Chapter 7 Rotten goods, little white face
Lin Tian actually wanted to kill Liu Er, but today was an important day for the enrollment of Jiuyang Martial Mansion, if he killed Liu Er here, it was very likely that he would lose his qualification to enter Jiuyang Martial Mansion, so he held back his killing intent.
All around, the crowd was dumbfounded and stunned.
"What a ruthless method!"
Someone whispered.
Many people showed strange looks, these people are all young people from the city of Fengjian City, and they still know more about "Lin Tian", in the impression of these people, Lin Tian has always been relatively gentle, or cowardly, but now, Lin Tian in their eyes seems to have completely changed a person, this contrast makes these people very surprised.
"Get out of the way!"
There was a commotion not far away.
The crowd was pushed away, and a man and a woman walked out, the man was dressed in purple and had a long sword around his waist, and he looked handsome, while the woman was fair-skinned, with long hair and a shawl, with a flattering color, she was a rare beauty.
When Lin Tian saw these two people, the sneer on his face suddenly became a little thicker.
This man and woman are Mo Sen and Xiao Yun.
Xiao Yun glanced at Lin Tian, her eyes were a little surprised, but this surprise quickly disappeared. Her face became indifferent again, and she looked a little cold and haughty, like a white swan.
Mo Sen glanced at Liu Er and the others, and looked at Lin Tian with a cold gaze.
"I didn't expect your life to be quite hard, I haven't seen you for a few days, but you have a long ability. ”
The Mo family is a very famous family in Fengjian City, and Mo Sen has always been obsessed with Xiao Yun, so he is very unhappy with Lin Tian's existence. Although the Lin family is no longer in the past, and Xiao Yun has also walked with him, as long as Lin Tian is still alive, he will be very uncomfortable.
"God saw that you were not pleasing to the garbage picker, so he kept me alive and gave me some nice gifts to send you to hell. ”
Lin Tian smiled evilly.
Mawson frowned: "You say I'm picking up garbage?"
"Of course. Lin Tian shrugged his shoulders, glanced at Xiao Yun, and said, "I don't want this woman anymore, you want all the rotten goods I don't want, not what is it to pick up garbage." ”
As soon as these words came out, Mawson's face suddenly became ugly. The woman that the previous man didn't want, but he wanted, for a man, such words are undoubtedly very lethal.
"What do you say I am!"
Xiao Yun said sharply.
She has been pampered since she was a child, like a princess, how could anyone dare to insult her like this.
Lin Tian glanced at her and said, "Didn't you hear clearly?" Okay, I'll say it again, Xiao Yun, you shameless scumbag, Lao Tzu doesn't want you anymore, from now on, Lao Tzu officially divorced you! You cheap woman and that little white face go to live, Lao Tzu is here to wish you to go to the underworld to report as soon as possible." ”
Wow!
In the crowd, the young people who had originally grown up in Fengjian City were stunned, this was really that Lin Tian? That Lin Tian was able to say such sharp words?
Xiao Yun was ashamed and angry, and Mo Sen also felt that his cheeks were hot.
"You're looking for death!"
Mo Sen drew his long sword and slashed towards Lin Tian.
At this moment, a grand bell rang, Lin Tian looked towards the front of the square, and the bell rang, indicating that the assessment of Jiuyang Martial Mansion had really begun.
"It's just that the bell is ringing at this time, count yourself lucky!"
Mo Sen stared at Lin Tian viciously.
Lin Tian sneered: "After the Martial Mansion assessment really starts, all noise and private fighting are forbidden in this place, you should be glad that this bell saved you, otherwise, you will be worse than those dog minions." ”
"What did you say!"
Mawson's face turned cold.
"Why, I can't understand human words like Xiao Yun's slut? ”
Lin Tian sarcastic.
He no longer paid attention to Mo Son, and followed the crowd towards the front, leaving Mo Sen and Xiao Yun staring at him with angry faces.