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As soon as Mo Lang appeared, he attracted everyone's attention.

Especially when I saw the other party holding a thin monkey in his hand, I was even more curious about the origin of the other party.

After all, the strength of a person who can carry a thin monkey can be seen.

What's more important is that the momentum exuded by the other party actually made the temperature of the real tavern drop, not to mention, and also made them feel like they were seeing the king of killing.

It's scary.

Even some people who have never seen the King of Slaughter have speculated whether such a young and unconventional boy in front of him is the King of Killing.

Even Liu Erlong, who was struggling to support him, looked at the handsome young man in white curiously.

She recalled everyone she knew, but she didn't have any impression of seeing each other, but why did the other party come to save her?

"Who are you boy?"

Tianba looked at Mo Lang, who had an extraordinary bearing, and his eyes also showed a touch of solemnity.

Being able to exude such a powerful momentum, how could I have seen it every time?

"Kill your man!"

Mo Lang didn't talk nonsense, and immediately rushed to Tianba's group.

Because when he saw the injuries on Liu Erlong's body, he was already furious!

"Kill me? If you want to kill me, you have to see if you have ......."

Burst!

Before Tianba finished speaking, his head was directly smashed by a stick, and blood splattered three feet high!

Mo Lang's current strength, the king of killing is not out, who will compete!

The whole person is like a no-man's land, destroying the withering and decaying and killing the Heavenly Tyrant in an instant!

Seeing this scene, the whole tavern fell silent!

You can hear the pin dropping!

Everyone looked at the white-clothed young man who looked like a god king in shock.

Because he killed the Heavenly Tyrant who has won more than 30 games in a row!

And it's a one-hit kill!

This thunderous method directly shocked everyone.

"My lord, this is all instructed by the Heavenly Tyrant, and it has nothing to do with us!"

"Yes, we were also forced, and it has nothing to do with us!"

Seeing Mo Lang so terrifying, the rest of the people knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

"Nothing to do with you? Then go down and find him!"

Mo Lang was already angry, where would he spare these people.

In Douluo, the woman he feels most distressed and admires the most is Liu Erlong, who dares to love and hate.

Even he didn't know that Liu Erlong had already occupied a certain position in his heart.

Now when she sees someone hurting her, she can only apologize with death!

Burst!

Mo Lang hit the person closest to him with another stick, and blood splashed everywhere, and he didn't even bother to use his soul power to block the blood.

Let the blood stain his white clothes.

Because today he's going to kill!

Tell everyone here.

Liu Erlong is his woman!

"Fight with him!"

Seeing this, someone shouted, and immediately ran to the back door of the tavern.

But what he didn't expect was that someone ran faster than him!

!

A pack of dogs!

Here, the innocent die the fastest.

"Want to run? Have you asked me if I have a stick in my hand?"

Seeing this, Mo Lang suddenly became larger and longer with the Ruyi golden hoop stick in his hand, and a stick swept out, and those people were like watermelons, exploding one by one!

All of a sudden.

Corpses are everywhere,

A river of blood!

Shocked!

Everyone looked at Mo Lang in fear, for fear that he would become murderous and sweep away the entire tavern.

Some of the timid ones have already taken the opportunity to sneak out.

And Mo Lang looked at Liu Erlong distressedly as if he was fine, and asked, "Are you okay?"

Liu Erlong looked at the white-clothed red-blooded young man in front of her, she kept reminiscing, but she was hairy

Now I really haven't seen many people.

But judging from the other party's clear eyes, he should have just come here, could it be that he became himself? 藲礿尛裞網

With questions, Liu Erlong looked at Mo Lang in confusion and asked, "Who are you?"

It's just that after asking, Liu Erlong completely collapsed and fainted, and fell into Mo Lang's arms, but before she fell unconscious, she heard a sentence: "Don't worry, with me, I will never let anyone hurt you."

It was this sentence that made Liu Erlong's heart skip a beat.

……

……

The next day.

The news of a Mo Lang spread throughout the Killing Capital.

Everyone here knows that there is a young man in white who is a god of killing!

On the first day of his arrival, he killed several people who had won more than a dozen games in a row.

More importantly, no one can withstand him with a stick.

Drunken dreams of dead buildings.

"Did you hear that? That kid took away the woman you fancied, and you won't take a look?" The curvaceous, charming-looking Rakshasa looked at Shura, who was sitting opposite him, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I'm more interested in that boy than in that woman." Shura ignored the provocation of the Rakshasa and remembered the white-clothed young man yesterday, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "I didn't expect that there were good people on this continent, it seems that they have also discovered the correct cultivation method."

"After all, this is the place where the Shura God ascended, although the history is not as long as our Senluo Continent, it is not to be underestimated, and it is not a strange thing to have a few geniuses."

Rakshasa was not surprised and said, "What? Do you still want to subdue the other person?"

"Yes, there is this idea, but only if he can win the Hell Proving Ground championship and obtain the killing realm, otherwise it will be a burden to follow him."

"You must know that those perverts have already started the Godhead test, if we don't hurry up, they are very likely to come over and snatch the godhood and have dual godheads!" When Shura thought of those perverts, there was a hint of jealousy in his eyes.

Because his brother is one of those perverts, if he doesn't work hard to become stronger, maybe the family will directly let his brother devour him!

This is the sorrow of the big family.

"Yes, fortunately, we are not strong enough to pass through that passage."

……

Drunken dreams and deaths are three floors upstairs.

This is the place to stay, and the people who live here are more than one consecutive year.

"Hmm~"

A soft snort sounded, and Liu Erlong woke up from his coma.

Looking at the unfamiliar room, Liu Erlong sat up suddenly, then lifted the quilt and looked at his clothes, and his face immediately became ugly.

My clothes have been changed!

She remembered the boy who saved her before she fainted.

"Don't worry, I asked the maid to take off the clothes for you, the clothes on your body are mine, although I like you, I never take advantage of people's danger."

At this time, Mo Lang walked out of the kitchen with an apron and a bowl of porridge, looking like a warm man at home, and he didn't look like a person who killed people before.

Because this is Mo Lang's elaborate dressing.

What a woman in her thirties wants most is a warm home.

Especially Liu Erlong, who has just fallen out of love, what he needs most is care and a sense of security.

The sense of security Mo Lang has already shown part of it yesterday.

If you care, what could be better than waking up with a hangover and someone serving them a bowl of steaming porridge to keep them warm?

After all, to pursue a woman like Liu Erlong, money is not the most important thing, but it depends on what many parties need.

Sure enough, when he saw Mo Lang's dress, Liu Erlong's eyes were much less guarded, his eyes softened, and he thanked him softly.

"No thanks, this is all as it should be, get up and eat something, this is freshly cooked preserved egg and lean porridge, I don't know if you like it or not, rest assured that the ingredients are all brought in from the outside by myself."

Mo Lang held the porridge, revealing a gentle gaze, seeing that Liu Erlong blushed a little, and asked embarrassedly, "Is there anything on my face?"

"There's something about it."

"What's that?"

"It's kind of pretty."