I don't know how long it took, when there was no one at the scene except for the dead Xiao Mo and Lai Xinglong, the dead Xiao Mo finally stopped the knife in his hand. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He looked around, the ground was soaked in scarlet blood into a Shura hell, there were dead bodies everywhere, there were stumps and broken arms everywhere, there were hundreds of these bandits, but all of them were dead at this moment.

"Dead, all dead!" Lai Xinglong held a pair of copper hammers and looked blankly at these former brothers, who were now all lying in this pool of blood. Suddenly, he turned his gaze to look at the dead Xiao Mo, and his eyes were full of hatred.

"It's you, it's you who killed them!I'm going to avenge my brothers, ahhhhh

Dead Xiao Mo was expressionless, these bandits were originally evil-doers, and he didn't have any psychological burden to kill. It's fine if they don't mess with themselves, but since they do, they must have the consciousness of self-destruction.

Although the owner of the village named Lai Xinglong in front of him was born with divine power, he had brute force but didn't know how to use it, and if he wanted to kill him, it was not difficult for Xiao Mo to die.

At the moment when Lai Xinglong rushed over wielding a big copper hammer, he saw the dead Xiao Mo's toes tapping on the ground, and the whole person suddenly rose into the air like a feather. Seeing this, Lai Xinglong stopped the momentum of rushing forward, and with a wave of his big arm, a big copper hammer swept towards the dead Xiao Mo who rose into the air.

When Dead Xiao Mo rose to the extreme, he gathered all his strength to condense at one point, and with the weight of his body, he slashed down at Lai Xinglong on the ground, and his momentum was like a meteorite falling into the sky, which was incomparable!

"Drink!"

Lai Xinglong shouted, and the copper hammer in his left hand and the copper hammer in his right hand were placed above his head, trying to resist the momentum of the meteor with his own strength.

"Qiang!" The chopping knife slashed on the copper hammer and brought out a spark, and Xiao Mo felt that his hands holding the knife trembled, and the tiger's mouth was numb, and at the same time, Lai Xinglong's arm suddenly made a crisp click, and then the pair of copper hammers could no longer resist, and a trembling sound smashed on his own head.

At the moment when Lai Xinglong's legs fell weakly, the dead Xiao Mo turned over with his strength and landed lightly on the ground not far away.

He looked at Lai Xinglong, who was slumped on the ground, the parway was sunken, blood was flowing from the top of his head to his chin, and he was already too dead to die.

The evil spirit has come out, and the dead Xiao Mo no longer has nostalgia for this place, he turned around and walked away in this scene that seemed to be Shura's hell.

Less than a cup of tea after the dead Xiao Mo left, the lightning came from the direction of the dungeon with a pale face, looking at the blood all over the ground, she looked at the direction of the dead Xiao Mo and muttered to herself:

"Ruthless, decisive, unsparing, terrible man, I still underestimate him!"

......

The dead Xiao Mo went down Hutou Mountain, he stepped on the official road again, and came to the teahouse where he stayed yesterday evening.

"Old man, tea!"

"Wait a minute, guest officer!" the old man replied from the room.

After a while, the old man came from behind Xiao Mo with a teapot and a tea bowl, he put the tea bowl on the table, and slowly brewed light green tea from the teapot in his hand.

"Where did you come from?" he said as he glanced at Xiao Mo.

It's okay not to look at it, but the old man's hand couldn't help but shake at a glance, and the light green tea on the spout spilled out.

"Hutou Mountain!" Dead Xiao Mo replied as if he hadn't seen anything, and replied indifferently.

"Tiger... Hutou Mountain!" the old man's lips trembled, and he hurriedly took back the hand that was making tea, but after taking it back, it trembled even more.

"Why, the old man knows about this Hutou Mountain?" asked Xiao Mo curiously.

"Ah, no... I don't know!" the old man hurriedly shook his head and denied: "Little old man doesn't know what Hutou Mountain is!"

"Really?" Dead Xiao Mo withdrew his gaze from him, stared at the void in front of him, and said as if talking to himself:

"But that's not what you said yesterday. ”

The old man panicked, knelt down beside the dead Xiao Mo with a plop, and begged him for mercy while kowtowing to the dead Xiao Mo:

"Heroes spare their lives, heroes spare their lives!"

"Oh?" Dead Xiao Mo picked up the half-bowl of tea on the table and took a sip to his lips, and whispered to the old man: "Tell me, why do you want me to spare your life?

"No, no, no!" the old man knelt on the ground and shook his head repeatedly, "The hero is a good person, a good person, the little old man is the bad person, the little old man just begs the hero to spare my life and give me a way to live!"

Dead Xiao Mo didn't speak again, he drank the tea in the bowl in one gulp, and with force between his fingers, the tea bowl shattered into several petals in his hand. He left a petal clasped in his hand, and with a twist of his wrist, he was about to shoot out the fragment and take the life of the old man in front of him, when he suddenly heard a crisp child's voice in his ears:

"Grandpa!"

Dead Xiao Mo turned his head and saw that a little girl behind him was standing there prettyly, with a pair of innocent big eyes sparkling, she was the old man's granddaughter.

Alas!

Dead Xiao Mo let out a soft sigh in his heart, and the fragments of the tea bowl that were ready to go were quietly put back. He reached out and took a coin from his waist, threw it on the table, got up and said to the old man:

"You're doing it yourself!"

With that, he left without looking back.

A month later, Dead Xiaomo stood at the foot of Lin'an City, looking at the guards patrolling back and forth on the city wall, and the long queue from the city gate to the outside of the city, his heart was light.

He's finally back!

When he returned to Lin'an City this time, he wanted to take Ming Daohong away and return to Sanssouci Valley to end the marriage. The marriage between the two has dragged on for a long time, and now there is nothing to hinder them, as long as they return to Sanssouci Valley and become relatives, they are a legitimate husband and wife.

Thinking of this, he walked towards the city gate.

Lin'an Dongcheng, Xiao Mansion.

"The dead boy is back! The dead son is back!"

In the report of the servants in the mansion, the dead Xiao Mo stepped into the mansion. As soon as he walked into the hall, Ming Daohong, who got the news, rushed over, accompanied by Xiao Bao's two wives - Jiaojiao and Chen Xiurong.

"Sister Yang Yan!"

When Ming Daohong saw the dead Xiao Mo, she couldn't do anything, she ran to the side of the dead Xiao Mo with a gust of fragrant wind with her skirt, and then threw herself into his arms.

In fact, it's no wonder that Ming Daohong is so out of shape, the last time Xiao Mo left, he was injured, and the dead Xiao Mo and the lightning went to Xiangxi, and he was looking for the Five Immortal Sect that had a grudge against the dead Xiao Mo's mother, which made Ming Daohong's heart hang all the time, and he was worried about the safety of the dead Xiao Mo every day.

Now that she saw the dead little Mo come back safely, she was naturally very happy.

(For more information, see the next breakdown)

――――