Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 39 Master

"Old Cai!"

The fat man glanced around the courtyard, looked at an old man in a gray long gown beside him, and said:

"Are you sure those two girls are here?"

"Yeah." The old man nodded, his triangular eyes were filled with gloom:

"The smell of blood hasn't dissipated yet, and the place is full of herbs again, which is just convenient for them to heal their injuries."

"Do you still want to heal your injuries?" On the right is a young man with a sinister smile:

"Master Liu, can you stop rushing after you catch someone, just think like a younger brother..."

"hey-hey!"

"Yes." The fat man gritted his teeth and said:

"These two sluts, if you don't play with them and make their life worse than death, it's hard to solve the hatred in my heart."

While speaking, the young man rushed to the door and kicked hard at the door.

"Peng!"

The door opened towards both sides, revealing Mo Qiu with a panicked face inside.

"I... I am the doctor here!" He tightened his body, backed up repeatedly, and said:

"What are you going to do?"

"Doctor?" The young man froze for a moment, the slap he was planning to slap froze in mid-air, and he turned around and shouted:

"Old Cai, you go with me!"

"Hmm." The old man squinted his eyes and approached, looking Moqiu and asked:

"Young man, where did the two women who came in just now go?"

"What woman?" Mo Qiu looked bewildered:

"I have no idea."

"I don't know?" The old man's face darkened, his nose lightly sniffed around, and he sneered:

"It's really toasting and not eating fine wine, Wei boy, don't mess around in this room, they are in the east room!"

"Oh?" The young man who was rummaging through boxes in the house frowned, and immediately kicked Mo Qiu:

"The oil lamp is on in this room, it's playing tricks on me!"

Mo Qiu leaned forward, staggered to the yard, almost fell to the ground.

The old man was right.

Liu Jinxi and Wen Ying were hiding in the east room, but they were pulled out by the young man in a short while.

Facing the three ferocious men, their faces were pale, their eyes showed panic, and they collapsed on the ground trembling.

"Sixth Master!" The young man looked at the two lovely-looking women, with a strange smile on his face, and rubbed his hands back and forth:

"I'll take the maid first."

"Three...three strong men." At this moment, Mo Qiu, who was standing in the field with trembling legs, suddenly spoke in a soft voice:

"It's none of my business here, can...can you let me go first?"

As soon as these words fell, the expressions of several people in the field changed.

The fat man and the three were naturally disdainful and contemptuous, while the two women were unwilling, desperate, but full of helplessness.

In their eyes, Mo Qiu is just a helpless doctor who has no power to fight back against the three vicious bandits.

It is natural to make such a choice.

But in my heart, it is inevitable that I will be a little disappointed.

Mo Qiu lowered his head, and kept silent after he finished speaking, as if he had no face to face others.

"For the doctor's sake, get out!" The fat man sneered disdainfully, and waved his hand, indicating that he could leave.

He has seen this kind of person a lot.

Not to mention that they may not be familiar with each other, even if they are as close as brothers or husband and wife, they only care about themselves when disaster strikes.

"Thank you, thank you!" Mo Qiu hurriedly nodded his thanks, and trotted towards the outer door.

The old man stood not far away with his hands behind his back, looking at Mo Qiu's back and shaking his head gently:

"What a disgrace to Xinglin... Sixth Master, be careful!"

In the middle of the conversation, he suddenly shouted at the top of his voice, his eyes widened even more, as if seeing an incredible scene.

However, he saw Moqiu's running direction, passing by the middle of the fat man and the young man.

Just passing by the side of the two of them and disappearing from sight, his expression changed.

From panicked to gloomy and solemn, it was like a different person.

At the same time, the arms suddenly stretched left and right.

Like a flying swallow spreading its wings, its movements are gentle and soothing, like a swallow flying across the sky, its speed is unparalleled.

Slowness and rapidity form a perfect coordination at this moment, but in the eyes of the old man, it is frightening.

Killing intent!

Mo Qiu lightly shook his left hand, and the iron-wood sword hidden in his sleeve came out. With just a light stab, it pierced through the young man's neck, pierced the throat from the back of the neck, and came out like nothing.

Sword in the sleeve!

But the dagger in his right hand flew wildly, the sound of 'hissing' piercing through the air was still in his ears, and the dots of cold stars had already covered the fat man.

Swallows divide the water!

One breath and seven flashes!

The Shadow Splitting Sword was created by a woman. It is not good at strength and fierceness. It is good at dexterity and quickness. It bursts out a killing move at close range. Even if it is a bone forging master, it is impossible to believe that the opponent can avoid it.

The fat man was clumsy and couldn't hide himself.

He didn't hide either.

"ah!"

With a roar, the fat man suddenly lowered his head under the stimulation of killing intent in the back of his head, and fished back with his right hand.

He chose to protect his neck with his hands.

"puff!"

The dagger tore through the flesh on the back of the hand, chopped off an ear, and slanted across the fat man's cheek.

"Bah..."

The sword shadow disappeared in a flash, Mo Qiu's body tensed up, and he retreated crazily, avoiding the waving arms.

The fat man's skin is frighteningly tough, he has already used the Dragon Snake Strength, but he still feels extremely strenuous.

It's like cutting a tiger's skin with a blunt knife, every inch of progress is difficult and jerky.

certainly.

His sudden attack was not without merit.

"ah!"

The fat man covered his face and screamed, roaring to the sky, blood flowed between his five fingers, there was a hideous gash on his cheek, and one eyeball was cut open from it.

"ah!"

"My eyes! My eyes!"

Amidst the roar, Fatty's body swayed, and he rushed towards Moqiu at a speed that didn't belong to his body type.

Looking at it from a distance, it looks like an angry bear, with its arms spread out, covering a huge area and rushing forward fiercely.

"Go to hell!"

Mo Qiu's complexion changed, and he hurriedly dodged to the side.

But he didn't expect that Fatty's body style also changed suddenly, he changed direction suddenly in a hurry, and slapped him hard.

The rapid change of direction did not affect his movements at all, but he was able to use his strength to explode.

footwork?

This idea suddenly popped up in Mo Qiu's mind, and the opponent's big hand had already approached.

The fat man's palm was fierce, with strength like a mountain, and the flesh on the palm was tense, like a white jade.

Obviously, this is not a weak palm technique.

"snort!"

Mo Qiu groaned, seeing that he was not in a hurry to dodge, he stomped his feet and gathered all his strength suddenly.

The strength first rushed to the left foot, and then rushed to the right hand with a shock, and the swallow rushed out quickly.

Dragon snake strength!

One breath and seven flashes!

"Bah!"

Under the blessing of Dragon Snake Strength, the sharp sword tip pierced into the fat man's palm, but a huge force also rushed over.

The strength of this force was far beyond his imagination.

"Peng!"

Mo Qiu's body shook, his throat felt sweet, and he flew off the ground and landed a few meters away.

The short sword also remained in the fat man's palm.

"ah!"

The fat man was also uncomfortable when his palm was punctured. He screamed and bit out the dagger, and rushed forward again.

Mouth is roaring again and again:

"Little bastard, how dare you sneak attack me, die!"

Mo Qiu struggled to get up, swung his hands violently, and shot out several iron and wood swords with the method of the sword in the sleeve.

But, no use!

The fat man's skin was rough and fleshy, and with just a light wave of his big hand, he sent the iron and wood sword flying.

The sharp blade can't even hurt his flesh.

"die!"

Three steps turned into two and rushed forward, the fat man stretched out his palm with a grinning grin, and saw a cloud of red smoke suddenly explode in front of him.

The medicine dozens of times more choking than chili powder hit his head and face, making him stiff immediately.

next moment.

"ah!"

Inhuman screams sounded, and the fat man covered his face with one hand and retreated crazily. His face was runny with snot and saliva, and his eyes couldn't see. His body swung back and forth, and he hit a wall directly.

This guy has rough skin, strong muscles and bones, and is inhuman. He even possesses martial arts, but fortunately, his brain is not very good.

Until then, Mo Qiu breathed a sigh of relief, struggling to get up and look at the old man beside him.