Lu Yao looked at the two brothers and sisters quietly, pursed his mouth boredly, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he threw a dagger with a wave of his hand.

This dagger was a level 6 element weapon that he had created at random in his spare time.

Although it is not very precious, it is easy to cut off Qi Peng's neck.

With a whoosh, the dagger was stuck in the dirt at Mo Lang's feet.

"This dagger is for you. Lu Yao said lightly.

When Mo Lang heard this, he was overjoyed, and hurriedly discarded the kitchen knife and picked up the dagger on the ground, while not forgetting to thank him.

This dagger, he only glanced at it, and knew that it was a good treasure, and he couldn't put it down.

After Qi Peng saw the dagger, there was no fear in his eyes, but a relieved look full of relief.

Mo Lang grabbed the dagger and danced a wreath in mid-air, and the sound of the blade cutting through the air was like a kingfisher's soft song, which was melodious.

"Good baby!"

With Mo Lang's admiration, Qi Peng was finally relieved, his head rolled to the ground like a watermelon, and the incision on his neck was flat.

The silver needle also flew back into his hand under Lu Yao's control and was put away.

These silver needles are good things, and at present, Lu Yao's body is cultivating in the Netherworld, so it can't replenish resources yet.

So it can't be wasted.

Lu Yao estimated that Shen Mengxin, a fake Yuan puppet, with his spiritual power, could completely fight with the 80-yuan Yuan Emperor.

This is not an exaggeration, his spiritual power can resist things, and his spiritual power is extremely strong.

For the general Yuan Emperor, it can be completely crushed.

"Helper, did you really give me this dagger?" Mo Lang came to Lu Yao excitedly, as happy as a pug, almost wagging his tail.

Lu Yao rolled his eyes and said softly, "Hurry up and kill the pig." I'm going to eat pork at noon!"

Mo Lang cheered again and again, and walked towards the three poor pigs with a strange smile.

The three domestic pigs knew that their lives were numbered, so they could only scream in panic and kick in place.

"Lord Helper, there's still a fight outside, aren't we going to help?" asked Mo Li weakly.

The corners of Lu Yao's mouth rose, a hint of intriguing light flashed in his eyes, and he said softly: "Let them fight for a while, don't worry." Now that Qi Peng is dead, those homeless people can't make any big waves, I believe that Ye Wuming will settle down!"

Mo Li nodded sensibly, but his eyes were a little evasive, and his face was not very good, as if he was worried about something.

Lu Yao saw it in his heart and said softly, "You shouldn't be worried about Ye Wuming, right?"

The words fell, and before Mo Li could defend himself, he heard Mo Lang shouting: "What? Worried about Ye Wuming? Sister, is it true? You shouldn't have taken a fancy to him!"

The ruthless mending knife is the deadliest.

Mo Li hurriedly raised his head, glared at Mo Lang, and shouted: "Brother, what are you talking nonsense! What do you mean by falling in love with him! I'm just worried about our gang's brothers!"

When Mo Lang heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously, and said lightly: "It's good if you don't like it, let me tell you, Ye Wuming's kid is not a good bird, day by day, the girls who chase behind him are several times more than those who chase me!

When Mo Li heard this, his whole body trembled with anger, and he directly threw out the kitchen knife in his hand and stabbed it beside Mo Lang.

Mo Lang looked at the kitchen knife on the side, cold sweat suddenly broke out on his back, and he didn't dare to say more, he was afraid.

'What a pair of living brothers and sisters—' Lu Yao muttered to himself.

In the blink of an eye, the sun is on the branches, and noon has arrived.

The shouting and scolding outside the Dream Dye Jiangshan base gradually subsided, and the battle between the two sides was nearing the end.

"It's almost, Mo Lang, you go and finish it!" Lu Yao commanded with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Hearing this, Mo Lang nodded excitedly, grabbed the dead Qi Peng's head on the ground and ran towards the outside of the base.

This kind of good thing to throw his head and face, he is too happy to do.

Not only can you harvest the hearts of girls, but also enhance your prestige, why not.

"Lord Helper, this kind of good thing, why don't you go yourself, you have to cheapen my idiot brother!" Mo Li asked with a puzzled expression.

Lu Yao laughed dryly, casually said that he was not interested, and sent it away.

But in fact, he did it on purpose, and the dream was dyed in the country, and Ye Wuming's power can be said to be the largest, and he has the most henchmen.

This kind of one-person scene is not what Lu Yao wants to see.

It's not that I'm worried that Ye Wuming will defect in the future.

Lu Yao just felt that if a group is not competitive, it means that there is no room for growth.

Therefore, he must support Mo Lang first, so that Mo Lang can also form a small force and compete with each other.

Outside the base, there was a mess and wailing.

Everywhere you look, people fall to the ground and groan in pain.

These people have bruises or bleeds, and they are not lightly wounded!

It can also be seen that Ye Wuming and his thousand younger brothers are besieging hundreds of displaced people.

"Qi Peng is dead! You will be arrested before you tie your hands!" Mo Lang raised Qi Peng's head high and shouted fiercely.

This sound directly shocked everyone.

People all looked at Mo Lang, who suddenly broke in.

"What! Qi Peng is dead! This is impossible, he is a 60-yuan level Yuan King, how could he die at the hands of this group of children!" A famous adult man muttered to himself in horror.

However, the head was not fake.

Ye Wuming looked at Mo Lang, his eyes were deep, and he was thinking about it in his heart, a little lost, a little excited, and a lot of mixed feelings.

He suddenly had a feeling of falling out of favor!

Immediately afterwards, on the side of the dream, bursts of enthusiastic roars erupted.

As for those homeless people, they also reacted and fled one after another, fearing that they would be one step behind and besieged by children.

"Hey, hey——— don't run, chase, chase—"

Seeing this, Xu Longxiang picked up a big stone stupidly and threw it.

A large stone streaked through a semicircle in the air, smashing firmly into the brain of a homeless person.

The homeless man was suddenly dead, his brain was wide open, white and red.

Mo Lang glanced at it and shouted, "Stop chasing, Brother Xu Longxiang!"

Xu Longxiang blinked his cross-eyed eyes, turned his head, and said innocently: "Why-don't you chase, I haven't--hit it yet!"

Lu Yao in the room saw this scene through his spiritual power, narrowed his eyes, and said in surprise: "Could this doll named Xu Longxiang be born with divine power?

An hour later, after Ye Wuming led people to clean up the battlefield, he came to Lu Yao.

"In this battle, we lost a total of 419 brothers, 2,123 seriously wounded, and the rest were slightly wounded. 912 people were killed, and 5,723 opponents were seriously wounded. Ye Wuming lowered his head and said succinctly.

Lu Yao was not surprised by this number.

Because Ye Wuming had been preparing for this battle for a long time, it could be said that there were traps set by him everywhere outside the Dream Dye Jiangshan base.

Moreover, the number of people who dream of dying the country far exceeds that of the opposite side, and the tactics of the sea of people naturally highlight the advantage.

"You seem to be very unhappy about this big victory, do you think I did something wrong?" Lu Yao smiled and asked softly. The new revision and upgrade address of the mobile station:, data and bookmarks are synchronized with the computer station, and the ad-free fresh reading!