Murdering Heaven Edge

Chu ink frowned, then walked toward the grass next to him.

He is not afraid of anything, but does not want to get into trouble. Now, he only wants to return to the summer and return to Yanhuangcheng. Share your own harvest and share it with your grandfather.

"stop!"

"Don't run!"

"Small, Hana, say you!"

The sound of a burst of drink, far away, came from the other team.

Then, the group of people ran wildly and rushed toward Chu Mo.

Chu Moqing, but the face of the heroic flashed a trace of anger, why do you call me Xiaohua Hanzi? He was very sensitive to this title, and he couldn't help but think of what happened under the peak of the Laoshan Mountain.

But looking down at the clothes on his body, Chu Mo mouth twitched a few times, a little discouraged.

Because of his current appearance, it is indeed a little like a slap in the face, and the handsome boy in black leather coat under the solitary peak is completely two people.

Chu Mo did not change the clothes, the devil is not a nanny, naturally I can not think of these.

This road is coming, the wind is blowing rain, and after many battles, the clothes on Chu Mo have already been ragged.

A thick black hair, spread out, casually tied together with the ribs of a beast, plus the sloppy clothes, like a small wild man, wild!

The team of the other party, a dozen people, soon surrounded Chu Mo, looked at Chu Mo with no good intentions, and there were two eye-points, and found those things behind Chu Mo, could not help but make an exclamation.

"Heaven, this little child is carrying on the body of the beast!"

"Yes, there are fluctuations in the power!"

"Ha ha ha, I saw the skin of the third-order beast! We are rich!"

"I don't think that we have come out this time, and there are such great gains. If we are known by other teams, we must envy us."

"You are not right, they will not envy, they are... sure!"

"Oh, yes, that's it, hahaha, or Pharaoh has culture!"

A group of people laughed and laughed, and they did not put Chu Mo in their eyes.

It is also true that a teenager who looks like a 13-year-old is tattered and ruined. Anyone who sees it, I am afraid I will not put him too seriously.

At this time, among the group of people, a middle-aged man, riding a tall red horse, slowly paced, came to Chu Mo, and looked at Chu Mo with a condescending, with a strong suffocating body. .

There is no sound, it seems that I want to make this little wild child like a flower.

This kind of thing he often does, he enjoys the helpless expression that the other side is oppressed by his pressure to collapse.

But this time, he was miscalculated.

The fluctuations in the power of his body, up to the peak of the second layer, can not bring any pressure to Chu Mo.

Therefore, Chu Mo looked strangely at this middle-aged man and asked, "What are you doing?"

The middle-aged man smiled proudly, but did not notice the problems in the words of Chu Mo.

‘What are you doing’ and ‘What are you doing?’ are two different things. Only when this little screamer can't hold back the enormous pressure from himself.

"Small things, where did you come from? Are you stealing? Um?"

The voice of the middle-aged man is very cold, and the pressure is full. He is a 13-year-old boy, and he will be caught by him.

The other people, all of them all have a sly smile, as if they had decided to look like Chu Mo.

"You want to rob?" Chu Mo did not answer the words of the middle-aged man, but the eyebrows were picked, and the face of Junxiu flashed a touch of cool color.

"What robbery, you little animal, dare to steal the beast we hunted, what should be sin?" A dark-skinned, 30-year-old youth, with a reins, squatting toward Chu Mo, to Chu In front of the ink, see Chu Mo did not move, a leash, Malaysia's two front legs raised high, standing there steadily. Others suddenly applauded.

"Haha, Zhao Laosan's riding skills are getting more and more brilliant!"

“Well, it’s the best jockey in our team!”

"That little girl is scared, hahaha!"

Chu Mo smirked and laughed. I couldn’t think that I had just come out of this mountain, and I would have encountered such a road robbery.

He looked up and looked at the dark-skinned youth. He said very seriously: "These beasts are all my own, you are wrong!"

"Hey? This little thing, are you talking to us?" The dark-skinned youth, like seeing the best laugh in the world, couldn't help but laugh.

The other people, all of them laughed, and felt that this little flower was too naive. As for the phrase "These beasts are all my own," said Chu Mo, they are automatically ignored by them.

Who is trusting!

Chu Mo looked serious: "Really, I didn't lie to you, you don't want to trouble me, or..."

"Bunny scorpion!" The dark-skinned youth, coldly screamed, interrupted the words of Chu Mo, raised the whip, toward the head of Chu Mo, licking his face and licking it down.

Obviously, the game is enough, ready to start!

Snapped!

The whip was in the air, making a crisp loud noise, making a stern blow.

If this whip is drawn on the person's face, it must be smashed!

The other people, there is no sympathy on the face, all of them look at the play.

Chu Mo's scorpion flashed coldly, his body shape was wrong, and he raised his hand, squatting, holding the whip that was drawn to him: "I haven't finished talking yet, you are not only ugly, but really rude!"

Pull hard -

"Ah!" The dark-skinned youth made a panic-stricken cry, pulled directly from the horse's back, facing the earth, slamming on the ground, making a squeaking noise.

The surrounding area suddenly died.

Everyone, all looking at this scene with a stunned look, couldn't believe their eyes.

No one had thought that this young boy, like a child, had such a great strength that he could pull a tall and strong adult from the horse back. What I didn’t expect was that the boy was still very talented, because even if they faced such a fierce whip, they would not dare to pick it up.

Chu Mo grabbed the whip in his hand and calmly looked at this group of people: "Is it enough? Seeing the money, winning property, non-gentlemen, I don't want to have more troubles, let's go."

"Oh... I am dying, I am a little animal... Mom, what are you doing? Give him a waste!" The dark-skinned youth yelled and yelled.

In the eyes of other people, all of them are now showing fierce light, staring at Chu Mo, like a group of wolves staring at a prey.

The former middle-aged man sneered: "Bunny rabbit, I can't think of it, I have two hands, and I will give it to me!"

More than ten people, after hearing the news, Qi Qi jumped off the horse, each took out the weapon, thinking of Chu Mo surrounded.

"Small beasts, knives and guns have no eyes, and they know each other, and they will dedicate their things to us to ensure that you will not die. Otherwise, you will lose your arms and legs. Even the small ones may be thrown away. "The middle-aged man looked at Chu Mo with a fierce look."

Chu Mo is also looking at the middle-aged man with a look of anger: "Do you really want this?"

The middle-aged man was stunned by Chu Mo's gaze, but then he became furious. For so many years, he was scared by a 13-year-old Mao child for the first time. This is going to be spread out and he will be laughed. Drop big teeth.

"Small beasts, don't toast and don't eat and drink fine wine!" The middle-aged man shouted coldly.

"Pharaoh, what about nonsense with him? Abolished him!" The dark-skinned young man struggled to get up from the ground, his face covered with mud and grass, his nose still bleeding outside, looking very embarrassed, the whole man was furious .

"Kill!" The middle-aged man who called Lao Wang looked at Chu Mo that was pure and pure, but exuded with the sorrow of cold light. He felt a little guilty when he didn't come. He listened to his companions and made a decision.

More than a dozen people, all roaring, rushed toward the 13-year-old boy of Chu Mo.

I don't know, I thought they had a deep hatred between them. Where can I think that this group of adults is actually doing the murder and the goods, the goal... is still a teenager.

Chu Mo’s rags and rotten shirts stood there, and the twilight chilly face of these fierce and sinister people, fearless.

"Small beast, go to hell!" A young man in a leather armor turned a bright knife and smashed it toward Chu Mo's head. This knife was directed at Chu Mo's life.

Hey!

The heavy knife in the air made a dull, empty sound, and instantly reached the top of Chu Mo's head.

Chu Mo's footwork, his body is like a ghost, extending his left hand -

A bang!

Photographed on the knife face of this knife, the powerful force, so that the young can not hold the knife in his hand, the big knife instantly landed.

Chu Mo’s eyes rushed to the front of the youth, picked up his right arm, punched a fist, and slammed the young man’s door.

boom!

A strong punch.

The power of the dragon statue of the three-level yellow layer slammed on the face of the young man and made a muffled sound.

Hey!

On the face of this young man, there was a sound of broken bones, and the whole person was hit by a mountain.

He was directly shot and flew out, and fell on the ground a dozen feet away. He passed out on the spot.

Then, Chu Mo used his elbow and slammed into a man's chest that was rushing to prepare to attack him.

Hey!

Another burst of bones, the man screamed and fell backwards.

Chu Mo is also angry, this group of people robbery means cruel and accurate, God knows how many similar things they did before?

To be kind to the enemy is cruel to yourself.

This is what his grandfather taught him.

"The enemy on the battlefield, although they also have family members, loved ones, have their own stories."

"But war is war! If you are kind, your comrades-in-arms, your family, the home behind you... will be trampled!"

and so--

In the face of this group of fierce and evil robbers, Chu Mo is no longer merciless.

In the blink of an eye, there were two more men, who were hit hard by Chu Mo.

The strength of the third-grade mid-level of the Yellow River is by no means the highest level of the Yellow Group.

Although there is only one person in Chu Mo, it is like a humanoid high-order beast. In this group of people, there are seven or eight people falling on the ground and mourning to stand up.

In the field, only the middle-aged man was left, and there were three other men. They glanced at each other and couldn't help but step back.

From the other side's eyes, I saw a deep fear.

There is regret!

Before, they couldn't think of dreaming. A teenager who looked like only 13 or 14 years old had such terrible power. They finally remembered the sentence that the boy had said before.

"These beasts are all my own!"

Feelings, this teenager has no lie at all, and people are presenting a fact!

Where did the horrible little monster come out?

Is it a disciple of a big door?

The middle-aged people have a very regretful regret at the moment.

For a moment of greed, if you don’t eat the fish, you may not be able to talk about it. It may even affect the major events of the Lord.

If so, you can die.

If time can go backwards, that would be great.

But in the world, how can I regret selling drugs?

Chu Mo looked at the middle-aged man, cold and cold: "Is it enough? Do you want to continue?"

The middle-aged man violently twitched his mouth and looked at Chu Mo, biting his teeth: "What do you want?"

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At one o'clock in the morning, I finally finished the chapter. After the revision, the two eyes could hardly be opened. Seeing the hard work of the knife, the brothers and sisters voted for it!