"Boy, the City Lord will be here soon!"
"If you don't let me go and the Lord of the City comes, it will be your death!"
The figure who was strangled into a twist looked at Mo Wentian with a cold look in his eyes and said sternly.
"Little Jiao, this old bastard talks too much!"
"I don't want to listen to his nonsense!"
Hearing this, Mo Wentian's handsome face frowned slightly and he said in a cold voice.
"Understood, boss!"
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Xiaojiao didn't hesitate at all. The figure hovered in the void again for several weeks, strangling the figure in his body tighter and tighter.
The figure's face turned red from the pain, and his body couldn't help but tremble.
Mo Wentian's guess was correct. The old guy He Wu brought Mo Wentian to Luo Jing'an with no good intentions.
As soon as he entered the Tianzi room, He Wu revealed his true colors.
He sent people to immediately surround the Tianzi room where Mo Wentian and others lived.
And he wanted to walk towards the door of the inn.
What Mo Wentian hates most is hypocritical people like He Wu. At this moment, Xiaojiao's figure flashed.
Then He Wu was imprisoned in the Tianzi Room. Xiaojiao's cultivation had reached the perfection of the Heavenly King, and was only one step away from the early stage of the Emperor.
His speed was so fast that not even the afterimages of the Source City disciples who were surrounding him outside the inn were seen.
Then, the scene in the Tianzi Room just now appeared.
"Boss, why don't we just kill this old guy!"
The figure of the little dragon hovered in the void again for several weeks.
I thought it was very interesting at first, but after hovering for a few weeks, the light in Xiaojiao's eyes dimmed. He looked at Mo Wentian and said in a deep voice.
"Don't you like playing with him very much? Then go around him two more times and play!"
"Such an old guy, if he doesn't play more, how can he be worthy of the performance he put in so much effort just now!"
Mo Wentian looked at Xiaojiao, grinned slightly, and said with an indifferent expression.
"Boss..."
Hearing this, Xiaojiao's face was full of helplessness. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
"Who is it? Who killed my Qier, get out of here!"
"get out!"
At this moment, an angry voice resounded throughout the Luojing Inn.
"Boss, people are here!"
A flash of light flashed in Huantian's eyes.
"Just in time!"
The corner of Mo Wentian's mouth raised slightly, and an evil smile spread.
"Little Jiao, Huantian, go out and take a look!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian looked at Xiaojiao and Huantian, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he took a step forward and walked directly downstairs.
Xiaojiao and Huantian were stunned for a moment, then came to their senses and quickly followed.
In Xiaojiao's arms, the figure that was twisted into a knot was dragged directly by the tail of Xiaojiao.
"Boy, today is the day you die!"
"Our City Lord is a strong man at the peak of the Heavenly King. No matter how strong you are, you will not be our City Lord's opponent!"
He Wu's neck was released and he quickly screamed.
Looking at Mo Wentian, his eyes flashed with cold eyes.
"Shut up!"
Hearing this extremely noisy sound, Xiaojiao felt it was extremely harsh. Without any hesitation, he flicked his tail and slapped He Wu directly in the face.
"ah… "
"Little snake, you..."
The sudden twitch of Xiaojiao made He Wu stunned for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he screamed in agony.
At this moment, in the depths of his eyes, there was a terrifying killing intent.
After a few breaths, Mo Wentian and others appeared in front of the inn.
Mo Wentian walked briskly, his face full of indifference.
"Lord City Lord, it was him, this kid who killed Junior Brother He Qi!"
At this moment, He Wu looked at He Yuan and said crazily.
"Boy, is that you?"
"Did you kill my Qi'er?"
Hearing He Wu's words, He Yuan was slightly stunned. When he came to his senses, his eyes fell on Mo Wentian.
When He Wu said that Mo Wentian was the one who killed He Qi, He Yuan really couldn't believe it.
After all, no matter how he looked at it, Mo Wentian's cultivation was only in the early stage of Heavenly King.
In his opinion, no matter how evil you are in talent, your cultivation is only in the early stage of Heavenly King. The cultivation level in the early stage of Heavenly King, and the power exerted by no matter how evil you are, is only comparable to the middle stage of Heavenly King.
But what he didn't know was that Mo Wentian could not only be described as a monster.
"That's right, it was me who killed him!"
A cold voice sounded, and an extremely cold gleam rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.
He Yuan's questioning words made him sound very unhappy.
Today, he not only wanted to kill He Qi, but also He Wu, the tipper. He Yuan, in his eyes, Mo Wentian, had also become a dead body!
"Boy, you are really brave!"
"You dare to kill my Qi'er, I want you to die today!"
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, murderous intent suddenly surged in He Yuan's eyes.
The aura on his body couldn't help but surge at this moment.
"Yeah?"
"Old man, before I kill you, I have one more thing to do!"
As if he remembered something, the corners of Mo Wentian's lips curved into an evil smile.
"You hypocritical bitch, die!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian's eyes were seen falling on He Wu.
Without the slightest hesitation, Mo Wentian punched He Wu directly in the head.
"Lord City Lord, save me!"
"Save me, Lord City Lord!"
"ah… "
"No… "
…
Screams for mercy could be heard one after another. Looking at He Yuan, He Wu's eyes were full of pleading.
But at this moment, He Yuan's body did not move at all, and his eyes were extremely dull.
It was as if He Wu's death had nothing to do with him at all.
"boom… "
The next moment, a violent explosion sounded, and in the void, He Wu's head exploded, and red and white things shot out in all directions.
Immediately, a strong smell of blood filled the air instantly.
"Dead, He Wu was also killed by this kid!"
"One punch can make you a mid-stage king. This kid is too evil!"
"This He Wu is really unjust. He originally wanted to imprison this boy and these two monsters, and wanted to claim credit in front of the city lord, but who would have thought that he did not receive the credit, but his life was lost. !”
"Who can be blamed for this? If he is to blame, he can only blame himself for being too greedy!"
"It's really a waste of money!"
…
The strong smell of blood came, and the figures couldn't help but shook their heads and started talking instantly.