"At the beginning, you patted your chest and promised me that you could unite most of the people in Kasur and expand our power, but a monk from the Rakshasa Temple suddenly broke in, which not only frustrated our plan, but also made this group of people jealous of the Rakshasa Temple, but it affected my business with them, and it was either reduced or temporarily suspended."

When Jin Chuan talked about the accident that happened today, a pair of dark blue and black eyes stared at Mu Luo, who was trembling, and laughed angrily: "For the sake of you following me for so long, I can let you choose the way you want to die." ”

Mu Luo was drenched in cold sweat, and hurriedly kowtowed: "Please also ask the master to forgive me, I, I ...... That person was not an ordinary monk, but a disciple of the Rakshasa Temple, who was a disciple of the Rakshasa Temple, and he was ——! ”

Without waiting for Mu Luo's explanation, Jin Chuan raised a foot and kicked directly into Mu Luo's chest, with a "click", the sound of the sternum breaking sounded, and Mu Luo was also kicked upside down and flew out, hitting the wall behind it that was smeared with a lot of spices, and the pure gold wall was smashed into a pit.

Mu Luo clutched his chest in pain, spitting out a mouthful of blood, he could feel his broken sternum piercing his lungs, and hurriedly wrapped his lungs with spiritual power to prevent himself from hurting deeper.

Jin Chuan walked over slowly with bare feet and looked at him coldly: "Well, how do you want to die?" ”

Of course, Mu Luo didn't want to die, he begged for mercy: "The master is angry, this matter is too sudden, everything is the slave's fault, but the slave still has a way to make up for the merits, the slave still has the value of being used by the master, the slave still wants to watch the master become the first person of Shi Ying, and those slaves who have been sold, they can also ......"

Mu Luo talked endlessly, but instead of letting Jin Chuan extinguish his desire to kill him, his murderous intent became stronger.

At this moment, a filthy slave suddenly broke in from outside, knelt down outside the door, and said anxiously and loudly: "Boss, there is a fight outside!" ”

Mu Luo raised his head suddenly, looked at Jin Chuan cautiously, and after finding that Jin Chuan did not react, Mu Luo swallowed his saliva, turned his head and asked, "What happened?" Where did the fight start? How did you fight? ”

The slave trembled and said: "Yes, it is the gate of the slave farm, the dancing girl of the Angsai family walked in with a group of people, and I don't know how to provoke the brother of the concubine who is now favored by the lord of the northern city, and the people on both sides began to fight, and later joined the others, and it was completely chaotic!" ”

Hearing that there was such a big situation in the slave farm, Mu Rome knelt at Jin Chuan's feet, held back the pain in his chest, and said with difficulty: "Master, the slave farm was handed over to the slave to manage, and please leave this matter to the slave to deal with, even if you want to kill the slave, please allow the slave to do one more thing for you." ”

Jin Chuan tilted his head and looked down at Mu Luo who was kneeling on the ground, the face that looked like a sixteen-year-old boy had already restrained the sneer just now, and was carefully examining Mu Luo.

The shuddering killing intent slowly receded like a tide.

Jin Chuan restrained all his emotions, and his delicate young face once again showed his usual relaxed smile, no different from a relaxed and carefree aristocratic beautiful boy, and he said in an upward tone: "Okay, you go." ”

His killing intent came and went quickly, but it also made Mu Luo secretly relieved, he kowtowed a few times gratefully towards Jin Chuan, and then left the second floor in a hurry.

Jin Chuan silently watched Mu Luo's departing figure, and then looked at the pool of blood left on the ground.

Suddenly, those dark blue and dark eyes gradually dyed a touch of scarlet, and he stretched out his hand and shook it in the void, as if he was simulating crushing someone else's throat bone.

Jin Chuan imagined the picture of himself pinching Mu Luo to death little by little, imagining the picture of him struggling desperately to slowly swallowing his breath and softening his body, Jin Chuan narrowed his eyes as if he was enjoying it, and his breathing began to become slightly rapid, as if this was something that was enough for him to be excited about.

In an instant, he recovered from his imagination, and the scarlet in his eyes had dissipated.

"Sure enough...... Or killing people is the most alleviating. ”

Jin Chuan lowered his head and looked at his palm, as if he was laughing at himself and said proudly.

He sat back in his place, and was greeted by a golden splendor surrounded by golden glass lamps, like a golden tree growing freely, with branches spreading to its heart's content, red candles flickering with firelight, and spice-coated walls exuding a reassuring fragrance, because the candles were dense and more likely to volatilize in the air.

The huge second floor was so quiet that only the sound of the wind blowing.

Kanegawa has never liked this quiet environment.

He leaned back on the couch and clapped his hands lazily, and after a while, the group of dancing girls came back again, and the appearance of the warbler and the charming laughter filled the place again.

Jin Chuan silently looked at the appearance of these women, but he couldn't remember a face.

——

"Calm your anger!"

The slave, covered in mud, knelt in front of Muro, and was in a cold sweat.

Mu Luo had already taken a few healing pills and was almost recovered, he looked at the embarrassed posture of the slave kneeling on the ground, and thought of himself kneeling in front of Jin Chuan like this just now.

A tyrannical emotion suddenly rose in his heart, which was mixed with feelings of inferiority, embarrassment and hatred.

Mu Luo lifted his kick and kicked the slave in the chest like Kanegawa had kicked him.

However, the slave did not have Mu Luo's cultivation, he had not even practiced, and he had no spiritual power at all, and his chest was kicked out of an obvious depression, and he rolled on the ground in pain twice, and then he lost his breath and fell to the ground on his stomach, his eyes that had lost his luster were like a translucent glass ball, reflecting Mu Luo's slowly departing figure.

By the time Murro walked out of the warehouse door completely, his injuries had healed completely.

He stood outside, raised his head slightly, and looked at the second floor, where the candle had never been extinguished, and a touch of hatred involuntarily appeared on his face.

"But a madman!"

Muro wiped the blood from his lips vigorously and walked to the gates of the slave farm.

——

Gu Yunying silently looked at the scuffle in front of him, then turned his head and said to Gu Qianxue: "I never knew that I could be so unlucky. ”

Gu Qianxue glanced at her and said, "Don't talk nonsense, they are the real bad luck when they run into you." ”

"What do you think of me?!"

"Plague God."

Gu Yunying covered her chest with a hurt expression.

"Gulina! You're a good—ah! ”

An angry shout came from the chaotic crowd, and then the person next to him took the opportunity to punch him, covering his stomach and falling to the ground.

Gu Yunying whistled and silently put down the dagger in his hand.

She also wanted to continue talking to Gu Qianxue for a while, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mu Luo in charge who was hurrying here, Gu Yunying hurriedly waved her hand at Mu Luo, smiled extremely purely, and pretended to be coquettish and shouted: "Mu Luo is in charge, you come and save people!" ”

This voice shouted out, so that everyone present in the fight involuntarily stopped, turned their heads one after another, and stared at Mu Luo with unkind eyes.

[Gain Muro's Hatred +500.] 】

Mu Luo's footsteps were sudden, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.

When Mu Luo saw the people inside, he immediately became frightened, he could not have imagined that several powerful families in the city of Qassur were gathered here, and a melee between the enemy and the enemy began, turning the slave farm into a miasma, and tearing down the solid iron gates!

"Ladies and gentlemen...... What's going on with you? Is there anything you can't sit down and talk about? Murro bowed his hand slightly in front of them and bowed briefly.

Due to the forces behind the slave farm, these people also reluctantly gave Mu Luo a little thin face, but they waved at him and said: "Mu Luo is in charge, this matter has nothing to do with your slave farm, don't come to hinder us, what is the loss, our Angsai family will compensate twice, Lao Tzu will settle new and old hatreds here today!" ”

"Awesome! It is worthy of the Angsai family, this is the real spirit! When Gu Yunying heard this, she clapped her hands violently and praised the people of the Angsai family.

Hearing this compliment, the people of the other families were immediately unhappy and rushed to offer first.

"Double is nothing, my Mir Khan's family, triple compensation!"

"We're paying five times as much!"

For the first time, I saw Mouro, who actively reparated as if he were a slave auction: "......"

Although these compensation fees are very exciting, as the main person in charge of the slave farm, it is impossible for Muro to let them make trouble here, especially since these people are all well-known figures in Kasur City, if they are allowed to continue to make trouble, the relationship will be too stiff, and it will be extremely detrimental to his future plans.

Mu Luo had no choice but to bite the bullet and try to defuse their anger: "I don't know everyone, why did you do it? You are all people with heads and faces, and if you hurt your harmony because of this, it will be a great loss. ”

"Kind? Ahh ”

"Then what about your Angsai family, you even stole it from my mother!"

When Mu Luo heard these words of mutual accusation, he was so shocked that the expression on his face could hardly be maintained, what does this "stealing" mean?!

It shouldn't be what he imagined, right?!

"Everyone, everyone, if you have something to say, you can say these things, it may be just a momentary verbal word, or a groundless speculation, if there is no real evidence, wouldn't it hurt the hearts of your own family......" Mu Luo is like an aunt in the neighborhood committee, opening the adjustment mode of bitter words.

However, where could this group of people listen to Mu Luo's words, and the people of the Angsai family were even more angry: "Why don't I have evidence?!" I don't just have evidence, I have witnesses! ”

"Coincidentally, I also have a witness!"

As they spoke, they turned their heads in unison and looked at Gu Yunying, who was watching the play.

Gu Yunying blinked and smiled at them.