Mao Mo Allen "The fat man turned his head in surprise, and sure enough, he saw a girl in a long white dress lying on her stomach where the figure was lying just now, and that familiar face was the crazy girl who was playing tricks on her along the way

"What's going on? Aren't you following your father?" the fat man smiled bitterly on his face, and hurriedly walked forward, and picked up Mao Mo Allen, who was sitting on the ground, with his hand.

"Silly fat man, why didn't you catch me just now" The crazy girl looked at the fat man angrily, and her white and delicate forehead was hit by a deep blood mark because of the rolling down the steps, which made people feel pity

"What kind of thing is this" The fat man couldn't help but cry out in his heart,

You must know that it is this crazy girl, and she would rather be bumped into than dodge just now.

Women's tears sometimes embarrass the fat man more than the blade, after a long bloody fight and intriguing scheming, in this vast and pure grassland,

The innocent and lively Mao Mo Allen is like a dream in the fat man's heart, that pure feeling, let the fat man see an angel who does not belong to this world in this troubled world,

"What the hell is going on" The fat man asked with a solemn expression, Mao Mo Allen's miserable appearance made the fat man feel an irrepressible anger in his heart,

The original honest look turned into a murderous hideous in an instant,

Fortunately, this is Kugit, if it were in Vecchia, the fat man would have ordered to surround all of this place, and the perennial conquest and killing made the fat man exude a heartfelt chill from his bones

Seeing that his lord and the assassin knew each other, several guards stopped and quickly stood on a few corners, surrounding the fat man and Mao Mo Allen in the middle, back to back on guard

"Silly fat man, you, why are you here?" Mao Mo Allen held the fat man's hand and didn't part for a moment,

Although he knows that the fat man is just a small smuggler, but in this situation, the fat man is the life-saving straw in Mao Mo Allen's heart.

"Bang" A roar of footsteps quickly approached, the door of the merchant station was pushed open from the inside, and several young nobles in gorgeous costumes, with more than a dozen servants with sticks in their hands, appeared at the door.

"It's her, it's her, you arrest her immediately, it's her that Lord Noraf wants"

The young nobleman at the head pointed to the fat man's arms and shouted, his hair was messy, and his pale face - this article is transferred from TML - and there were several bloody marks that were clearly scratched by his nails,

When Mao Mo Allen saw this young man, his face immediately showed panic,

"Save me fatty, save me" Mao Mo Allen's hands clasped the fat man's thick arms and shouted, "I don't want to go back, they captured my father and sold me to the Kugit nobles in the city as a slave"

"Don't be afraid, I'm here" The fat man comforted the panicked Mao Mo Allen with his hand, raised his head and ordered the guard, "Anyone who comes close will be killed"

"Yes," the guards nodded, and the swords were drawn from their waists and formed a thick wall of people around the fat man

One of the young men of the "Business Alliance" saw the black carriage engraved with the badge of the Business Alliance behind the fat man, and his face couldn't help but change, and there was a trace of hesitation on his sharp face just now.

The power of the business alliance can be described as huge on the third floor of Cloud City, and most of the caravans and shops are members of the business alliance, even if the Mao Mo family is relatively ** in terms of relationship because of the alliance.

However, in many links, it is still inextricably linked with business alliances, and commerce is not a separate act, but an overall cycle that is linked to each other.

Harmony makes money, goods exchange with each other, they are all Wikibians, and no one dares to say that they have not asked for each other, often the two try to keep peace, and the well water between each other does not interfere with the river water.

Seeing that it was a person from the business alliance who came out, and his status was not low, several young nobles of the Maomo family hesitated, especially the snowy sword in the hands of the guards, which made everyone's hearts chill,

"Sue you, don't meddle in your affairs, this is the person that Lord Urav has a fancy."

Seeing that there was suddenly a fat man and a few mercenaries with solemn faces and weapons around Mao Mo Allen, the nobleman at the head hesitated for a while, and shouted boldly

"Lord Ralaf is the garrison officer of the third layer of Cloudsdale, and if you don't want to cause trouble, you can send me back immediately

"No matter who you are, this is the trading station of the Mao Mo family, not the Kulais Manor of your business alliance, she is just a lowly maid in the family, and you have no right to interfere in the internal affairs of our Mao Mo family,

If I send someone back to me now, I can still spare you once, otherwise, on the third floor of Cloud City, Lord Ralif can directly send troops to destroy the Business Alliance."

"Ralaf is what he is, and he dares to beat my woman's idea" The fat man laughed angrily, looking at the young nobleman who was fighting in front of him, and his thick big palm turned into a phantom,

"Pop" The young nobleman's cheeks made a crisp sound, and his whole body was slapped by this powerful blow, and he flipped in a circle in the air, and retreated several steps in a row and hit the door behind him

The nobles on the "hiss" steps gasped and looked at this qiē dumbfounded, no one expected the fat man to shoot so ruthlessly, so quickly, only to see a shadow flash, the person has been fanned out, how strong does this need to be, is this stupid fat man actually a fat bear pretending

"You" The young nobleman almost fainted in pain, touched it with his hand, the bridge of his nose collapsed, his whole face was numb and unconscious, his hands were full of blood, and more than a dozen blood-stained teeth popped out of his mouth when he shouted, and he even trembled when he spoke, like a leper dog who had just crawled out of a sleepy ditch

"What are you still looking at, kill them for me, and get that dead girl back," the young nobleman shouted angrily to those behind him, looking at the sympathetic gazes around him

"Quick, arrest them all" The other young nobles reacted from the miserable scene in front of them, and hurriedly commanded the servants behind them to rush towards the fat man

"It's really self-defeating" The fat man's eyes flashed with a trace of hideous and terrifying killing intent, and his face turned blue to the guards behind him, gritting his teeth and ordering

"Break their hands and feet for me to let them be here, I want to see if that Lord Ralav dares to stand up for these things at this time."

"Lord Obey" Hearing the fat man's order, several guards who had long been unable to hold back shouted excitedly, and turned the arc-shaped war knives in their hands over one after another,

The thick back of the knife turned into a dazzling knife light, and the guards crashed into the crowd opposite with the sound of the wind like tigers entering a flock of sheep.

"Whew" The shadow of the knife in the guard's hand slashed on the calf of the servant at the front, and there was a crisp bone cracking sound,

The servant felt only a sinking of his feet, and his bulging eyes saw his right leg bent strangely, like a papaya vine that had been twisted from it,

The pain in his heart went straight to his head, and the whole person was like a slanted pillar, screaming and rolling down the steps

"Ahh

The "killing" guards are all veterans on the battlefield, and they will not let go of such an opportunity, the swords in their hands fly up and down, even chopping and kicking,

In an instant, a dozen servants were knocked to the ground, lying on the ground and rolling like gourds on the ground, only screaming in their mouths

"Hands" Several guards had indifferent faces, the swords in their hands turned into a fierce sword light, and the powerful thick knives carried the sound of the wind, slashing at the fragile joints of the nobles and servants,"

The crisp sound of "click" makes people feel like rapid raindrops,

The young nobles and servants who were screaming miserably just now were like dead dogs lying in a ditch, their hands and feet bent strangely, and only the sound of painful inhalation was left in their mouths. Leaf^子~Yo~Yoye^sub#Yoyo. YzUu.叶@子@悠$悠Yzuu.

There were more than a dozen people with broken hands and feet lying at the door of Mao Moshang Station, which immediately attracted the attention of pedestrians on the surrounding streets, and an old servant poked his head out of the crack in the door, and saw a dozen people lying outside, his face was pale with fright,

These are the sons of several big caravan leaders in the caravan, and one of them is also the nephew of the head of the caravan, Mao Mowinx.

Seeing these arrogant young masters in the past, lying on the ground like dead dogs, their hands and feet bent strangely, and their mouths humming,

"It's not good, something happened" The old servant turned around and ran away with a hesitant face, and the old figure walked through several rooms and went straight to the hall, where several caravan leaders were discussing matters,

"I'm sorry, the adults are deliberating" Two knights of the guard who were on guard outside blocked the way of the old butler,

"My lord, it's not good, young master Mao Moetlai, they were all broken and thrown at the door," the old servant's voice startled everyone

"Who are you" Several middle-aged nobles rushed out of the door angrily with a group of mercenaries, their faces were somewhat similar to those most arrogant young people just now,

"Hehe, I thought it would be the one who came out, but who knew it would be a few of you" The corner of the fat man's mouth sneered, and his sharp gaze made several middle-aged people feel like a kind of cold air forced by a sharp sword

"You, you" The pressure of the superior who had been cultivated for a long time in the fat man's body came out of his body, and the middle-aged nobles felt speechless, and an indescribable pressure rushed to their faces,

"Broken" a few caravan leaders can be regarded as well-informed, and this mysterious fat man is also counted, it is those mercenaries, in the face of enemies several times more than themselves, instead of the slightest fear, but faintly pressed on the momentum,

These caravan leaders could see at a glance what kind of mercenaries these were, they were simply warriors in the army who could fight like a mountain, at least at the level of a squad leader

"My lord, it's the Samar Sword" A knight who followed behind the middle-aged nobleman pointed to the strange curved sword in the guard's hand, and said in a nervous voice,

The phrase "what" was like a hurricane to the caravan leaders