"Lord Gang Leader, Lord Gang Master~ Look, I'm driving the pig!"

Ye Wuming left on his front feet, and Mo Lang pushed the three pigs to Lu Yao's house, unable to hide his excitement, and did not take the outside things to heart.

Lu Yao stood outside the door, glanced at him casually, and quipped: "You really still care about pigs!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw Qi Peng chasing after him with a gloomy face, the speed was very fast, and he said viciously: "Little ghost, die!"

Qi Peng, as a 60-yuan-level Yuan King, it is naturally impossible for the disciples of the dream to dye the country to stop him.

Mo Lang felt a cool breeze behind him, and hurriedly dodged, while shouting, "Help the master save his life!"

At this time, Mo Li rushed out of the kitchen not far away with a kitchen knife in his hand, and used all his strength to throw the kitchen knife as a dart at Qi Peng, who was angry.

But instead of hitting Qi Peng, this knife completely angered him.

As the king of Yuan, he faced a group of big children, and he was deflated again and again.

Don't you want this face?

Qi Peng glared angrily, his body was like a wild goose, and with an arrow step, he came to Mo Li in an instant, the tall figure looked down at Mo Li, and reached out to pinch her slender neck.

Mo Li was intimidated by Qi Peng's Yuan Force, and his weak body couldn't dodge it at all, so he could only watch the big hand approach.

She didn't regret it in her heart, if time went back and she could do it again, she would still choose to throw a kitchen knife without hesitation and attract Qi Peng for her brother.

When Mo Lang saw this scene, his liver and gallbladder were cracked, and he yelled anxiously.

At the last moment, a silver needle shot out silently under the control of Lu Yao's powerful spiritual power, as fast as red thunder, and hit Qi Peng's neck.

In an instant, Qi Peng's outstretched palm stopped in mid-air, only half a centimeter away from Mo Li's slender jade neck, and the whole person was like a sculpture, only his eyes could move.

Lu Yao's needle, impartial, happened to be inserted in Qi Peng's Huiyuan acupoint, sealing his Yuan Force at the same time, but also paralyzing his action power.

Qi Peng was trapped, Mo Li's body was loose, and the whole person suddenly collapsed in place, panting heavily, there was a feeling of being out of the woods, her underwear was wet with cold sweat, what happened just now was too terrifying for her.

"It's only 60 yuan, and I dare to come to my dream of dying and looking for death, I really don't know whether to live or die. Lu Yao sneered softly, his eyes showing disdain.

It can be seen that Qi Peng's whole body began to break out with cold sweat, he still didn't understand what was wrong with him, why his body suddenly didn't obey the call, and the Yuan Force in his whole body also collapsed and couldn't be lifted.

"Helper, did you make a move just now?" Mo Lang swallowed his saliva, slashed at Lu Yao in shock, and asked softly.

Lu Yao glanced at him, as if looking at an idiot: "If it's not me who else can make a move?" Go and see your sister, don't be stupid in front of me!"

Mo Lang reacted at this time, and hurriedly ran to Mo Li and helped her up.

Mo Li looked at his arrogant brother, felt deeply disgusted, and glanced at him fiercely.

Lu Yao walked out of the house, walked lightly, came to Qi Peng, looked up and down, and sneered: "I didn't kill you, I actually ran to die by myself!"

Qi Peng couldn't speak, he could only widen his eyes and glared at Lu Yao angrily.

Seeing this, Mo Lang straightened up, jumped up in a flying step, swirled 360 degrees in the air, and slapped Qi Peng's face with a wave of his hand.

Hiss————

Mo Lang gasped, when he slapped him too hard just now, his palms were numb and painful.

And on Qi Peng's cheek, there was a faint red palm print.

"Dead scumbag, rotten beast, you dog, dare to stare at my gang leader?

Although Qi Peng is a 60-yuan level Yuan King powerhouse, as a man, his crotch is still the most vulnerable cover door!

At this moment, Lu Yao and Mo Li could almost hear the sound of the two eggs shattering.

Qi Peng's head was covered with sweat, his whole face turned purple, his eyes were bloodshot, and the corners of his eyes were even more split, burning with anger.

However, he was helpless, still unable to move.

"It's boring, Mo Lang, you can kill this person, clean and neat. Lu Yao shook his head slowly and turned to leave.

Mo Lang subconsciously shouted: "Okay!" But in the next second, he reacted, and asked in a stunned voice, "Kill him?"

He grew so big, although he had seen murder, but he had never killed anyone.

And this is the first time, the person who wants to kill is actually a 60-yuan-level Yuan King, a small general of the Great Qin Empire!

This thing caught him off guard!

"Yes, kill him. You have to hurry up, my silver needle can only seal him for half an hour, within half an hour, if you can't kill him and he recovers his freedom, you can do it yourself!" Lu Yao said softly without looking back, not taking Qi Peng's life to heart at all.

Hearing this, Mo Lang frowned, but did not immediately make a move.

His sister Mo Li was anxious to watch from the side, so she hurriedly ran back to the kitchen, took out another kitchen knife, handed it to him, and whispered at the same time: "Brother, do it quickly! The helper is testing you! Don't let the helper down!"

Mo Lang nodded heavily, relentlessly, took the sharpened and bright kitchen knife, gritted his teeth and swung it, slashing at Qi Peng's neck.

With the sound of a knife blade entering the flesh, the expected scene of the melon ripening and landing did not appear.

The kitchen knife was just stuck in Qi Peng's neck, about two centimeters deep into the flesh.

Qi Peng is a 60-yuan level Yuan King, or a military general, he can refine his body, and his defensive power far exceeds that of cultivators of the same level, and his blood power is extremely strong.

Mo Lang's knife did not kill in seconds, which is also normal.

"The neck is hard enough!" Mo Lang said viciously, then pulled out the kitchen knife and slashed it again.

This knife, again, only cut two centimeters deep!

Poor Qi Peng, who wanted to bite his tongue and commit suicide, was cut in the neck by a child with a kitchen knife, and slashed twice in a row, which was a great shame for him.

At this moment, he wished that he would die sooner, but his blood power was strong, and it was difficult to die.

Mo Lang saw that the two knives were unsuccessful, and his heart was furious, and he returned with two knives.

Qi Peng's neck was cut and curled, but he still didn't die.

There is another important reason why he is so difficult to die, and that is Lu Yao's silver needle!

That silver needle was a level 7 elemental weapon, and while sealing his yuan power, it also sealed his pulse, allowing the blood to flow through his body at an extremely slow speed.

"Brother, you're so useless, haven't you eaten in the morning?" Mo Li frowned, with a look of disgust.

"Nonsense! Obviously, this kitchen knife is too sharp!" Mo Lang glared slightly and responded.