As the words fell, the scar-faced weasel turned into a ball of yellow light and suddenly burst towards Mo Wen.

Mo Wen's pure and bright eyes flashed slightly, and he hurriedly slammed the gun with both hands, resisting the furry claws of the scar-faced weasel, the latter was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect him to suffer such a serious internal injury and have such strength, and the next second, the other hand and claw stabbed Mo Wen's eyes mercilessly, and Mo Wen avoided his head.

The claws and silver spears continued to collide and bang, and the old man Luo and the others were shocked to see it, most of them were still sober up, they all heard that this Mo Wen Xiu Immortal was very powerful, but they didn't expect it to be so powerful at all, in this case, even the other four weasel demons stepped forward to help, and they were all killed by Mo Wen one by one! Transformed into the corpses of four normal weasels.

"You've got two hits!" The scar-faced weasel sneered and said with some appreciation, but the kung fu in his hands was not slacking off at all, but attacked more quickly, attacking its vital points! The heart was extremely horrified, so glad that he had been hit first, otherwise he would have confessed here today.

"If you don't hurt anyone, I would rather be friends with you than swords against you." Saying that, Mo Wen picked up the situation with a gun and swept away the thousands of troops with his hand, although the scar-faced weasel dodged one by one without much effort, but fortunately, there was a slight distance between the two, giving him a chance to breathe, and his words were from the heart, he respected people with strong martial arts, even if the other party was a monster.

"Oh? Make friends? The scar-faced weasel wiped the blood from the muzzle of his cheek, and said that Mo Wen could hurt himself in this situation...... The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became, normally: The Three Realms of Immortals and Demons, Immortals, Demons, Immortals, and Monsters are among the Demon Realms, and although Mo Wen is a cultivator, he is also a human body, and he is also a middle-level strength of the Yellow Order, why is he Mo Wen so strong?

"If you promise me that I won't hurt anyone again, I think we can make friends." Mo Wen erected a silver spear, hoping to turn hostility into jade silk and lead people to goodness, and there are many kind-hearted demons in the demon world.

The scar-faced weasel's eyes flashed with a hint of gloomy light, and he secretly said that this Mo Wen was indeed a stupid boy as rumored...... Then he pretended to be forced and helpless and said, "Thank you Young Master Mo Wen for your magnanimity, I won't hurt people anymore in the future, and I want to be a good person like you." ”

Seeing the appearance of the scar-faced weasel, Mo Wen thought that he was really going to put down the butcher knife, and showed a sincere smile: "It would be great if you could think so." ”

As he spoke, Mo Wen turned around and wanted to look at Ao Bing, who was incarnated as Fan Xiaomi, who was still immersed in the fluttering wine, which made the fat man who had already sobered up a little helpless, this amount of wine was too bad...... With such a big fluctuation just now, they were basically almost awake, but Ao Bing was still like this.

As soon as Mo Wen turned around, at this moment when he unloaded his true qi, the scar-faced weasel smiled gloomily, and his sharp fangs oozed an incomparably dazzling cold light.

"Yellow-haired child! Take your life! This time, the scar-faced weasel went up a level faster than before, extremely fast, and the sudden blow made Mo Wen defenseless, only to see the fat man who was supporting Ao Bing suddenly shouted "back"! But it's too late.

Mo Wen, who turned around slowly like a slow motion, didn't wait to make half an expression and movement, and received a scar-faced weasel's palm on his forehead, the demonic energy surged, and the wind scattered, Mo Wen, who thought he was dead, suddenly felt that this palm didn't seem to have much power? When he looked closely, Ao Bingfei, who turned out to be Fan Xiaomi, had already kicked the scar-faced weasel in the face, unloading all his strength.

"Ahh

With a miserable scream, the scar-faced weasel flew out upside down, and Mo Wen's eyes flashed a trace of self-deprecation, and his heart was really as the master said, he was too clumsy, too kind of a woman, closed his eyes, did not waste this opportunity at all, endured the burning heat on his forehead and threw the scar-faced weasel with a gun instead of an arrow.

With a pop, the silver spear pierced his heart impartially, and the scar-faced weasel's body twitched a few times, and then a wisp of white smoke shook over the same as the previous four weasel demons, turning into the corpse of an ordinary weasel, but he had a centipede-like scar on his face......

……

Anyway, the matter finally ended without too many casualties, and I am really glad that the people on the street have dispersed, of course, except for Mo Wen, his internal injuries are not light, although he did not hurt the internal organs, but the meridians have been damaged, and it is difficult to recover for a while.

Under the urging of the fat man, except for Old Man Luo and Luo Yun, everyone else returned to the room with fear and shock. Tonight's events are still unbelievable for ordinary people like them, and they need to digest and digest them well, after all, in the past, for monsters, immortals, etc., they could only see and hear in books or book people, but today they actually saw them alive!

In the excited applause of the little white dragon, the fat man whispered to Mo Wen and asked, "Are you okay?" Look at your face so pale? ”

"I'm fine, I'll be fine in a few days." After Mo Wen replied to the fat man's words, he smiled kindly at the cute little white dragon, the little white dragon looked fifteen or sixteen years old, but at the moment, it felt as if he was only six or seven years old......

"By the way, it turns out that you are so powerful, girl? I really don't know Taishan...... Mo Wen said to the stunned "Fan Xiaomi": "It turns out that you didn't make a move against Cousin Mo Liu during the day, you are already very polite, I thank you for your generosity in place of Cousin Mo Liu." ”

"Oh." Ao Bingtong's red face shook left and right, fortunately it was Fan Xiaomi's appearance, it looked naughty and cute, if it was replaced by Ao Bing's real appearance...... Although it is very handsome, it always feels strange to be a big man to do it.

He ...... He drank too much, Mo Wen... Master Mo Wen. The fat man said a little nervously, firstly, taking into account his identity, if it weren't for Fan Xiaomi, Ao Bing and others, he wouldn't have had a chance to talk to Mo Wen, and secondly, Mo Wen desperately stood up for himself and Ao Bing...... Or Fan Xiaomi blocked the fatal blow, if it weren't for him, Ao Bing, the immortal, might be fine, at most he would be seriously injured, but he would have died, but ...... If Ao Bing wasn't Fan Xiaomi's appearance at that time...... Will Mo Wen still try so hard to save himself and him......

It's understandable for the fat man to think so, but it's just a little too worried, even if it is someone else, with Mo Wen's temperament, it is naturally impossible to watch them die and not help, of course, because it is Fan Xiaomi, he will not allow any mistakes, so he will resist with his body, otherwise it is okay to use other methods at that time.

"Just call me Mowen." Morveyn smiled.

"Well, okay, Mo Wen, my name is Luo Dahai." The fat man shook his head and smiled.

"Well, Brother Dahai, can you let me talk to this girl?" Mo Wen asked politely.

"This ...... The ......" The fat man didn't know what to say for a moment, and hesitantly handed his eyes to the little white dragon.

"Okay, Brother Mo Wen will say it, I'll help the master listen." The little white dragon smiled.

"Master?" Mo Wen is a little strange, where did the master come from?

"That's her." Xiao Bailong pointed to Ao Bing, who was incarnated as Fan Xiaomi, and she was not wrong, she was indeed a person with this appearance......

"Oh, she's your master......" Mo Wen smiled awkwardly, and secretly said that this girl is so powerful, it should be normal to have an apprentice.

"Excuse me...... Tomorrow...... Can...... ...... tomorrow" Mo Wen stammered at the thought of the invitation......

"Ming? How's it going? Ao Bing stared at Mo Wen with confused eyes and said.

Let "Fan Xiaomi" look at it like this, Mo Wen was even more nervous and speechless: "Tomorrow...... Tomorrow ......"

"Tomorrow, you, as my good, good friend, come to my grandmother's birthday ......" Mo Wen clenched his fists, his nervous palms were full of sweat: "But, yes, is it okay......"

"Good friend......" Ao Bing asked with a squinted eye, still with the usual expression of a drunkard.

"Yes, yes......" Mo Wen swallowed and replied.

The fat man stood stunned and didn't know what to say, and the little white dragon interjected: "Is there anything delicious?" ”

"Huh? Delicious? Of course, there will be a lot of that. Mo Wen was a little confused, how could she say such strange things at such a tense moment......

"Good! Let's go! The little white dragon said to Ao Bing too excitedly.

Ao Bingyi shook his hand and threw the fat man who was holding him aside, and launched a drunken madness: "Okay! What's so bad! If there is good food, there must be good wine! That's it! ”――

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