The wolf pack surrounded them, dragging them down into unknown dangers, even forcing Dowager Empress Xiao to risk her life to use all her inner strength. This was truly a do-or-die moment.
So, Little Meat Bun was bearing a heavy responsibility and was very anxious!
As for Little Monk Bu Jie, he was not to be relied upon. That little monk wouldn't kill a fly; expecting the kind-faced Little Monk Bu Jie to slay wolves? That's pure fantasy! You could serve wolf meat on a platter, and he might take a bite, but doing the killing himself? Forget it!
After all, he's a monk, staunchly upholding his principle of non-violence!
At most, he might chant the Rebirth Mantra for the wolf carcasses...
Little Meat Bun was frantic, slapping his tender white arms with loud claps.
But this trick proved ineffective, his fair little arms were turning red from all the slapping, yet the tattoo-like tiger and tortoise stubbornly refused to react at all!
