The hammer, even if he watched it from a distance, could feel the power it was given, but he finally rushed forward without hesitation, and he stood in the way of the middle-aged man. The www.biquge.info man is a revered hero, a brave swordsman who can stand up to pirates, but in his eyes, he sees only a father who is fearless in order to protect his children.

I don't remember how long ago he had a father like this. Yes, his father had also shielded himself from malicious damage in this way, and behind that generous body was like the safest harbor, no longer afraid of any wind and rain.

But then? Where is that mountain-like father? Monchi can't remember a little, well, maybe he doesn't want to remember anymore. Imagine that he was stoned to death after blocking a blow for his son.

Now, when he sees that the pirates are about to kill him, Monchi doesn't want to see another worthy father die under the hammer. As he rushed out, he also asked himself, is it worth doing this for the sake of a stranger?, and the answer given in his heart is a rhetorical question: what is not worth it?

Now, his life can't be worse, he has nothing, he has no support, he is bullied everywhere but he is powerless to resist, under the teasing of life, he only compromises and submits again and again, what else does he have to be nostalgic for? No!

It's better to exchange his life for a good father who moves him. What's more, such an ending is not a good ending for him, at least it is a relief.

So, he felt the coming of the warhammer......

"Ahh

Monchi sat up in amazement, only to see a familiar room. "I'm going home?" he asked himself, was it all just a dream?

It seems that he simply survived under the hammer and was then sent back to "home". He had to accept that, and in the end, everything was back to square one.

There was a knock on the door.

Is this kind of knocking on the door...... Although there was a not-so-good guess, he still had to open the door. The wooden door creaked open, and the sunlight outside the house made him unable to open his eyes, it turned out that it was already afternoon. Unfortunately, no amount of sunlight could illuminate his dark cabin.

"Kid, it's time to pay the rent. An unfamiliar voice said.

"What? But I just paid the rent a few days ago. Before Monchi could open his eyes to see the man's face, his head had been roughly pressed against the door.

"I'm sorry to tell you that the person who took your silver coin is now out of Tinghai, and now you have to pay your rent again, kid. ”

Meng Qi turned his eyes sideways to look at the man, it was a new face, even the five younger brothers behind him were all new people, it seemed that it was really feng shui in turn. The funny thing is that the shameless expression on the face of the rogue leader in the past of this new leader is so similar, so it really smells of inheriting his father's business.

But whoever became the leader of the neighborhood made no difference to him, the only change was that now he had to pay the rent again. "I don't have any money. He was telling the truth, and in fact, he didn't seem to have lied to these people.

"No money, okay, if you're lucky, we have a new rule for collecting rent. It doesn't matter if you can't pay the rent, as long as you ......" Just listening to the nicknamed voice, you can imagine what kind of dirty expression the person had when he spoke. Monchi suddenly felt an extra hand on his body, and it was swimming towards his waist.

He wanted to resist, but his head was pressed against the wall, and the injuries on his body prevented him from making any big moves. He was left to the hand to untie his belt. Fuck! Damn son of a bitch, fuck you! Bastard! He shouted angrily in his heart, but in the end, he didn't shout out loud, he could only endure it. Now the sunlight outside the house is so dazzling, what? Is it also here to see the joke?

When Monchi felt a trace of temperature that did not belong to his body, suddenly the door panel suddenly sounded two "tuk tuk" sounds, and then the wooden board shattered.

"Who is it?" the hooligans turned around angrily, only to see a slightly thin black-haired young man. "Who are you?" asked the hooligan leader, lifting his pants.

The black-haired young man hooked his fingers, and a blue light flashed on them.

"It's a magician!" the little rascals were already afraid.

With a wave of the young man's right hand, a blue light hit the hand of the hooligan leader holding his trousers, and the hooligan leader cried out in pain and covered his bleeding hand, and naturally, his trousers also fell off, revealing the filth inside.

"Who asked you to mention it?" the young man asked, his voice was clean, even pleasant, but the murderous intent in it made the six hooligans shudder.

"Damn, mage, you're doing something stupid!" the hooligan boss scolded in pain, "what are you doing in a daze? Hurry up! That's just a skinny little man like a pestilence!

As soon as the hooligan leader with messy yellow hair said this, several little hooligans suddenly gained confidence and rushed towards the mage youth together.

In the eyes of the mage, these people who don't know whether they are alive or dead are like a pack of wild dogs who are recklessly snatching food for the sake of their stomachs, but they also need to learn to distinguish which ones will be their lowest tender meat and which ones they must take a detour with their heads down.

Three blue lights flashed, and the three people who ran in front of them all fell down with their heads in their hands, and the mage directly attacked them in the face without mercy, and the tip of the nose of an unlucky ghost actually fell to the ground. None of these injuries were fatal, but they hurt for a while.

The two little hooligans behind had actually run in front of the mage, and they could reach him with just outstretched fists, but they had been robbed of their desire to fight by fear.

"Spare us, sir!" the two little rascals fell to their knees.

The young mage walked straight past them, towards the hooligan leader and Monchi at the door of the cabin. Then he placed a dagger in Monchi's hand, and shook his head in the direction of the gangster's leader. The action made the gangster leader lean against the wall in fright, and sweat continued to run down his cheeks.

But Monchi was unmoved, he understood what the other party meant by the dagger handed to him, but he only held the dagger with some trembling. "Lord Saza......"

The mage impatiently snatched the dagger, "You two come here." He shouted to the two little rascals kneeling not far away. Soon they were crawling in front of the mage.

"Can anyone give me a satisfactory answer?" he slowly handed the dagger in his hand to the two little rascals.

One hand grasped the dagger in an instant, "I can!, my lord!" and the other hand was only a few seconds slower, and it could only be the back of his companion's hand.

"Good. Let's go. The young mage smiled and glanced at the inch-headed little rascal holding the dagger, and stood aside, looking forward to the other party's next performance.

The inch-headed hooligan walked up to his former boss with a dagger, and he lowered his head to look at the other party's **** lower body. The hooligan leader shook his head and pleaded, tears even oozing from his eyes with fear. This made the inch-headed hooligans a little bit of a reason to delay their action.

Just as he hesitated, the little rascal who had been a step slower suddenly rushed over and snatched his dagger from behind.

"Damn traitor! What are you going to do? Fuck!"

"Relax, Boss, Relax, Boss!"

The hooligan who snatched the dagger suddenly scuffled with the hooligan leader, he seemed to be crazy, and repeatedly chanted the "Relax, boss!" in his mouth, and finally he took advantage of the dagger in his hand, he reflexively rode onto the rogue leader's body, and then waved the dagger towards the crotch of the **** without hesitation.

"Ahh

It wasn't until the flesh and blood of the hooligan leader's lower body were blurred that the little rascal who was a little crazy was still muttering: "Relax, boss!" The movements in his hands had never been heard, perhaps it was the first time he used the knife, and he had cut it for a long time before he could be regarded as cutting off the thing and stabbing it on the dagger. Then he dragged the unconscious gangster leader out of the house with a dagger in one hand and the other. But the blood still flowed all over the ground.

The mage stepped forward and patted the rogue on the shoulder: "You missed your chance. He said to the winner who seized the opportunity: "From this day on, you are the new boss of your gang," of course, he knew that there were definitely more than these six people in this gang of hooligans, "remember me! And remember this little brother of mine! I hope that after today, you will be a little smarter." !"

When they came, six people walked, and when they left, one of them was going to be dragged along.

"Lord Saza......" Meng Qicai shouted in a trembling voice, the bloody scene was certainly terrifying to him, but compared to this, the way the mage handled it was even more daunting to him.

Of course, Saza knew that what he had done today was indeed cruel, and other things would not have caused him to be so ferocious, but this gang of hooligans did what he hated the most! Not to mention that the object of their insults was still people who were kind to him.

"I'm sorry, Monchi, I'm a little ......" He didn't know how to describe himself, he was silent for a moment, and then continued: "Redhead said he won't cover you, but don't worry, I'll cover you in the future, and if you have trouble in the future, come to me." ”

Meng Qi didn't know where he got the courage, raised his head and asked, "My lord, are you taking pity on me?"

To tell the truth, it would be impossible for Saza not to feel pity for the other party, after all, he had also witnessed the delicate and helpless life of the tender chicken today, and believed that the torture he had suffered in the past would not be much better than this time. It's no wonder that the sharp side of his personality has been polished clean in just a few days, and has become the cowardly appearance he is now.

"Of course not, remember? I owe you a favor. Although he replied like this, of course, he was talking about the other party blocking a hammer for Sean. But even he didn't notice that the tone of his voice to the other party had changed dramatically compared to before, and this change was enough to answer Meng Qi's question. "Just call me Saza from now on. ”

"Okay, Saza......" Finally Monchi resisted calling out the suffix.

"I'm here to pay you today, as we said before. Saza handed a small purse to Monchi, "I'm sorry to make a mess of your house." ”

"No, Saza......" Monchi said with a quick wave of his hand, a little flattered to take the bag of coins, but in the end Saza shoved it into his hand.

"Okay, my purpose has been achieved, then I'll go first, goodbye. ”

"Goodbye...... Saza. ”

When the mage was gone, Monchi opened the pouch, which glowed golden in the sunlight.