Chapter Ninety-Four, Swordsman Gu Desert!

A soldier can be killed, but not humiliated.

Li Muyang is very sympathetic to the fat man's plight, everyone is a low-handed at the same level, why is his head worth 100,000 and his head is only worth 50,000?

What's more, if calculated according to the volume, the fat man's head is the size of Li Muyang's one and a half - this is simply bullying people to death.

Li Muyang patted the fat man on the shoulder and said, "Don't take it to heart, one day they will understand your value." ”

"I'm going to make them understand now." The fat man faced the killers who surrounded him with a sideways face, and said, "The fat man is not powerful, when I am a sick cat." If we can solve the first six batches, we can solve the current four batches—"

Li Muyang reminded him worriedly, and said: "The previous six batches were all allocated in one batch, and this time the four batches were all made at one time - is it really no problem?" ”

The fat man was like a deflated ball, and asked in a weak voice, "Can you transform now?" It's like killing Choi Zhaoren—"

"How many times have I explained, I didn't kill Cui Zhaoren-" Li Muyang is very sensitive to this kind of thing. Why does this fat man always say that Cui Zhaoren killed himself? There is a big misunderstanding in the middle, a big misunderstanding.

"I know, I know. You're afraid to take responsibility, and if I were you, I'd be desperate to dissociate myself from this -- but there are some things that we can't just treat as if nothing happened if we don't admit it. I'll pinch my fingers, everyone should know about this matter, right? ”

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This time it was the fat man's turn to comfort Li Muyang, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "It's okay." If you kill it, you will kill it, and it is useless to regret it anyway - whether you admit it or not, they are all going to kill you. ”

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"The kid is that Li Muyang, right?" The ugly woman smiled and stared at Li Muyang, who was dressed in white and turned into a black robe, and her voice was hoarse like the chirping of an old owl, and she said, "The old man wants to borrow something from you." ”

Li Muyang felt that such lines were very familiar, as if he had seen them in some bizarre and weird novels he had read.

So, he stared at the old woman with disdain and said, "Don't you just want Li Muyang's head?" ”

"Not bad. I'm just going to lend you a human head. ”

"I only have one head—you can make a price." Li Muyang said. "The price is right, I'll buy it myself."

"Hahaha, huh? Someone offered 100,000 gold coins, and if you can bid a higher price, I wouldn't mind letting you go today-"

"Look." Li Muyang turned to the fat man and said: "Money can make ghosts grind, and the ancients will not deceive me." These people can really do anything for money, and they don't know what to do. ”

Then he said to the ugly old woman, "I have only ninety-seven gold coins. ”

"Interesting. It's really interesting. The smile on the ugly woman's face froze, and her voice said viciously, "For many years, no one has dared to play tricks on my ghost widow like this." Boy, I'm going to settle on this head on your shoulder. ”

"You may be ugly, but you have good taste—this is a very good nickname, and it matches your appearance." Li Muyang said with a smile on his face: "They don't dare to tease you like this, it's also because you look too scary-"

"She's a ghost widow—" The fat man reached out and grabbed Li Muyang's shoulder, and reminded in a low voice: "It's a disciple of the Tang Sect in Sichuan Province, and his whole body is full of toxins, and he kills people invisibly. No one dared to offend her. ”

"So what?" Li Muyang said angrily. "If she's willing to let me go, I'll call her godmother - I won't offend her, and she won't kill me?"

The fat man was stunned for a moment, nodded and said: "Yes, it's all a death anyway, and you have to be scolded fiercely - you ugly old witch, pigs are better looking than you, and to say that you are a pig is to insult a pig." Don't you usually look in the mirror? If you look in the mirror, how can you still have the face to run out and kill people. No wonder your name is Ghost Widow - no one wants to marry you, right? Your husband must not want to look at your ugly face anymore and choose to commit suicide. I admire your suicidal husband, who is blind but courageous. You say how miserable your life is, if I were you, I would have crashed to death on the rock—there's a big rock over there, go and hit it. ”

"You fat pig--you fat pig-" The ghost widow thundered, panting, staring at the fat man viciously, and shouted angrily: "Even if the old body is dead, it will pull you back-"

As he spoke, his body suddenly walked in the direction of the fat man.

said to be walking, but in fact, the ground was shrunk into inches.

The distance of more than ten meters was instantaneous, and the snake head in his hand smashed towards the fat man's head with great ferocity.

The fat man disregarded his image and fell to the ground and rolled.

People also have the advantage of being round, at least they roll faster than others.

The ghost widow was so angry, how could she let go of the fat man who had insulted him so much?

Walking with her feet fast, I could only see her figure, but I couldn't see her steps.

The head of the snake in his hand limped and smashed towards the fat man on the ground.

"I'm going to die--you ugly bastard, you wicked woman, go and look in the mirror--you're going to kill yourself-"

The fat man scolded while rolling back, although he couldn't beat the poisonous widow, at least he took advantage of it.

The fat man attracted the old poisonous woman with his suicidal taunting skills, and the other three groups of people all focused on Li Muyang's body.

"Amitabha! Buddhism is hard, and it is also necessary to borrow his head from Li Tanyue. The monk holding a big shovel waved at Li Muyang with one hand and said with a smile.

"Yes, yes, yes. There was no wine or meat, and we couldn't afford to light the lamp oil—if we had this head from the shepherd's benefactor, we would have a better life. The monk holding the wooden fish then added: "The Bodhisattva said that I will not go to hell, who will go to hell?" The shepherd is a person with great wisdom roots, so he is willing to give us his head, right? ”

"Monk, don't rob. This head is the first thing that our Seven Rakshasas in the Worm Valley fancy - if you want to exchange that head for lamp oil, you must first see whether the double knives in the hands of our seven brothers agree or not. Dressed in pigtails and dressed up in a fancy way, the Great Rakshasa Jin shouted proudly.

"Where did the group of beam-jumping clowns come from? Dare to run in front of the Sprinkle family to spread wild? The big shovel monk was furious and scolded loudly.

"Brothers, let this monk bleed - I want to taste the difference between this monk's blood and the blood of ordinary people-"

Li Muyang didn't say a word and watched coldly.

I thought, let's fight, let's fight, you guys fight you to the death.

The current Li Muyang is the Tang monk in the strange book "Journey to the West", and countless demons and monsters want his head.

However, the difference between him and Tang Seng is that Tang Seng chattered all the way, not afraid of the old man touching the porcelain, not afraid of the banshee fairy jumping, and drove away his great apprentice Sun Wukong at every turn - Li Muyang is much smarter than him, the old man does not help, and the woman does not touch. The only good brother, the fat man, almost all kinds of flattery and flattery along the way, for fear of saying a heavy word and making him slap his ass and leave.

"Warriors, don't be impatient." The green-shirted swordsman on the jujube red horse finally spoke. He looked at the two fake monks and the seven big shemales, and said, "The strength of this son should not be underestimated, and it is better for everyone to work together." Don't let him run away, or run to the mountain—it's a matter of success or failure. Whoever cuts off one of his arms will have 30,000 gold coins. The one who cuts off the head of this child will receive 100,000 gold coins. ”

The price has increased!

The price has risen on the spot!

Before getting on that building ship, Li Muyang never thought that his head would be so valuable-

"Who are you?" Li Muyang stared at the green-shirted swordsman and asked.

Although he remained silent the whole time, he just looked coldly at what was happening in front of him. But Li Muyang could feel that he was the most dangerous person on the scene.

A dog that barks doesn't bite, and a dog that doesn't bark is the most vicious.

This green-shirted swordsman has no murderous aura on his body, no evil aura, but it makes Li Muyang's hairs stand up and chill his spine. There is a feeling of being secretly coveted by poisonous snakes and beasts.

"Swordsman Gu Mo." The man in the green shirt replied with an expressionless face.

The horse's mouth spewed out a large amount of geothermal gas, and the horse's legs shivered from the ground.

Because of his internal control, the steed under him was afraid that it would be difficult to escape from this place.

"I don't know." Li Muyang shook his head and said. He saw that this man looked at him with hatred, unlike others who only looked at him with joy - like looking at a mountain of gold.

"Could it be that he is Cui Zhaoren's family?" Li Muyang thought in his heart.

"Li Muyang, today is your death date." When Gu Mo spoke, his legs were clamped, and even the man and the horse soared into the air.

The steed was frightened and flicked its hooves.

The huge horse's belly pressed towards the top of Li Muyang's head, and at the same time, the big sword in Gu Mo's hand, which was more than a foot long, also came out of its sheath with a 'chok' and slashed towards Li Muyang's head.

The heavy sword has no edge, and this long sword of Gu Mo has no edge. However, there was a red light flashing on the edge of the blade, as if it was a burning red flame.

Hiss-la-la

There was a burning sound in the air.

It was some flammable gas in the air that was ignited by the heat of the heavy sword.

Li Muyang was sweating all over, and his clothes were soaking wet.

He stood still, not daring to move, and could not move.

To advance is to die, and to retreat is to die.

Escape is even more impossible.

Not to mention that it was difficult to dodge the heavy horse's hooves, even the attack of the giant sword enveloped it in a radius of hundreds of meters.

No matter how Li Muyang moved and dodged, he couldn't dodge the power of that sword.

What's even more desperate is that the two wine and meat monks and the Seven Worm Valley Seven Raksha saw the green-shirted swordsman take the lead, worried that he would rob him of his arm and head, and they also attacked Li Muyang one by one with their own miraculous skills.

Surrounded on all sides, life and death crisis.

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