Yunmo walked to Murong Yue's side, squatted down, patted her cheek gently, and said, "Murong Yue, as long as I open the Immortal and Immortal Dafa, within half an hour, my whole body, no matter where I am, will become like King Kong, invulnerable." Sorry, your plan fell through. ”

Then, he teased again: "Well, it's more than your husband's." ”

"Bah, dog thief, you don't have to die well." Murong Yue's thick phlegm mixed with blood clots spit on Yun Mo's face.

Yunmo stretched out his hand to wipe away the thick phlegm, but he was not angry.

"Yes, I can't die, but you can't see it."

Yunmo's expression was indifferent, and his expression didn't look like a fifteen-year-old child at all!

Then, Yun Mo pointed at Murong Yue's chest, her beautiful pupils instantly lost their brilliance, and then fell to the ground, and finally her hand was still holding the hand of the black Nangong Yu.

"Go down with her, too."

Yunmo ended Nangong Yu's life in the same way.

Get up, stand, and be silent for a long time.

His hands trembled faintly, and his teeth chattered.

It was the first time he had killed someone, and he was an innocent person.

It's not two chickens, it's two living lives.

He was a little psychologically unbearable, after all, he was a well-educated young man in the twenty-first century.

Suddenly, Yunmo fell to his knees, his hands on the ground, gasping for breath.

"Ahh

Yunmo roared, and his fist slammed into the ground, making a booming sound.

Sweat was dripping profusely on his forehead, and the calmness he had when he had killed people before had disappeared.

It was so bad that he didn't know why it was happening.

In this way, Yunmo half-knelt on the ground for ten minutes.

Yun Feiyang on the side did not interfere, but watched quietly.

From a hideous expression to a calmer, Yunmo's expression returned to its original state.

Standing up, Yunmo said to Yun Feiyang: "Dad, let's go." ”

Yun Feiyang looked at Yun Mo, then patted him on the shoulder, and said with relief: "It's not in vain my hard work, Mo'er, you have finally grown up." ”

......

Yunmo's life has returned to its original state, and every day is to practice exercises, kick football, tease birds, and tune. Teasing. Play purple clothes for them.

On the twenty-eighth day of the lunar month, there are still two days before the New Year.

Dressed in a red and white mink coat, he wrapped his body tightly, held a birdcage in his hand, whistled, and looked like a gentleman.

The six guards who followed behind him inexplicably looked at me, I looked at you, and sighed in unison: The young master's talent is really terrifying, in such a short time, he has refined the sixth layer of the body!

You must know that several of their guards are almost thirty years old, and now they are only at the eighth or ninth level of body refining, and they are more angry than people.

"Bajie, who do you say is the most handsome in this world?"

"Yunmo is the most handsome, Yunmo is the most handsome."

"Well, yes, to be honest. Now, for you to eat. ”

Yunmo lifted the birdcage and threw some bird food into it.

"The young master is the most handsome, and the young master is the most handsome." The parrot was also very happy, and it barked vigorously.

"Haha."

Yunmo carried the birdcage and walked swaggering down the street.

The crowd in front of him was suddenly chaotic, and several exclamations came out, and a brother with a bulging wallet in his hand walked out of the gambling hall with a spring breeze on his face, and it seemed that he had good luck and made a profit.

As soon as he paced down the steps of the gambling hall, he was knocked to the ground by a small figure, and a large handful of silver in his wallet was scattered all over the ground, and it seemed that there were one or two hundred taels.

Before he could open his mouth to scold, the little figure that had knocked him down had already quickly climbed up, and rushed towards the city gate without looking back.

From behind, the brother who was still sitting on the steps with bared teeth and grinning shouted fiercely: "Draft, little rabbit, Lao Tzu caught you and picked your skin!" ”

The figure swept past Yunmo, and Yunmo could already see it clearly: a little beggar about eleven or twelve years old, wearing a tattered cotton jacket, but it was thin now, you know, it was winter now.

His face was covered with dirt, his thin lips were pursed, and he ran all the way in the direction of the city gate without looking back.

I met a little beggar again, but this beggar was not another beggar.

Thinking of the little beggar who was killed by himself before, Yunmo sighed in his heart.

I don't know what my thoughts were, but the Yunmo Ghost sent God to follow.

Yunmo was surprised by the speed of this little beggar.

Following along, he found that this little beggar was very fast, but he should not have practiced martial arts, that is, he should have a good talent.

But what is he running? So flustered?

While Yunmo was thinking, the little beggar couldn't even see his shadow. The only guy he hit was still scolding, foul language, and talking endlessly.

"Damn, it's noisy!"

Yunmo was thinking about why the little beggar was like this, but the shouting next to him kept shouting, and Yunmo was very annoyed to listen to it.

Then Yunmo suddenly found that the little beggar was gone, and his mood was even worse.

Yunmo walked a few steps to the big man who was scolding, and kicked him in the lower abdomen: "Damn, what are you arguing about!" Want to die? ”

This big man was suddenly kicked, and the strength on this foot was not ordinary, and suddenly his whole body curled up in pain like a shrimp.

The muscles on the big man's face twitched, and the momentum of the fifth-layer cultivation on his body exploded, his eyes flashed with fierceness, and he wanted to stand up, raising his fist and preparing to hit Yunmo.

"Little bastard! You're looking for death! ”

As soon as the big man got up, Yunmo kicked him again, "You dare to scold me?"

Another kick......

Bang bang

That's right, just now, Yunmo's toes kicked on the acupuncture points of this big man, imprisoning the big man's internal force.

After Yunmo came out of the dungeon, he specially went to learn this method of imprisoning people's internal forces, and soon, he mastered it.

As long as the cultivation is lower than him, and in the case of being caught off guard, it is very easy to succeed.

In the process of being beaten, this big man also understood that Yunmo was a hard stubble, and he also saw that Yunmo was dressed gorgeously, and there were guards around him, and the strength of those guards was all eight or nine layers of body refining, so he didn't know that he had caused trouble.

Then, begging for mercy in his mouth, he held his head with both hands, and curled up into a ball.

The crowd on the street was able to see that a young man in a gorgeous mink coat, who looked no more than seventeen years old, beat up a man over thirty years old in the street!

Then there were some people who had seen Yunmo, so they whispered: "That is the little prince, this person provoked the little prince, and it can be regarded as eight lifetimes of blood mold." ”

The eyes of the onlookers looking at Yunmo suddenly had a touch of horror: Little Wangye, one of the three young people in the capital, no wonder he acted so domineeringly.

Suddenly, the sound of more than a dozen people running behind Yunmo came from behind.