"You... Who the hell are you?"

General Matsumoto's eyes were full of anger at this time.

Mixed with trepidation and unease.

As the warlord leader of this camp, he is usually majestic and unparalleled, who would dare to disobey his will?

But now, he is a big warlord of the Black Triangle generation, and he was trampled on the ground by a Chinese hairy boy.

This is a huge shame for him!

However, General Matsumoto did not dare to move at all at this moment.

He just watched the bushido master he brought from the family behind him be directly slapped in two by the Huaguo kid in front of him, and he was killed directly.

This kind of strength is simply terrifying!

"Could it be that this kid is a pinnacle innate master from Huaguo? otherwise, how could he be so powerful. ”

General Matsumoto muttered secretly in his heart.

Although he is now wandering in this black triangle as a big warlord, he seems to be a mud leg.

But in fact, he was born from a very old and large family in the Wa Kingdom, the Matsumoto family.

General Matsumoto naturally knows a lot more than ordinary people.

For example, Natasha knew that Duan Mo was strong, but she didn't know how strong he was, and she didn't know what level he was at.

But General Matsumoto was able to vaguely guess.

His true identity is actually the agent of the family behind him in this Black Triangle region.

For some of the family's secret business deals, General Matsumoto has been in this chaotic place for nearly a dozen years.

The bushido master he brought from his family was a true innate powerhouse.

For so many years, as long as something happened to the Black Triangle, this bushido master, with the demon sword in his hand, could solve the trouble with one sword.

But today, this extremely powerful bushido master "Muramasa Sword King", the top powerhouse who shocked the entire Black Triangle, was easily slapped in two by Duan Mo and killed instantly.

So.

General Matsumoto guessed that Duan Mo was definitely the pinnacle of innate masters.

As for the legendary martial arts master?

That kind of existence is very rare in the country, let alone this barren land in the Black Triangle.

Moreover, Duan Mo was too young.

General Matsumoto didn't want to believe in his heart that Duan Mo was a young grandmaster.

"Hundred-year-old blood ginseng is such a rare treasure medicine, it is of great value, how could I trade it, when my subordinates found it, I sent it back to the family directly, and now that treasure medicine must have reached the family behind me. ”

General Matsumoto said.

This time, his deal with the Killer in Exile organization was simply a conspiracy.

The reason why the exile asked Natasha to accept this mission was to give Natasha, a blonde beauty, as a gift to General Matsumoto.

"What did you say?"

Duan Mo's eyes suddenly turned cold.

Airplanes!

A huge, sea-like killing intent, like substance, enveloped General Matsumoto on the ground in an instant.

"No... Don't kill me!!"

Even though General Matsumoto has been in the Black Triangle for many years, he has already forged an iron-blooded heart.

But now, under Duan Mo's panicked killing intent, his face turned pale in an instant.

That feeling made General Matsumoto only feel that he was not facing a person at this moment.

It's a vast sky!

There is no disobedience, and there is no speculation!

He hurriedly got up, kowtowed on the ground, and said, "My lord's life! My lord's life! Although I sent the hundred-year-old blood ginseng back to the family, I still have a fifty-year-old blood ginseng here!"

"Fifty years of blood ginseng?"

Duan Mo's eyes flashed slightly.

Fifty years of blood ginseng, although the vintage is very low.

But on a planet like Earth, which is the end of the Dharma era, it is already very rare.

Although fifty years of blood ginseng cannot be used to refine Tsukidan.

But if you swallow it, you can definitely shorten your weakness period greatly.

"I hope you don't lie to me. ”

Duan Mo glanced at General Matsumoto and said, "Lead the way." ”

"Yes, yes, yes. ”

General Matsumoto nodded, without the majesty of a warlord.

At this time, he was like Duan Mo's little brother, respectfully leading the way in front.

Later, when Natasha saw this scene, her beautiful eyes were full of incredulity.

As a perennial killer in this chaotic area, Natasha knows very well what the temperament of these warlords really is.

That's an absolute demon, executioner!

But now, such a demonic executioner is surrendering in front of Duan Mo.

So frightened!

So humble!

"Who the hell is he?"

At this moment, Natasha suddenly found that she had underestimated Duan Mo's strength again.

Duan Mo's true strength was beyond her imagination.

As she got in touch, Natasha felt more and more the strength of this man.

It's endless!

"With that million dollars, get out of here. Duan Mo glanced at Natasha behind him and said.

Forthwith.

He turned around and followed General Matsumoto and walked towards the depths of this villa, without the slightest nostalgia.

"Thank you. ”

Natasha's beautiful eyes under the long golden waterfall stared at Duan Mo's back and whispered.

She knew she didn't have to stay.

A powerhouse of Duan Mo's level couldn't look down on a low-level killer like her.

Duan Mo ...... I will always remember you, ...... forever"

Natasha bit her red lip lightly, and then her graceful posture moved, and in the blink of an eye, she disappeared into this villa, and walked towards the outside of this camp.

There was a cold light flashing in her eyes: "'Exile', you dare to sell me, in this life, I only live to destroy you......"

At this moment, Natasha didn't want to live on millions of dollars for the rest of her life.

She wants to destroy all the killer organizations behind her......

However, these have nothing to do with Duan Mo anymore.

He was following behind General Matsumoto at this time.

"I must get that hundred-year-old blood ginseng, this time, it seems that I have to go to the Wa country, the Matsumoto family ......"

Duan Mo muttered in his heart.

Now that he wants to strengthen his strength, Tsukidan is indispensable.

That hundred-year-old blood ginseng, Duan Mo is bound to get it.

"It's right in there. ”

Suddenly, General Matsumoto, who was walking in front, spoke up.

Duan Mo looked up slightly and found that he had walked in front of a secret room.

In the depths of the villa, there was a steel-cast secret room door.

"All the treasures, I store them in here. ”

As he spoke, General Matsumoto stepped forward, as if to open the steel gate.

He turned his back to Duan Mo, and a cruel and cold smile flashed on his originally flattering and respectful face.

He reached out and pressed a red button next to the steel door of the chamber.

But at the moment when General Matsumoto's eyes were excited, he was about to press the red button.

Suddenly.

"Poof".

General Matsumoto only felt a chill in his neck, and then he only felt a pain in his neck.

In his last vision, he only saw a headless corpse in a military uniform, very familiar, standing in front of the door of the secret room.

"That's my body......"

General Matsumoto only had time for the thought to pass through his mind.

Then his vision darkened, and with a "bang", his head was like a ball, stained with blood, and slammed to the ground.

"Hmph, if you want to calculate me, it's too tender. ”

Duan Mo's eyes were cold, looking at the head of General Matsumoto that he had cut off with one palm, and the corners of his mouth crossed a cold arc.

That red button, there's definitely a ghost.

If it was before, even if Duan Mo singled out the entire military camp, he would not be afraid.

But now that we are in a weak period, it is better to be careful.

"Boom!"

Facing the door of the secret room made of steel in front of him, Duan Mo directly kicked the steel gate to pieces.

"Sure enough, there was a fifty-year-old blood ginseng. ”

Duan Mo walked into the secret room and saw a lot of treasures.

There were arms and weapons, there were antique paintings, and there was even a mountain of gold, piled on the ground.

However, these Duan Mo couldn't take them away, and he wasn't interested.

Duan Mo knew very well that as long as the Medicine God Group supported by the Chu family was listed, he would have a steady stream of funds, and he didn't have to worry about money at all.

The Dan Fang he handed over to the Chu family, although they were not very precious in another time and space of cultivating immortals in the Flood Desolation, and they could even be said to be goods from the rotten street.

But on the earth, once this kind of medicine pill with miraculous medicinal effects appears, it will definitely sweep the entire market.

Even, in one fell swoop, it has become the entire Anzhou, and even the entire land of Jiangnan, and it is a business giant group in the entire Huaguo.

What the Medicine God Group needs is nothing more than the accumulation of time.

"Huh!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Duan Mo instantly grabbed the fifty-year-old blood ginseng in the center of this secret room and swallowed it directly.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a huge current of heat exploded in his limbs and bones, and began to nourish his meridians, flesh, and spiritual power that had been damaged by the battle in the Sand Capital.

"Huh, that's?"

Duan Mo was about to turn around and leave, preparing to enter the deep mountains and old forests of the Black Triangle to retreat for a while.

But at this moment, he stumbled upon a picture scroll hanging in the corner of this dimly lit chamber.

In that picture scroll, a picture of a blue-clothed fairy who looks like an ancient myth and legend flying into the sky and stepping on the moon.

Picture roll scene.

This fairy in blue, standing proudly under the starry sky, has a graceful posture, captivates the country and the city, and is noble and holy.

She is like the moon in the sky, surrounded by a hazy halo of three thousand gods, like the mythical Guanghan fairy, and like the legendary goddess of the Nine Heavens.

Swish!

Duan Mo instantly flashed in front of this scroll of pictures, and his hands trembled slightly.

He seemed to be holding the most beloved thing in the world, holding this picture scroll, and a kind of eternal vicissitudes and loneliness were born in his deep eyes, and he muttered to himself: "Bing'er, is it you......"