The Ultimate Villain of Fantasy chapter 1077

The Ultimate Villain of Fantasy
Page 1077
Anyi intuitively guessed that Zhao Yuzhi immediately denied it: “Absolutely not, he is too young, how could he be able to die just by relying on a stone pillar?”
Zhao Yuzhi denied it in a serious tone, and his appearance seemed a bit too much. If he was afraid that Ye Ping would be caught and sent to the demon clan, then he was even more frightened that Ye had lost his memory.
That is the future Demon Venerable of the Demon Race, and now bears the great cause of restoration on his shoulders, how can he lose his memory?
When Ye Ping woke up again, he actually heard the sound of a bell coming from a distance.
He covered his head with a headache, only to realize that his hair had been shaved.
His head was wrapped in layers of thick gauze, and even blood was pouring out.
He sat by the bed for a while before asking in a hoarse voice, “What is this place?”
The only answer to him was an empty room with a simple table and chairs and a bed.
Ye Ping stood up and poured it himself: drink the water on the table, but did not expect the “buzz” in his mind
a moment.
Like quicksand sinking into it, it disappeared quickly, and many of the past were swirling away.
He stood there for a while, before remembering that he was going to pour water.
Just as the tea bowl with a broken mouth was filled, I heard the chatter coming from far away from the door.
“Where did you pick it up, how dare anyone bring it to the temple, be careful that your master will scold you!”
A voice with a bit of exasperation said, and only a soft voice was heard, and the submissive little monk replied: “The disciple saw the donor lying on the side of the road with a cut on his head, and he was afraid that he would not be able to live there. , that’s why I came back.”
“Hey, Brother Shi! Just help out and find a doctor to treat him, otherwise what will happen to people who are stupid?”
After he finished speaking, Brother Shi turned back and glared at him fiercely.
Chapter 1256 Little Monk
“It’s just that you can talk when you open your mouth, right? You’re kind-hearted, and the living Buddha is reincarnated! Okay!”
The elder brother reprimanded him a few words loudly, without caring about his face.
Only then did the little monk shut up, bowing his head aggrievedly, followed behind his brother and pushed the door in.
At this time, Ye Ping had finished drinking a bowl of water and continued to lie on the bed pretending to be asleep.
As soon as the little monk saw it, he hurried up to help him cover the quilt.
“Senior brother, you see that he is so pitiful, so I asked the doctor to come and treat him well…”
“Humph,”
The monk flicked his sleeves, “Didn’t he bandage it all again? It’s sure to be fine. I’ll report this to Master first, and let him make the next decision.”
“it is good.”
The little monk stared at him with bright eyes, the elder brother sighed irritably, and opened the door to go out.
This junior and junior fellow is really stupid and pitiful, and treats everyone with heart and soul, so he is always bullied by his peers.
Chopping wood and burning fire, carrying water and sweeping the floor, those… fellow disciples always ask him to do it when they have work.
“Master, this time, Zhining didn’t know where he brought a child back, and he was covered in blood.”
He said in a thick voice to the gray-bearded old monk in front of him: “I don’t know what identity it is, whether it will bring us disaster…”
“All right,”
The old monk interrupted what he was going to say next, “Go and see a doctor. Since it’s a child, let’s ask him when he wakes up.”
“Yes.”
“By the way, don’t report this matter to the host.”
The old monk looked at the immortal appearance of the thief, and gave a special warning.
“Master, you are awake”
When Zhi Ning saw the person on the bed trembling, he rushed up and asked, “How do you feel now if you want to drink water and your head still hurts? His voice is tender and full of ardent hope.
Ye Ping’s eyes turned sour, he waved his hand and said, “I’m fine, by the way, where did you meet me?”
Ye Ping squinted his eyes and sat up, he felt that something important in his mind passed quickly, but he couldn’t remember it no matter how much he thought about it.
“By the moat, you’re lying in the grass with blood all over your clothes.”
The amazing little monk with bright eyes shook his clothes and said, “I’ll change your clothes for you. They’ve been washed and dried.”
“Um.”
Ye Ping nodded, it was the first time he had seen such a warm stranger.
After resting for a while… Feeling that the headache eased, Ye Ping began to try to recall some past events.
But most of my memory is blank.
“By the way, little donor, what’s your name?”
Ye Ping’s mind was blank, but he said in a ghostly manner: “Ye Ping, an ordinary homonym.”
“Oh.”