends here. Today is the day you die!"
"I don’t know about my own date of death, but I’ve calculated yours," replied Gu Jiao unflinchingly, surveying the three with audacious bravado. "Are you going to take turns, or are all three of you coming at once?"
The hatred spiked to its peak!
The man in the purple cloak let out a lethal sneer, "Kid, if you want to die sooner, we’ll oblige! All together now!"
Gu Jiao raised her other hand, not holding the Red-Tasseled Spear, making a stopping gesture, "Hold on, I didn’t say I wanted to fight you."
The three were taken aback.
Quick as a flash, Gu Jiao darted back into the decrepit temple, hiding behind the monk and poking her head out. She pointed at the monk and said, "You, fight him!"
The monk: "..."
The three men: "..."
With the temple hall smelling of roasted meat and mushrooms, the monk didn’t want to disrupt the results of his hour-long efforts. He got up and walked outside.
The man in the purple cloak huffed, "So it’s a monk! What’s your relation to that kid?"
Impatiently sighing, the monk replied, "If you want to fight, then fight. If not, then leave. I don’t like idle talk."
The guard on the right scoffed, "One more arrogant than the next, watch out!"
He was the first to charge at the monk.
Gu Jiao munched on the delicious rabbit meat while observing the fight unfold before her.
She had killed two Predator Wolves before, one with the help of an auxiliary, and one after removing a peace amulet, getting seriously injured each time.
For the first time, she was observing the Predator Wolves from the perspective of a bystander.
Such incredible speed!
Not comparable to those six brocade-clad guards.
His fist was at the monk’s face in the blink of an eye.
Was the monk too late to dodge, why wasn’t he moving?
Wouldn’t the monk get concussed by that punch?
The wind from the fist blew back the monk’s robes as he stared unblinkingly at his opponent. Just as the fist nearly broke his nose, the monk suddenly raised his hand and caught the attacker’s wrist.
"Gentlemen, you shouldn’t disturb a monk’s meal."
With no fancy moves, he simply threw the opponent out.
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