"Stop, stop, I am the son of the chief priest of Tianyang Temple, if you dare to hit me, you will die..." Long Wudang's clamor rang out from the crowd.
Before the words were finished, Mu Hanyan, Ling Baobao, and the little piglet jumped up at the same time, and the fists and feet of one person, one beast, and Ling Baobao's tortoise shell rained down on Long Wudang's head at the same time .
Originally, Long Wudang was mixed with the group of servants, and they even rolled and crawled, crying and howling, all of them had black noses and swollen faces like pig heads, and Mu Hanyan couldn't tell them apart.
"Woo..." Just as Long Wudang emerged, he let out another scream and lay down on the ground, with a muffled bang bang bang bang coming from his body.
Seeing this posture, no one else dared to speak.
"Don't hit me, don't hit me anymore, alas... don't hit me in the face..." Long Wudang could no longer be arrogant, and begged with tears.
"Shhh, don't talk, just concentrate on being beaten." Ling Baobao raised his fingers and said intently.
Mu Hanyan staggered and almost fell to the ground.
Seeing the excitement in Ling Baobao's eyes, Mu Hanyan realized for the first time that this guy was so violent. However, this Long Wudang is really spineless, and he can't hold on after being beaten for a long time. It's so unreasonable to despise this kind of second-generation ancestor! Begging for mercy so soon.
Mu Hanyan felt that Ling Baobao was violent, but in the eyes of others, she was not much better.
"Forgive me, please don't fight anymore, please forgive me." Long Wudang finally couldn't bear the pain anymore, he lay on the ground with his head in his arms, begging for mercy with nosebleeds and tears.
"Stop it all." Mu Hanyan said to Ling Baobao and Xiao Ruishou.
It seems that it is almost the same, and if you continue to fight, you will die. Long Wudang is the son of the chief priest of the Tianyang Temple, and if he is really beaten to death, he will not be able to confess.
Although they still had some unfinished business, Ling Baobao and Xiao Ruishou still stopped.
"Thank you, my lord, thank you, my lord." Long Wudang was really scared of being beaten, and stepped back while wiping his nosebleeds.
The situation of the gang of followers was not much better than him, they all followed Long Wudang to retreat out of the city with trepidation.
"Wait, you want to leave because you hurt the people in our Huayu Temple?" Mu Hanyan said coldly.
"Yes, yes, we were wrong before, we apologize, apologize." Long Wudang squeezed out a smile uglier than crying, and apologized to An Xiaxin and the others repeatedly. Only after suffering under the hands of Mu Hanyan and others, can we know how vicious they are.
"Is it enough to just say an apology?" Mu Hanyan had a faint smile on his face, but there was a trace of coldness in his eyes.
Next to him, Baby Ling knocked on the turtle's shell again and again, making soft bang bang bang bangs. The sound seemed to be knocking on Long Wudang's heart, and the little boy followed suit.
The violent little piggy was even more direct, waving its paws, and almost had the word threat etched on its forehead.
"I'll pay, I'll pay." Long Wudang Fu came to his heart, and took out a lot of things, including gold and silver, herbs, pills, meteorites, miscellaneous things, and soon placed them in front of him. a lot.
As expected of the officiant's son, he must have storage space on his body, otherwise he wouldn't be able to hold so many things.
Mu Hanyan didn't care much about gold and silver, but those pills and gold made her a little curious. Just looking at the green light that involuntarily appeared in the eyes of Sikong Qinglan and others, she could guess these pills. The gold is of good quality.
What surprised Mu Hanyan the most was that there were a bunch of bottles and jars mixed in. At first, she thought it contained medicinal pills, but when she looked closely, she found it was some face powder and cheek powder. Could it be that this guy really has the habit of Long Yang? Mu Hanyan took out a handkerchief, wiped his hands again and again, thinking about changing his shoes later.
"That's all." Taking out the last porcelain bottle, Long Wudang said pitifully to Mu Hanyan.
"That's all." Ling Baobao craned his neck to take a look, said dissatisfied, and knocked on the tortoise's shell again, making Long Wudang's heart flutter again.
In fact, Long Wudang already brought out a lot of things, but they couldn't satisfy Baby Ling's appetite. It was so hard to make a move, just for such a little benefit, isn't that hard work in vain
Long Wudang looked at the followers behind him, obviously threatening. The latter understood, and quickly picked it up on his body.
Of course, their wealth is not as good as that of Long Wudang, and they have no storage space, but it is better because there are more people, and after a short time, there are piles of miscellaneous things.
"My lord, there are only so many." Looking at Mu Hanyan's face, Long Wudang said cautiously.
"Let's go." Mu Hanyan waved his hand. It can be seen that there is indeed no oil and water left on these guys.
"Thank you, my lord, thank you, my lord." Long Wudang escaped from Huayu City with a group of followers as if he was about to receive an amnesty.
After driving the carriage for more than ten miles, Long Wudang and the others breathed a sigh of relief.
"My lord, are your injuries all right?" The short-short follower came up to him and asked with concern on his face. Originally wanting to take the wound medicine, he stretched out his hand to touch it, only to realize that someone had stolen it away, so he could only withdraw his hand resentfully.
"Go away." Long Wudang was bullied like this for the first time in his life. He felt ashamed and begged for mercy with nosebleeds and tears, and was depressed. Seeing which pot he was not opening and which pot he was carrying, he was annoyed scolded. Opening his mouth, he grinned again when the wound was involved.
"That bitch, I will never let her go lightly." Long Wudang held his cheek, spat out a bloody tooth, said bitterly, and then asked, "By the way, what's the name of that bitch?" name?"
He wanted to ask the other party's name just now, but after thinking about it, he dismissed the idea. What if the other party thinks that he wants to retaliate and beat him up
Of course, that's what he really thinks, and this revenge must be avenged, but a hero doesn't suffer immediate losses, so there's no need to reveal it in advance and get beaten up again.
Those followers looked at me and I looked at you, and shook their heads.
At the beginning, Mu Hanyan was not taken seriously, so no one cared about her last name. When she found out that something was wrong, she had no chance to ask, nor did she have the courage to ask.
"A bunch of idiots!" Long Wudang was suffocating his anger and had nowhere to vent his anger. When he saw that they were all like logs, he cursed loudly.
Of course, everyone didn't dare to speak back, but they all thought in unison in their hearts: You are not stupid.