"Stone mill, stone mill, what's wrong with you, do you reply a word?"

In the crowd, a small man immediately crouched down to check on his condition, touching his nose and neck artery.

"Don't look at it, the stone mill is dead, and it's just burping. ”

But he had seen and heard a lot, and the military advisor glanced at the stone mill on the ground, and sighed.

"What? Is he really dead?"

Everyone was a little bit in disbelief. That's too fast, isn't it?

"Yes, the breath is all gone, and I can't die anymore. ”

The little man testified. He had personally inspected it and confirmed that it was correct.

"You demon, I'm going to ......" Seven Kills gritted his teeth, ready to mobilize everyone to besiege the mold monk.

Although it is said that they live on the tip of the knife every day, live a life of licking blood, and are used to seeing life and death parting, they still have to habitually ask their brothers for revenge.

"Hmph!" Someone at the center of the vortex of hatred was disdainful and unconcerned.

"If I were you, don't be impulsive, calm down, otherwise there will be another nameless corpse on the ground, and a spirit stone will be worthless. The moldy monk pouted and played the role of "lobbyist", as if he was not the one who had just been beaten.

"You demon, did you use some kind of magic to poison one of our brothers?"

Pojun, who had not spoken for a long time, couldn't help it, pulled out one of his big knives, and guarded against all the suspicious actions of the mildew monk at any time. For countless years, he did not believe in abiding by the adage of "there is strength in numbers", but in his own knife, the knife is in the person, and the knife is broken.

This time, he felt an unprecedented danger, that is, the monk who did not seem to be amazing, brought too many accidents to himself and his brothers, and did not have to do it himself to kill people? Master, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger? Or is it an invisible killer who has already laid an ambush and has no fear?

"Yes, yes, you dead bald donkey and dead shemale, harboring evil intentions, for the poisonous side, we will do the right thing for heaven, kill you, behead you, blood sacrifice stone mill little brother!"

Hearing Po Jun's words, Seven Kills pointed at the moldy monk and scolded. At the same time, without forgetting the wave of the big hand, everyone invariably pulled out the guys and prepared for war.

Today, however, is the most unforgettable and unsettling moment in their lives, when they hit people instead of being injured, they were injured again and again, and they "punished themselves" ten times with one punch.

Hell with it, there is absolutely no one who doesn't believe it.

"Well, if you want to die, I won't pull you. The monks are compassionate, and there is no need to torture people with long speeches. ”

Rolling up his sleeves, the mildew monk squinted his eyes, released a thief light, and laughed.

Now it was everyone's turn to be dumbfounded. They robbed homes and houses, killed people and sold a lot of goods, but it was the first time they saw that someone didn't care about the threat to their gang. It seems that their existence is like a threat, about the same as air.

"I don't believe in evil, I-hit!"

Seeing it in his eyes, he was angry in his heart, and the military advisor couldn't hold back any longer, and his fist hit the opponent's head.

Who knows, someone who was punched was not flustered at all, the punch didn't seem to have landed on his head, nothing happened at all, there was no bag, redness, swelling, and bruising, and the person was glancing at him with his peripheral vision.

However, the person concerned is fine, and the person who beats the person is not having a good time: "Papa" at least, ten times in a row, it seems that someone punched him ten times in seven kills, and directly beat him to the ground without waking people.

"Someone who is not evil, but wants to test the fire, faint a person, please continue! If you hurt one of my fingers, my moldy monk has the same surname as you!"

After looking around, the mold monk decided to brighten the bottom, not continue to hide his "bottom", and stretched out an arm to invite these more than ten subordinates to "hurt" himself.

What the heck!

Arrogant!

Still an idiot!

Looking at the stinky bald donkey in the middle, they didn't know what to do, and looked at each other.

First encounter.

Originally, the idea was to kill the military division seven times, but unfortunately the first of the seven kills of the military division fainted.

"Break the army, you go up and try. "The boss who was originally quiet was greedy for wolves, and this mouth commanded. He seems to have been abused again, his head is dizzy, half of his face is covered, he is really unhappy to the extreme, no matter how much he wants to kill people, but the guy who is not afraid of beating seems to be a special evil family, and he seems to be not afraid of beating or retaliation. After thinking about it, he added: "Don't move your knives and guns!"

Because the stone mill just now killed the monk with a weapon, and he died first, and the people were good.

Originally, it was rare to follow his brothers and subordinates, and he didn't want to die another one because of this.

"This, this ......" Hearing the boss's order, Pojun's head hurt, and he really wanted to refuse directly. However, he didn't dare to refuse, but he couldn't be ruthless and hesitated.

"Okay, I'...... Fuck it, beat you!" Although there was nothing to be done, Po Jun still symbolically kicked the moldy monk, kicked him directly on the back, and flew out one or two meters directly.

"Ah, you didn't have breakfast, you didn't have any energy. ”

Someone doesn't feel any pain at all, and it's basically no different from slipping, but it's not good to break the army: his waist seems to have been kicked seven or eight times, and his feet and feet are not light, so he can't stand up his waist, and he falls down directly with a "snap".

This slight injury is still within his bearability. After all, he still used two or three percent of his strength to kick the monk, and he didn't dare to use all his strength.

"Ahh

The crowd was in an uproar.

The crowd panicked.

The greedy wolf also panicked.

"Don't panic, everyone!" As the boss, the greedy wolf began to pay attention, waved his hand to let everyone stay away a little, and turned around and arched his hand: "Who are you, your body and body shape have not moved the slightest, but you really rebounded all the blows that others gave to you, no, even ten times 'return' to the person who beat you." ”

After repeated observation and recalling every detail, the greedy wolf finally discovered the problem.

Once, twice, three times, it had already made him wonder what it was like to know what this weirdo was all about.

The other party is definitely not a master, and his realm is not even as high as his, but the facts that emerge are enough to surprise him.

"Who am I? Didn't you just say that I am an unlucky monk. You won't forget it so quickly?" Monk Mold glanced at the other party and said lightly.

After saying this, everyone, including the greedy wolf, seemed to remember. There is such a sentence.

Yes, it was Po Jun who said it at the time.

"You didn't do it, so who was it, or did some other master in the dark beat us?"

Although he didn't believe in the evil sect, the greedy wolf still cautiously asked for verification.

"What a fool! Guess what. "Someone is holding his chest, but he is not answering the question.

The greedy wolf looked at his subordinates, and his subordinates looked at the boss, their eyes full of question marks, but they couldn't figure out where they were.

"Can't you think clearly?" said Monk Mold.

"Yes!"

"It's really stupid, since I am a moldy monk, if anyone touches my side, then, I will definitely pass on the mildew to you, and it is impossible for you not to take bad luck. ”

The mold monk was still happy to reveal the bottom.

"There seems to be no equivalence between being unlucky and being abused by others. ”

A small man raised his hand to ask.

"Yes, it's not a line. Everyone hurriedly agreed.

"Yes, it doesn't matter. Because I am one in a hundred million unlucky beings, if anyone wants to be unfavorable to me, the first person who is unlucky is the one who is unfavorable to me. Monk Moldy licked the corners of his mouth, quite proud.

", I don't get along!" someone immediately retorted.

"If you don't believe it, I can't help it. Let's put it this way, I am a naturally unfortunate person, and I often take the initiative to find me with some unlucky and unfortunate things, just like I was walking, but I bumped into your boss and was beaten by you. However, the only benefit of the body of bad luck is that I am beaten and beaten by you, and my body is not harmed, and you have been unlucky for ten days, and those who have murderous intentions against me are even more unlucky, and they are seriously injured and killed, and at least ten times the natural rebound, everyone has a share, and they will never be disappointed. ”

At this time, the mold monk generously put out his prestige one by one.

"So, did someone else help you punish us, or did you ...... Some force has punished us?"

At this point, the greedy wolf already believes in the "freak" of this strange man, but there is still a question that remains unanswered.

"To tell you the truth, I don't know. I guess it's the latter. More than a dozen of you have murderous thoughts on me, and you will definitely not live for three days, because you are looking for bad luck and can't complain about me. Monk Mold looked around, looked at the sky and sneered.

"No, how is it possible? We're still standing in front of you, all right. "Breaking the army immediately became full of questions.

"It's okay, you guys feel the meridians yourself, feel the left heart and chest, see if the blood is still smooth, are there any other abnormalities in the body?" said someone to the point.

"It's broken!

If you don't try, you don't know, everyone immediately turned blue, and the big thing was not good.