The onlookers had strange expressions on their faces. Their companion was hit like this, but these two people could still laugh. Who are they?
Zhang Wei, who had always been shameless, put away his smile, squatted down, reached out his hand, and patted the unconscious Kong Yiji.
"Kong Yiji, wake up, wake up..."
Kong Yiji was motionless and seemed to have fallen into a deep coma.
"Your strength is too weak, look at me"
Hui Hai showed no compassion for monks and stepped on Kong Yiji's broken leg.
The sound of bones crunching made the onlookers' hair stand on end. They wondered whether they were friends or enemies. Should they be so cruel?
Zhang Wei also looked at Hui Hai in surprise, when did his good gay friend become so cruel.
Now that my cultivation has been ruined, for the sake of safety, I will stay away from this good friend in the future.
"Ouch, it hurts me so much, it hurts me so much, Holy Monk, please take your feet away..."
Kong Yiji grimaced in pain and kept wailing.
Hui Hai calmly let go of his legs and called out Amitabha, thinking that he had done something good just now.
Including Zhang Wei, all the passers-by subconsciously took a step back. Damn, this bald guy is crazy.
"Ah, Holy Monk, I didn't offend you, why did you crush my legs!"
Under the pain, Kong Yiji's mind was not working well and he forgot what happened before.
Hui Hai walked lightly to the confused delivery boy, reached out and patted the delivery boy on the shoulder.
"You should understand that he was the one who bumped into you. I won't bear the blame."
Kong Yiji suddenly remembered what had just happened. He was delayed in crossing the road because he looked at a woman who corrupted customs. He crossed the road too late and was hit by a car.
"I, I didn't mean it, really, I didn't mean it."
The delivery boy said nervously that in order to rush for time, he drove the battery car too fast and unexpectedly hit someone.
His monthly income is only four thousand. If the other party wants to blackmail him, his work this year will be in vain.
"Hey, I, my leg is broken"
Kong Yiji looked at the delivery man with a twisted expression, as if he wanted to blackmail him for the rest of his life.
As a confident habitual criminal who always wanted to steal things, Kong Yiji was never one to suffer losses. In today's matter, he would not give up until the other party suffered a lot of bleeding.
Passers-by looked at the food delivery man with sympathy. It would be a bad thing not to pay tens of thousands for an injury like this that broke his leg.
"I, I will compensate"
After gritting his teeth, the delivery boy shed tears of sadness. He worked extremely hard every day and ran on the road like he was dying. He finally saved a little money and planned to find a girlfriend. But now, everything was gone.
"Hey, why doesn't it hurt?"
Kong Yiji suddenly found that the pain in his leg was gone. He stood up, lifted up his robe, lifted his leg and shook it. Except for a little numbness, he didn't feel anything bad.
Remembering that the holy monk stepped on his leg just now, he, who was not too bad at thinking, realized clearly that it was the holy monk who saved him.
"Thank you, holy monk, for helping me heal my leg."
Kong Yiji bowed his hand to Hui Hai to express his gratitude.
Zhang Wei suddenly realized.
Passers-by suddenly realized that they were wrongly blaming the bald man.
The delivery boy, who thought he was going to be doomed, suddenly felt relieved.
Hui Hai, who suddenly turned from a lunatic to a good person, recited Amitabha and strode away.
Passers-by looked at him with respect. This master is so awesome that he can heal people with his feet.
Zhang Wei naturally followed suit.
Kong Yiji wanted to ask the delivery boy for an explanation, but when he saw the two of them leaving, he hurriedly followed them.
The relieved deliveryman picked up the battery cart that had fallen on the ground and walked away.
Passers-by continue to be passers-by.
Five minutes later, in a Porsche Cayenne, Hui Hai was driving, Zhang Wei was sitting in the passenger seat, and Kong Yiji was sitting in the back seat, with his hands on his knees, as obediently as a primary school student.
"Where are you going?"
Zhang Wei asked puzzledly.
“You’ll know when you get there”
Huihai is mysterious.
Zhang Wei rolled his eyes and looked out the window.
About thirty minutes later, the Porsche Cayenne entered a pretty good neighborhood.
It was already evening, and the three of them came out of the underground parking lot. It was already getting dark.
Hui Hai pointed to Building 4, with a rare warmth on his face.
"this is my house"
Zhang Wei was stunned for a moment, then realized that Hui Hai was a married monk.
"Wait a minute and ask your sister-in-law to make drunken shrimp for you."
Huihai's face was full of smiles, like a happy husband or a monk.
Zhang Wei secretly laughed in his heart. The despicable Hui Hai Bald Donkey in his impression was still a love interest.
At this time, a Maserati sports car drove past the road in the community and entered the parking lot.
Zhang Wei noticed that Hui Hai's expression changed.
"What's wrong?"
Hui Hai trembled, then strode after him.
Zhang Wei, who rarely saw Hui Hai like this, followed him curiously.
Kong Yiji was stunned for a few seconds and then followed.
In the parking lot, when Zhang Wei arrived, he found Hui Hai standing on the side of an Audi car, looking at a shaking Maserati sports car in the corner not far away, motionless.
Damn it, my sister-in-law is stealing someone!
Zhang Wei was confused.
Kong Yiji, who had never seen a car shake before, stared at the shaking car in surprise with his eyes wide open.
Ten minutes later, before the car trembled, Hui Hai turned around and walked out.
Zhang Wei was shocked that Hui Hai could endure such a thing. This was still the Hui Hai he knew.
When he came outside, Zhang Wei found Hui Hai squatting in a dark corner smoking. He looks like a bastard who dares to be angry but dare not speak out when he catches his wife having an affair with his boss.
"Brother, look at it, you've done this kind of thing a lot, haven't you?"
Zhang Wei said with relief.
Hui Hai threw the cigarette on the ground and sighed.
"I have been away from home and messing around outside. I have long been mentally prepared for being raped, but when I actually encountered it, I still felt bad."
Zhang Wei didn't know what to say. Unless the person involved thought about it, it would be useless for others to say ten thousand words.
"I have been married to her for more than ten years, and our relationship has always been very good..."
Huihai told her love story like a resentful woman.
Zhang Wei was deeply moved when he heard this, and Hui Hai also had moments of innocence.
I don’t know how long it took, but Masala drove out of the parking lot, and the car door opened. A middle-aged woman in her thirties, with long hair, wearing a bohemian dress, average appearance, and a bit bloated figure. Come out inside.
"My dear, I will pick you up tomorrow"
A manly voice came from the car.
The middle-aged woman turned her head and gave her a wink.
"It's actually a foreign devil"
Kong Yiji emerged from the darkness and exclaimed.
The middle-aged woman was startled, covering her chest, and asked in surprise: "Who are you?"
The car door on the other side opened, and a strong foreign man about forty years old, 1.78 meters tall, walked out.
Kong Yiji, who was only 1.6 meters tall, looked like a child in front of him.
