This is also a drama spirit!

The charcoal seller in the breakfast shop that day had the simplicity and sincerity of a laborer in his clumsiness, who could treat such a person as a sweat towel gang leader who made the high-level leaders like the Shadow Scorpion President miss him.

This is also completely inconsistent with his painting style of competing with all the high-level powerhouses of the Shadow Scorpion Society like a god of war the night before yesterday.

But this is the truth, and Mo Yuan can only sigh like this.

"Why was he there that day?"

At the same time, a doubt quietly surfaced in his heart, his appearance was a complete accident, and he must have another reason.

Naturally, he thought again of the corpse of the tricycle driver he had seen, the yellowed sweat towel that was wrapped around his waist when he was working and around his waist when he died.

"This person should also be a member of the Sweat Towel Gang, and his status should not be low. He silently made a judgment in his heart.

At this moment, his heart moved, and he looked at the stone bed again.

said: "Since you are already awake, don't pretend to be asleep!"

Li Jian pretended to be dead that day and didn't hide it from him, and it was also impossible for this sweat towel gang leader to hide it, no matter how subtle their control over their bodies was, it was impossible to perfectly control their breathing, blood flow, and pulse beating.

There is always a subtle difference between a conscious pretending to be unconscious and a true coma, and he can see the essence directly.

But seeing that the sweat towel gang leader's eyes rolled slightly under his eyelids, he suddenly opened his eyes, and there were still traces of blood after the fierce outburst during the battle the night before, which was quite terrifying and hideous.

As soon as he was about to sit up, a ring of ice appeared on his legs and arms, and "locked" him to the stone bed.

He lay on the stone bed, looking at Mo Yuan vigilantly: "Who are you?

Mo Yuan smiled: "You also heard what I said just now, didn't you expect that we were so destined to meet in such a situation." ”

The leader of the sweat towel gang just stared at him and did not respond to this sentence.

Mo Yuan didn't care, and said with a smile:

"Don't say it so ugly, we are not the Shadow Scorpion Society that wants to capture you alive and force you into a desperate situation to commit suicide, we are your real life-savers!

Have you forgotten the moment when you cut off your heart? Look at your current state, with your danger at that time, we spent a huge price to save you!"

The leader of the sweat towel gang was stunned, his face relaxed slightly, he closed his eyes and meditated for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyes and said:

"You killed the people who the Shadow Scorpion would set up in Ningxi Lane? There is your shadow behind the whole incident!

What is your purpose in rescuing me, and what do you want from me?"

Mo Yuan first "comforted" and said:

"Don't worry, we are different from the Shadow Scorpion Society, they want to obtain from you the secret transmission of the cultivation to the Great Martial Master, and even a higher level, as well as the inheritance of other Red Turban Society, but we are different, we have good intentions. ”

He did not shy away from pointing out a rather taboo existence, the Red Turban Society. The contact with the sweat towel gang will have to be faced sooner or later, if they hide it and don't say it, they will be suspicious and suspicious, so they will simply pick it up.

Sure enough, hearing him say this, the sweat towel gang leader became even more vigilant.

Keeping a close eye on Mo Yuan's every move, it seemed that any word or action he made might carry an unpredictable trap.

Good intentions?

Who else in this world, except ourselves, would have good intentions for the remnants of the Red Turbans.

The so-called goodwill is just a more cleverly packaged poison bait!

When Mo Yuan saw his performance, he knew that whatever he said now, the other party would not be able to enter it, because he had subjectively blocked the possibility of communication.

However, he is not out of the question.

When I walked out of the room, I found that Xiao Yao and Li Jian were outside the door.

Mo Yuan looked at him with some surprise and said with a smile: "You came here too?"

Li Jian nodded and said, "I have something to talk to the island owner." ”

"In a hurry?"

"There's no hurry. ”

"Okay, when I deal with this matter inside, you guys came just in time, you go and call all your companions around here, and take them directly below, where there is a lot of space...... Li Jian, you come in with me. ”

Looking for someone everywhere, Mo Yuan took Li Jian into the house, pointed to the sweat towel on the stone bed and said, "You help me move this guy, this guy is the same as you, his body and bones are all made of iron." ”

Li Jian knew that as a martial artist in the realm of the Great Martial Master, he was too familiar with this set, just reaching out and holding the arm of the Sweat Towel Gang Leader, he could control the strength of his body, but whenever he had any signs of resisting and running violently, he could eliminate this strength in his body in advance, so that he would obey and follow him out of the stone room.

The sweat towel gang leader couldn't resist, and a smile flashed on his face, sweeping Mo Yuan's eyes, with the contempt of a righteous man, as if to say, "Look, you guys are just doing such a trick!"

Mo Yuan was speechless in his heart, you righteous man can grasp the charm of going to the guillotine without changing his face, and he is really worthy of being a drama spirit, and he can easily get any kind of style and bones.

Walk through the living room, through the hallway, and down the stairs to a large, empty space that the Sweat Towel Gang Leader has guessed is deep underground.

As soon as they came down, Xue Hai also stopped "practicing" and walked towards them, and soon, they heard the sound of footsteps, and a group of people walked down, Xiao Xiao and Luo Hongying were there, walked up to Mo Yuan, and greeted in unison: "President." "The title of the owner of the island is more reminiscent, and there has been a reminder before that when there are outsiders, he will call the president.

The leader of the sweat towel gang finally spoke up and sneered: "The soft one can't do it, it's going to be hard?"

Mo Yuan didn't defend either, and said to him: "No matter how much I say, I will not say it yet, please watch a performance." ”

Then, he said to Xue Hai: "Uncle Xue, there is not even a seat in the empty space, let's get some seats for everyone." ”

"Good. ”

Xue Hai answered, and saw that the empty and flat ground grew stone piles of different shapes like plants growing, at first it looked just a mess, and nothing could be seen, but as it continued to grow, there were beams, seats, and backrests, and finally it could be seen that this was a piece of seats of different sizes and functions, chairs, benches, footstools, and a small high stool next to each seat, with a stone teacup.

In a matter of moments, such a complete set of equipment grew in the open space, and everyone sat in a circle.

The stunned sweat towel gang leader was also pressed by Li Jian to sit next to him.

Mo Yuan's thought moved, and the pure and natural rootless water appeared in the air, and then fell steadily into the stone pot below.