"From this hour onwards you will be the slaves of this man for ten days. During this time you shall take the word of this man as the greatest commandment, and you will abandon the rule of my word as the greatest command, and nothing I say during this period shall be counted until the end of the tenth. When the date is over, come back here consciously. ”

This is what Boss Fu personally said when he gave these ten slaves to Lao Shrimp. And the old shrimp verified on the spot that the slave was genuine.

Since the date has not arrived, anything that the original owner said during the period is not counted, how did the original owner of this game break it?

Isn't the spirit slave obedient to his master's words? If he doesn't listen, won't he be killed on the spot? Aren't there many examples of masters being killed by slaves?

Shouldn't this be a fake machine spirit slave? No, in the past few days, Lao Shrimp has done countless verifications, ordered these slaves not to sleep all night, and even ordered these slaves to cut off their own skins, and these slaves did not blink.

Looking at the slave who charged over, after hearing the words that your mother was eaten by a dog, he immediately stood in a daze, his eyes were dazed, and the old shrimp secretly screamed in his heart.

"Kill this fat man for me! Kill him!" the old shrimp pointed at Boss Fu and shouted loudly again.

The ten slaves, with dazed eyes, charged again.

"Abolish these two for me!" Before the old shrimp could sigh, Boss Fu smiled playfully and pointed his hands at Mo Xiaohe and the old shrimp.

The situation suddenly reversed.

The ten slaves suddenly stopped and divided into two teams, one team to kill Mo Xiaohe, and the other team to kill Lao Shrimp.

The world's martial arts are divided into nine grades. Jiupin Wufu is different from ordinary people, with a strength of 500 catties, and he is considered a fledgling in martial arts. So far, every liter of a product, the strength will increase by 500 catties, a grade of martial arts, stronger than the lion tiger, close to the power of the dragon elephant.

These ten slaves are a product, their strength is infinite, and they are close to the old shrimp, and they have rushed to the front of the old shrimp with a whoosh, and they will cut it with their knives, and the speed is extremely fast.

In a panic, the old shrimp brazenly pulled out a dagger from his waist and blocked the stab in the skull.

But four knives were thrown in front of him, and they slashed very quickly.

The secret scream is not good, and he retreats suddenly, but the speed of the old shrimp who is not a third-grade martial arts cultivator is obviously not fast enough, and his arms on both sides are torn off with a thud and fall into the air. Leave your body with your legs together.

There is no such thing as written in the storybook, the famous black man in Ximen County stabbed a slave, or his body fluttered and fought with the slave in the rain for 300 rounds, and it was not enough to write that the mask of the black man died several times and did not fall, looking at the world.

It's just simple, the old shrimp collapsed suddenly, lying forward, bleeding like a river, unable to move, only a pair of eyes like a hungry wolf, staring at Boss Fu.

"Stop, abolish this young man!" Boss Fu pointed at Mo Xiaohe again.

On the other side, Mo Xiaohe had already fought with the other five slaves.

Although these slaves have a good martial arts cultivation, they are slaves after all, they only care about rushing forward, they don't look at the distance when they come out of the knife, they don't know how to chop accurately, and they don't know how to seize the opportunity, at best, they are only strong, fast, and not afraid of death.

And Mo Xiaohe has not only cultivated to a high level, but has also practiced the long sword in his hand for many years. It is a drop of water flying from high in the sky, or an arrow as fast as the wind, and Mo Xiaohe can also cut it in half in half in an instant.

With a snort, Mo Xiaohe accurately cut off one of the slave's heads, turned around very quickly, and stabbed Boss Fu on the Taishi's chair with a sword.

Looking at the long sword in front of him, Boss Fu's face remained unchanged.

Boom.

There were two fingers between the sword in Mo Xiaohe's hand. A sword that was no more than a hair's length away from Boss Fu couldn't move forward half a point no matter what.

The one who caught the sword in Mo Xiaohe's hand was the tall slave who had been guarding in front of Boss Fu.

The slave kicked it and hit Mo Xiaohe in the chest. The latter was kicked backwards and slammed into the pillar in the prison, creaking and breaking in half like an arm-thick pillar of rotten wood, and Mo Xiaohe fell to the ground with a bang.

"Stop. Boss Fu's tone was gloomy.

Mo Xiaohe held the ground with one hand, staggered to stand up with his sword, his face turned red, but only a mouthful of pus and blood spurted out.

The slave's foot had already injured Mo Xiaohe's internal organs.

"It's just a child, after all. Boss Fu looked at Mo Xiaohe, who was pale, and his tone was slow and reasonable, "Once again, what I said before proved that I was right." It is a very useless thing to have a body of blood. ”

"A good person, a good skin, a good martial arts foundation, but he doesn't love money, power, power, but he likes the happiness and hatred of the rivers and lakes and the freedom of imagination. It's a pity. ”

"You are very similar to your father, Kong Yong is powerful, brave and unmatched, if it weren't for the empty friendship that believed me, he was poisoned, and the old shrimp would not have been assassinated. You are also very similar to your mother, you look very beautiful, you didn't choose me who was brave and resourceful, I had to stay with your brave and resourceful father until death. ”

"When you appeared in the Qian family's compound, when you faced many rich and powerful people alone, I almost recognized you, your family is quite similar, and you all deserve it. ”

Mo Xiaohe propped up the ground with his sword, and his body was half-bowed. Is my mother beautiful? Is my father brave? Do you deserve it?

Mo Xiaohe, who grew up in the simple and rough Shili Street in the remote mountains since he was a child, had a trace of anger on his face for the first time.

When you can't fight, you can't scold, and you can't help it, you will be angry.

This is the anger that has airborne on the pale face.

Boss Fu looked at the angry Mo Xiaohe, and did not choose the same approach as the Qian brothers, if he won the fight, he would show off his might and ridicule him, shouting that you are a person like a broken stray dog is also worthy of fighting with me, and the same thing as a beggar is also worthy of being able to fight with me, I Boss Fukai, which you can afford to provoke.

Boss Fu didn't do this, he just had a calm face and no waves in his tone.

"I killed the whole family, you want to take revenge, this is also human nature. After all, the family is the country, the family is inherited, and the country is inherited. When I was about your age, I dared to single-handedly chop up the big family that defiled my sister. I admire you for that, too. ”

"But now that the world is peaceful and prosperous, you are so poor that you are tinkling. What do you use to fight with the rich and powerful? The world of this Great Xia is completely inferior to before, after all, everyone can become a hero in troubled times, right?"

"Mr. Bao's words are worth a thousand gold, no matter how well you write, you can only be regarded as a clown in a rich restaurant, right?"

"A small Ximen County garrison, a person who runs a restaurant, can slaughter your entire village, right? You can only stare at and be powerless, right?"

"If you are a hypocritical villain, listen to the words of the old shrimp, listen to the words of the adults, be a dog, you will do what others say, you will do what you want, enter the army or enter the world, and then you will not learn that Mr. Bao to write well, step by step to climb up, but there is still a little hope that you can defeat me. ”

"But you have to kill me single-handedly?" Boss Fu spread his hands, revealing a helpless expression that he was also looking at, "Stupid, isn't it?

Mo Xiaohe raised his head suddenly, his pale and weak face went up, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

I might be happier to just slash me.

If you kill someone, do you still have to punish your heart?

Stupid, stupider than my dad?

When you are a dog, is it a dog that everyone else says you have to do well?

Even though a sharp pain hits the whole body, every breath and breath is like a poisonous insect crawling with bites in the five internal organs.

Bah.

Mo Xiaohe still spurted out a mouthful of blood, stood up abruptly with a muffled sigh, raised his head, raised his sword, and charged again.

Rumble.

The back of a knife slammed into the back of Mo Xiaohe's head.

Mo Xiaohe fell to the ground again, unconscious, but on his clean and beautiful face, his brows were still tightly locked, like a demon with a huge grudge.

"Han Yu, Han Yu, I chased you for ten years, wrote countless love letters, and stood at your door for countless days and nights, but you chose that fool Tang Yongchang, and you just gave birth to such a stupid son. ”

"You deserve it, you deserve it. ”

Boss Fu looked at Mo Xiaohe, who couldn't stand on the ground, and sighed quietly, "That's it, there's no time to mess around with you idiots." Time's up. ”

"Someone is robbing the prison!" the strong man slave beside Boss Fu roared, and the sound tore through the night and spread in all directions.

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......

In the dark night, a beautiful man with a saber in white looked blankly at the direction of Ximen County Prison, took a big sip of wine, and muttered to himself, "Who said that only heroes can be born in troubled times? Who said that if you have no money and no power, you can't fight with nobles?"

"I'm pretty poor, and I only have a knife on me. But who dares to mess with me? Isn't it just a matter of a knife?"

The man in white with a knife turned to squint and blow the wind, his face full of joy.

"That sounds a little bad, doesn't it?"

"After all, who is as perfect as my Cangsheng??"