"Oh, then you continue to look for your inspiration, I still have something to do!" Mo Li nodded and got up.

"Oh, no, I haven't asked you a question yet! There is no topic, where did I get my inspiration?" The woman saw that Mo Li was about to leave, and immediately became anxious.

"Isn't today's event the best inspiration, if you still have questions, we can talk about it next time!" Mo Li chuckled, by talking to the woman, he had memorized the entire nightclub's first floor arming system, and now it was time for him to find someone!

"Today's events...... Okay, let's leave a phone call then!" the woman thought about it and agreed, but when she looked up again, she found that Mo Li was gone, the woman was startled, got up to look for it, the crowd was still swaying, and looked back at the bar, and the glass of whiskey that was left told her that she was not drunk this time!

"Is this revenge for my acting skills?" heh, man!" the woman chuckled, got up and walked out the door, she could run the monk, not the Lamborghini, and she didn't believe that Mo Li could not want this supercar!

Just when the woman wondered if what she had just happened was inspiration, Mo Li followed the little brother who had been watching the scene for a long time into the toilet.

"Hehe, have you drunk a lot, can you still talk?" Mo asked while sighing beside this little brother.

This little brother is dressed in casual clothes, and he is completely dressed as an ordinary person, but he is different from those who watch the scene on the surface, this is a strong man in the early stage of Yudan, combined with what Zhang Qirui explained before, he is the person who picked up Zhang Qirui in Zhengyang City, named Zhang Lin.

When Zhang Lin heard Mo Li's question, his originally chaotic eyes immediately turned cold, and he squinted at Mo Li and said, "Can you talk and you will know if you try it?"

"Try it!" Mo Li chuckled, tied his pants, and slapped Zhang Lin's face with his backhand.

"Fuck you!" Zhang Lin couldn't dodge, he was slapped in the face by Mo Li, his face turned dark, he stroked his hot face, his eyes were ruthless, he unzipped his clothes, and was about to pull out the dagger pinned to his waist, but he sadly found that his dagger didn't know when it was only a scabbard!

Zhang Lin looked up at Mo Li suspiciously, and found that his beloved sharp dagger was being thrown around by Mo Li with a casual look at this time, and a cold sweat on his head suddenly flowed down, you must know that he is a strong man!

Silently taking something from your own body?

At this time, he had only one thought: "The idea is piercing!

Zhang Lin threw out his coat violently, and at the same time shouted bravely: "Fuck, take your life!"

As a result, not only did he not go up to fight with Mo Li, but turned around and ran out of the toilet door!

How could this kind of bluffing trick be hidden from Mo Li's eyes, not to mention that this Zhang Lin didn't have the heart to do it, even if he really stepped forward to make a move with Mo Li, being taken down by Mo Li was just a backhand thing!

Zhang Lin saw that he was getting closer and closer to the toilet door, and while he was complacent about his cleverness, he was about to shout to call someone over, only to feel a sharp pain in his head, and then the whole person made a sharp turn of 360 degrees and fell to the ground of the toilet.

Looking at Mo Li, who was shaking the black hair in his hand with disgust, Zhang Lin's face changed greatly, he reached out and touched his head, and sure enough, he touched part of the bare skull, and immediately wanted to cry without tears: "Damn! You play yin!

"Hehe, a demon disciple like you, don't talk about pulling your hair, even if it's pulling your chick?" Mo Li clapped his hands to get rid of his hair, which was stained with a little blood, and looked at Zhang Lin with a playful expression.

With a shocked expression, Zhang Lin pointed at himself and asked, "I, a disciple of the Demon Dao, brother, you won't put gold on your face like this, right? If I were really a disciple of the Demon Dao, would I still run away when I saw you at the first time?" I would have killed you a long time ago!"

Mo Li looked at Zhang Lin's performance with a faint smile, threw the dagger in his hand with a shake of his hand, hit Zhang Lin's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Oops, I accidentally missed, I'm sorry, brother, this dagger is too slippery!"

Zhang Lin grinned in pain, and when he heard this, he showed a crying and laughing expression, and said: "Brother, you almost killed me! Forget it, hurry up and call someone, I'm going to the hospital! Oh, Mom, it hurts me to death!"

Mo Li walked towards Zhang Lin with a smiling expression, slowly squatted down, looked at Zhang Lin and said, "It's certain that someone will save you, but I have to put away the dagger, in case people see that there is a misunderstanding, I will be in trouble, do you think?"

Zhang Lin smiled bitterly: "Brother, don't! I promise that the people in the bar will not hold you responsible, or you can leave now, and I will go out and call someone to save me...... Ahh

Mo Li pulled out the dagger with a smile, looked at Zhang Lin with a depressed face, and said with a playful smile: "The acting skills are good, why don't you continue to act?"

"Damn, I didn't expect to meet a master in this small place, hehe, the little brother admitted it, but how did you see me?" Zhang Lin pressed the wound on his shoulder and asked suspiciously.

Mo Li didn't reply, he just took out a needle by himself, and said to Zhang Lin with an evil smile: "I didn't want to do this, but since you are a demon disciple, the time cost of interrogation is too much, so it's easier to do this!"

Zhang Lin looked at the silver needle specially made in the cold light, and inexplicably felt a panic, he slowly rubbed back, and sneered: "Brother, we are all cultivators, and we have nothing to do with each other, there is no need to kill them all, right?"

"Kill them all, I didn't say I'm going to kill you!"

"Then you are ......"

Before Zhang Lin's words fell, the silver needle on Mo Li's right hand had already come out of his hand, and the silver needle on his left hand was lined up in a zigzag shape, instantly piercing into Zhang Lin's three major acupoints, and Zhang Lin's eyes widened, and he was surprised to find that he couldn't move!

"You, you are, you are ......" Zhang Lin's eyes widened with fear, and he hissed with the last bit of strength, but unfortunately he only saw a pair of calloused hands in the end, and then he lost consciousness.

Mo Li stretched out his hand to twist Zhang Lin's neck, and brought Zhang Lin's Yuan Shen into the eyes of the Demon Dao.

The reason why he was first controlled with a silver needle and then killed was because Mo Li was planting a blame.

There is a moody peak master of the Demon Dao, named Li Meng, who likes to use silver needles to control others and torture others, and this guy is not taboo, whether it is a normal cultivator or a disciple of the Demon Dao, he will kill people if they don't like the eye, and Mo Li will blame him for the crime, and there are no taboos.

Moreover, the silver needle used by Mo Li is the special silver needle used by Li Meng, which cannot be imitated by others, even if Li Meng is present in person

checked, and had to wonder, did he really come here to kill people?