"It's a small Licheng city. Will they still be able to get what I want?"
Mo Wentian's eyes were filled with cold light, and he said coldly.
"Boss, I understand!"
"I know what to do!"
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Xiaojiao understood instantly.
The next moment, looking at the young man, Xiaojiao's eyes suddenly turned cold.
"Little bastard, my condition for you, Grandpa Jiao, is..."
"I'm just going to kill you!"
A cold voice sounded, and the killing intent in Xiao Jiao's eyes burst out.
"The dragon swings its tail!"
"die!"
The next moment, Xiaojiao shouted coldly, and his figure quickly circled in the void.
"No… "
"You can't kill me. I am the young city lord of Licheng, and my father is the city lord of Licheng. If you kill me, my father will definitely not let you go!"
Seeing the familiar dragon waving its tail and heading towards him, the young man's eyes were full of fear.
His body was trembling, and what was worse, with the young man at the center, a fishy smell filled the air.
I saw that the place where he was was wet.
"Eh... This young city lord is usually so arrogant and domineering, but now he is scared to death by a monster in the early stage of the Heavenly King. It's really ridiculous!"
"Evil people will always be punished. In Licheng, don't he usually bully many people?"
"The Shenlong's move today is really a big favor to Licheng's favorites!"
"A strong man in the late stage of the Heavenly King dare not fight back in front of the monsters in the early stage of the Heavenly King. What is the difference between this and trash!"
…
In front of the inn, countless warriors looked at the young man with contempt in their eyes.
Some warriors' faces were extremely happy.
Listening to the young man's words, the evil smile on Xiao Jiao's lips became even stronger.
The next moment, the figure flashed, and a tail dozens of feet in size swung directly at the young man's head.
"you you you… "
The young man looked at the oncoming little dragon with disbelief in his eyes.
"boom… "
An explosion-like sound came.
I saw the young man's head exploding in the void, red and white things shooting out, and the strong smell of blood quickly filled the air.
The little dragon swung its tail and blew up the young man's head, and even his soul didn't have time to escape.
"Boss, mission accomplished!"
At this moment, Xiaojiao's figure flashed and appeared beside Mo Wentian.
Looking at Mo Wentian, his eyes flashed and he said happily.
"Yes, Not Bad!"
Mo Wentian nodded and said coldly.
"Boss, there is also the remaining waiter in the shop. How should we deal with this person?"
As if remembering something, Xiaojiao looked at Mo Wentian, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and said in a deep voice.
"Of course this person needs to be dealt with, don't worry!"
Mo Wentian glanced at the waiter with contempt, and then said indifferently.
"Boss..."
Xiaojiao opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but looking at Mo Wentian's calm expression, Xiaojiao knew that Mo Wentian had his own plan.
When the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.
"Young City Lord is dead!"
The next moment, an exclamation sounded in front of the inn.
As this exclamation sounded, the inside and outside of the inn were instantly disrupted.
"Who is this person? He actually dared to kill the young city lord. If the city lord finds out, the city lord will go crazy!"
"I think we should leave quickly, lest the city lord comes and harms us!"
"Go quickly, go quickly!"
…
Inside and outside the inn, figures one after another left quickly.
The inn that was crowded with people just now was empty within a few breaths.
"you… "
"You, you, you... you killed the young city lord!"
The waiter, who was flattering the Young City Master just now, also wanted to run away, but at this moment he found that his body was shaking so much that he didn't even have the strength to lift his feet and leave.
Looking at Mo Wentian, the waiter's eyes were full of fear.
Especially when he thought about his attitude towards Mo Wentian and others just now, his whole body fell to the ground.
The young city lord had already been killed by Mo Wentian, which made the waiter feel chilly in his heart.
The young city lord died, and he died in front of him. He seemed to be able to imagine Chengzhu, who was crazy and angry.
"I never like people to be arrogant and arrogant in front of me. I have given him the opportunity to shut up, but it is a pity that he did not seize it!"
"This is no wonder this emperor!"
"What's more, he is looking for death. If he dies, he will die!"
Looking at the waiter in front of him, Mo Wentian's voice was extremely indifferent.
He is just the son of the lord of a small city in the Tianniu tribe. If he dies, he will die!
There are a total of 108 cities in the Tianniu tribe, and each city has a city lord.
The higher the ranking, the stronger the strength; conversely, the lower the ranking, the weaker the strength.
And this Licheng City ranks 106th among the 108 cities of the Tianniu Clan.
The city lord of Licheng could not reach the perfection level of a heavenly king.
"If you die, you will die?"
The waiter felt his body trembling for a while.
At this moment, I don't know whether it was because of fear or for some reason, but the waiter's face was so pale that there was no trace of blood at all.
That is the son of the Lord of Licheng City, so he will die if he dies
"Sir, I... I know I was wrong, please forgive me!"
"These are the fifty artifacts you gave me to stay in the hotel just now. I will give them back to you!"
"In addition, I will also give you two mid-level king-level artifacts!"
The next moment, the waiter seemed to remember something, and an extremely cold light flashed in his eyes.
With a pop, he knelt in front of Mo Wentian and begged for mercy.
As he said that, he actually took out Mo Wentian's fifty artifacts, plus two mid-stage king-level artifacts.
"King-level mid-term artifact?"
Hearing this, Mo Wentian raised an evil smile on his lips.
A mid-level king-level artifact, shouldn't he ask Tianque
"Boss, what nonsense are you talking to this guy about?"
"He is so powerful, just kill him directly!"
The little dragon's figure flashed and landed on Mo Wentian's shoulder, saying in a deep voice.
"Grandpa Shenlong, don't kill me!"
"Do not kill me!"
After listening to Xiaojiao's words, the waiter turned his eyes towards Xiaojiao, kowtowed and begged for mercy.
"Little Jiao, I leave this to you!"
"I, the emperor, go back to the room first!"
Mo Wentian's eyes flashed coldly and he said coldly.
Then he took a step forward and walked directly upstairs.
"Boss, it will be ready soon!"
Xiaojiao said with an evil smile on his face.
Then Xiaojiao's figure flashed, and a phantom headed directly towards the waiter's chest.
"ah… "
A scream sounded.
Immediately, the waiter's body fell directly to the ground.
A hole the size of a bowl appeared in his chest, blood surged out, and a strong smell of blood filled the air.