The little fat man rolled over and over again, and he was dizzy, and he shook his head, and was about to get up from the ground.

The young man in red flew forward and stepped on his head, stomping his head on the snow.

The rough snow rubbed violently on his face, and the tingling and suffocating sensation instantly overwhelmed the little fat man.

He struggled desperately, and the snow below was swept away, but instead of the land, it was a foul-smelling mud puddle.

The smell was familiar to the little fat man, for he had been hiding in the swamp for the past few days, and the stench coming from it was very similar to this one.

At that time, he had a strong qi to protect himself, and although the smell of sludge was unpleasant, it could not disturb him.

At this moment, he was trampled under the feet of the young man in red, and he couldn't even perform the talisman technique, so he could only let the sludge and dirty water pour into his mouth and nose.

The young man in red was unrelenting, stomped on his head and said, "As long as you say that you are a waste, I can forgive you for your offensive." ”

The little fat man buried his face in the mud puddle, and said intermittently: "I...... No...... No...... Rubbish. ”

The fierce light in the eyes of the young man in red flickered, but it lightened the strength of his feet.

The little fat man took the opportunity to raise his head slightly, wiped a handful of mud from his face, and gasped for breath.

But he had just gasped for a few breaths when he suddenly felt another heavy pressure on his head, and his face was stepped into the mud puddle again.

When he was about to hold on any longer, the young man in red raised his foot again and let him breathe three breaths.

When he was almost relieved, the young man in red stepped on him again, ravaging his face in the mud.

And so on and so forth, the young man in red is like a wild cat that likes to tease its prey, constantly torturing the little fat man.

Gradually, the little fat man began to lose consciousness, as if he was in a dark abyss, but his mind was white.

The young man in red hung his feet above the little fat man's head, looked at him coldly, and was about to step down again.

Two hands suddenly held his feet, and the little fat man's face was covered with mud, and he couldn't see his true face clearly.

He finally couldn't hold it anymore, and begged for mercy: "Please, let me go." ”

The young man in red was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Do you think your bones are so hard?" ”

He hooked the little fat man's chin with his toes, and the soles of his shoes gently patted his cheeks: "Aren't you very capable?" What, this doesn't work? ”

The little fat man knelt in front of the young man in red, letting him mock himself wantonly, not daring to speak back, let alone fighting back.

The young man in red kicked the little fat man's hand away and stepped on the back of his neck, this time without stepping him into the mud puddle, and said sharply: "What are you?" ”

The little fat man lowered his head and gritted his teeth stubbornly, his face struggled violently, and it was better to hold back the tears than to stay.

"Huh?"

The young man in red looked impatient, gradually increasing the strength under his feet, and his voice became more and more fierce: "Say! ”

"I'm trash!" After the little fat man shouted this sentence loudly, he seemed to have lost the strength of his whole body.

He fell to his knees, tears flowing down his cheeks like two long rivers that had burst their banks.

The young man in red smiled proudly, stepped the little fat man's face into the mud puddle again, and gently crushed and ravaged: "Since it is waste, you should eat the mud, eat!" ”

The little fat man's face was stuck in the mud puddle, and there was no trace of sparkle in his eyes, and he opened his mouth blankly and gnawed on the sludge in the pit.

The young man in red looked up to the sky and roared, bursting out with a burst of arrogant laughter, and the previous grievances were swept away at this time, and he felt extremely happy in his heart.

He lowered his head, and was about to take a closer look at the embarrassed appearance of the person at his feet, but saw a red light reflected in the distance, and a swift firebird flew towards him.

After the firebird, followed by a strangely shaped sharp blade, and after the sharp blade was naturally Li Hongmei, who arrived in a hurry.

The red-clothed young man snorted coldly, and immediately raised his hand to build an earthen wall in front of him, blocking the firebird and the blade.

He glanced at Li Hongmei in the distance, and sneered, but he didn't take her seriously at all.

With his cultivation at the seventh layer of the Qi Refining Realm, coupled with the strong background of Hongluan Peak, how could he put a mere miscellaneous servant in his eyes?

He opened his mouth and was about to reprimand Li Hongmei, suppressing her arrogance as an inner disciple, but out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a footprint on the snow in front of him.

He was vigilant and was about to cast a spell to protect his body, but before he could make a movement in his hand, his right cheek was seriously deformed, and the whole person inexplicably rose from the ground and flew backwards.

The young man in red was sliding backwards against the snow, and he was so shocked that he raised his hand to try the spell again.

There was a thud, and his left hand smashed a large hole in the snow.

If you look closely, in addition to the traces of being pressed by the hand of the young man in red, there is also a faint footprint in the pit.

But the young man in red didn't have the heart to notice this, he raised his left hand as much as he could, only to find that there was a sharp pain in his wrist, and the wrist bone had been shattered.

Before he could think about it, the young man in red's pupils suddenly shrank, and a half-foot-long ice pick inexplicably appeared, nailing his right hand to the snow.

The young man in red gasped, sweating in pain, and was screaming in pain, but he saw that face that made him extremely jealous appeared in front of him out of thin air.

The young man in red was horrified: "You? ”

Mo Hansheng's face was expressionless, and he slapped his palm in the face, and the force was so great that he almost broke his neck.

The young man in red was furious: "Me! ”

Mo Hansheng didn't say a word, and slapped him in the face again.

The young man in red shut up and didn't speak, but soon his mouth opened slightly, and his face showed a very frightened look.

I saw Mo Hansheng pick up his broad palm, open his bow left and right, and whipped wildly on his pale face.

Bang Bang Bang ......

A series of crisp slaps echoed in the mountains and forests.

In a short time, the cheeks of the young man in red were swollen like naan, a little better than the round face of the little fat man.

The corners of the young man's eyes flashed with tears, and there was still a faint trace of grievance, and the nosebleed formed a column of blood among Gao Long's people.

Mo Hansheng breathed a sigh of relief and raised his arm again, and the young man in red let out an extremely weak and helpless bark like a wounded puppy.

But Mo Hansheng didn't have a hint of soft-heartedness towards him, and his raised palm was about to fall again, but he heard Li Hongmei's voice behind him.

"Little fat man, are you alright?"

Mo Hansheng looked back, but saw the little fat man kneeling on the snow, ignoring Li Hongmei's words.

He stared at the sludge on the ground in a daze, and muttered, "I'm waste, I'm waste......"

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed the sludge on the ground and slowly put it into his mouth.

Li Hongmei slapped the sludge off, stretched out her hand to support his body, and her voice was full of pity: "It's okay, it's okay." ”

But the little fat man seemed to have lost his mind, and he was still muttering to himself, and his hand couldn't stop reaching for the mud puddle.

"Hmph."

Seeing this scene, the young man in red unconsciously let out a sneer, but as soon as the laughter came out, he immediately regretted it.

Mo Han didn't look back and slapped the young man in red again, and then turned his head to look at him, his eyes full of cold killing intent.

The young man in red only felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his whole body couldn't stop shaking.

He fluttered and tried to step back, the palm of his hand impaled by an ice pick, the wound tearing as he struggled.