The little evil god Sun Sanba?

Hearing this domineering name, Zhao Ji was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly remembered that this was the unlucky apprentice of the South China Sea Crocodile God.

Duan Yu just couldn't help laughing, but he didn't want to invite such a bad insult, his face suddenly turned red, and before he could speak, the little evil god had already sneered, grabbed an old jujube chair and twisted it with both hands, and the chair actually creaked and broke open, showing amazing arm strength, and at the same time, the little eyes showed a fierce light.

At this moment, the shopkeeper in the tavern rushed out and pointed at the little evil god and whined, as if he was reprimanding something. This place is just an ordinary market town, not a thoroughfare, so the shopkeeper can only speak some local language but not Chinese, but look at the manhole cover is a chair that is distressed and broken by the little evil god.

Although this little evil god is just a soy sauce character, Zhao Ji didn't dare to underestimate this person's violence, and was just about to get up to stop the shopkeeper from provoking the wicked people and suffering an unwarranted disaster, but the little evil god had already been pulled impatiently by the shopkeeper, and his two arms suddenly poked out, and directly screwed off the shopkeeper's head: "Damn it!"

Shocked by this scene, Zhao Ji and Duan Yu were both stunned and stunned. Seeing that the shopkeeper who had served them alive before was bleeding and drooping his head into a dead corpse in an instant, the two of them were a little unacceptable for a while, and their faces turned pale. Zhao Ji didn't have much fear in his heart, more shock, he had been in this world for more than a year, although he had also met a lot of people in the rivers and lakes, but it was the first time he had seen such a violent murder scene, just a trivial matter, and a human life was gone?

Looking at the corpse of the shopkeeper who slipped to the ground softly, and the woman's frightened scream came from his ears, Zhao Ji only felt that there was thunder in his mind, but he heard the little evil god sneer: "You two little white faces, hurry up and apologize to Lao Tzu!"

"You are so cruel! this shopkeeper ......" Duan Yu's face turned pale, pointing at the little evil god, the corners of his lips trembled, and he couldn't even speak well.

"I'll tell you your ancestor!" A wave of anger rose from the bottom of Zhao Ji's heart, picked up the cup on the table and smashed it at the little evil god Sun Sanba.

Sun Sanba saw that these two weak scholars had been frightened by themselves, and their faces were white, and they had contempt in their hearts, but they didn't want to have the courage to attack themselves, so they couldn't dodge it at the moment and waved their palms to split the flying cups, but they were poured on the head of the soup in the cups, although the soup was not hot, but it looked very wolf. His little eyes suddenly widened, and his five fingers clawed at Zhao Ji's throat: "Look for death!"

"Ahh......h

At the critical moment, Zhao Ji calmed down, silently recited the mental method of the Northern Spiritual Skill, and instead of retreating, he took a step forward and reached straight to the palm that the little evil god grabbed over.

Seeing that this weak scholar not only did not hide, but had the courage to step forward to meet him, he couldn't help but feel slightly stunned. However, he had already seen that this scholar did not have much strength in martial arts, and he didn't even avoid it at the moment, only thinking in his heart that he would break his arm first, and then twist his neck.

Touching the palm of his fingers, the little evil god added another force, but the expected scream did not sound, but the palm felt a sour and soft numbness, only to feel the strength pouring out but completely unable to mix.

At the same time, Zhao Ji only felt a force suddenly hit him, and his palm suddenly felt a violent tearing pain. He didn't dare to let go, he only gritted his teeth and grabbed the palm of the little evil god, but he didn't have the strength to use the Northern Spiritual Skill to guide the force that attacked into his body. However, the momentum was surging for a moment, but he surged towards the Shaoshang Acupoint in his hand, and then he swam towards the meridians behind him according to the route of the Northern Spiritual Skill. This force was untamed at first, but after traveling through a few meridians, it became docile, and then like a gurgling stream converging into the middle point of Zhao Ji's chest, he could no longer be strange.

In this practice, the strength transforms many mysteries, but Zhao Ji has no time to experience it at all, so he only gritted his teeth and continued to extract the internal force of this little evil god. And the little evil god also sensed that something was wrong at this time, he tried his best but it seemed to have no effect at all, but the sour feeling spread to most of his body in an instant. He was a little panicked, and wanted to struggle to withdraw his arm, but the strength doubled himself, and he was no longer in control, and immediately exclaimed: "What kind of evil magic did you make this? Let it go!"

Zhao Ji just didn't answer him, although the little evil god struggled hard, his strength became smaller and smaller, and he only shouted hoarsely, looking extremely frightened.

Duan Yu next to him didn't know why, he thought that Zhao Ji was going to die in the hands of this murderer, and it would be his turn next, but the scene in front of him made him feel puzzled. Zhao Ji not only did not die, but this little evil god shouted and struggled constantly, but Zhao Ji clearly did not do anything, and even the palm of his hand was caught by the little evil god, but why did this little evil god look like he was panicked? Could it be that this Duan Wang Ye really has some terrifying evil law?

This little evil god itself is not very skillful, and he doesn't know how to collect power, only after a while, the internal force that has been practiced hard for many years has been extracted to trickle down, coupled with the fear of Zhao Ji's evil law in his heart, his face has been gray and gloomy, and there is no ferocity at all, and he can't stand steadily, only because he was grabbed by Zhao Ji's palm and did not collapse to the ground, but he still has the strength to mutter: "Demon law, demon law......"

Unable to feel the strength rushing in anymore, Zhao Ji let go of his hand, but grabbed the collar of the little evil god, pulled him to the corpse of the shopkeeper who was still twitching, grabbed his head and pressed it in front of the shopkeeper's protruding eyeballs, and said in a condensed voice: "Let me ask you, this person killed your parents, forcibly occupied your wife and children, or dug up your ancestral grave? A little ruined a life, it's very cool, right? Later, you and he will die the same, the same, how about it?"

The little demon's eyes were tightly closed, and he only trembled: "You are not a human, you are a monster......! No, I don't want to die, you can't kill me! My master is the crocodile god of the South China Sea, if you harm me, he will kill your whole family......

Zhao Ji was silent for a moment, and then asked, "Where is your master? Where are the other four evildoers? What are you doing in Dali?"

The little evil god was already frightened at this time, and he had to answer his questions: "My master will be there soon, and a few of his sworn brothers will also come over immediately...... Boss Duan told us to come and make a big deal, if it is done, we will all be generals......"

After getting the answer, Zhao Ji sneered and said, "Open your eyes, look at the person you killed, you will be like this later!"

After that, he no longer paid attention to the wailing of the little evil god, grabbed his chin, gritted his teeth, and only heard a few crisp clicks, and the little evil god suddenly screamed, although his head turned in a big circle, but he still did not lose his breath immediately. Zhao Ji would not kill this method after all, although he used all his strength in a hurry, he still failed to break this neck.

Zhao Ji got up and picked up the chair that was broken by the little evil god, and then walked back and smashed it on his head hard. With this smash, the body of the little evil god suddenly bounced high, blood splashed everywhere, and when it fell down again, it was already silent.

"Bastard, it's fun to break someone's neck? Ha, it's a pity that you play many times, but others can only play on you once, bad luck!"

Duan Yu had always seen Zhao Ji talking and laughing gently, and when he saw him acting so violently, he was so shocked that his heart fluttered, and he saw that his eyes were full of bloodshot and fierce light, his chest was undulating, and the hand that grabbed the leg of the chair was bruised, and he was even more frightened to close his eyes and dare not look again. After a long while, he dared to open his eyes again, but seeing that Zhao Ji was still maintaining his posture, he couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Lord Duan, are you okay?"

Call......

When Zhao Ji heard the call, he seemed to have just woken up from a dream, spit out a breath of turbid air in his chest, and then said: "We have to go, hurry up! The four wicked people are coming, let's leave this tavern quickly, don't bring disaster to this family again." ”

As he spoke, Zhao Ji bent down and grabbed the corpse of the little evil god, and when he saw that his waist was bulging, he reached out and touched a heavy money bag. He didn't open it to look at it, threw it on the counter casually, and walked out with Sun Sanba's corpse.

Duan Yu saw that Sun Sanba's death was terrifying, his heart was full of fear, and he said in a low voice: "Lord Duan, what are you doing with this corpse?"

"That Yue Laosan wants to seek revenge, he can't stay here!"

Zhao Ji didn't look back, and said. He was in a very confused mood, but his thoughts were still clear, seeing this Sun Sanba casually kill an irrelevant ordinary person, he understood that the four villains were all really heinous murderers, but they were not harmless characters on paper. Although he understands that pulling on the corpse of Sun Sanba is to make trouble for himself, he killed the person, and he can't affect the innocent. It is true that leaving this corpse behind is a trouble for oneself, but it is a catastrophe for others.

Although he was pulling a corpse, Zhao Ji walked quickly, until he walked out for a few feet, he remembered something, turned his head and said to Duan Yu behind him: "You cover the blood stains behind with soil, and let's lead the revenge-seekers out of the town." "Although a simple cover-up may not be able to hide the old rivers and lakes of the four evildoers, it is always better than nothing. Maybe after a while, Qiao Feng will come.

Duan Yu had no idea at all at this time, and when he heard Zhao Ji's order, he hurriedly bent down to clean up the traces left by the corpse on the road.

However, at this moment, there were bursts of mournful women's cries in the dark night. At this time, the night was already deep, and there were thick clouds in the sky, and even the slightest starlight and moonlight could not be penetrated, and it was pitch black as far as the eye could see. The cry was intermittent, mournful and tactful, and it was strange in the night.

Ye Erniang is here.

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