"Also, although Liao Shasha is a bit willful, a bit barbaric, and a bit small chest." Qin Dynasty glanced at Liao Shasha, whose face gradually turned blue, and continued, "But, her nature is not bad, it's just that she has been closed for too long, and her heart is somewhat autistic. You take out your anger on a child, sorry, I look down on you, you're not a man. "
"I don't need you to look down on me!" A Dong was angry, roared, and was about to pounce on Qin dynasty.
"Stop!" At this time, Fang Mo shouted, stopping A Dong's action, "A Dong, this is my grandpa Mo's territory, I don't want you to make a move, you just stay on the side for me."
Fang Mo's words were very effective, A Dong immediately forcibly held back his anger, and like an obedient dog, honestly retreated to the side.
"Kid, who are you?" Fang Mo grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the table, lit one up, stuffed it into his mouth, and leisurely smoked.
Qin dynasty's eyes suddenly lit up, his grandpa, so you can actually smoke here, ah. Although he was a heavy smoker, he looked at the fat man smoking, and the corner of his mouth immediately floated into a smile.
"I said, I'm just an ordinary little bodyguard." Qin dynasty sneered, "But, your cigarette is good, I want it."
"F * ck!" Fang Mo spat a mouthful of saliva on the ground, and cursed, "Who the f * ck do you think you are, you dare to ask this grandpa Mo for a cigarette? Let me tell you, no matter how big a character you are on Earth, in this Elysium, you have to listen to this grandpa Mo. Otherwise, this grandpa Mo will make you beg for death! Come, kowtow to this grandpa Mo, and then lick my toes clean, this grandpa Mo will spare your life today! "
Fang Mo shook the fat on his body, and then stretched out his right foot, the toes that had not been washed for a long time, through the slippers, disgustingly exposed outside.
"I'm really sorry." Qin Dynasty stretched out his hand, and the cigarette in Fang Mo's hand suddenly flew into his palm.
Then, Qin Dynasty skillfully took out a cigarette, picked it up, put it in his mouth, and lit it with the lighter that he pulled over with his mind.
"What?" The fat man was obviously shocked. He looked at his empty hands and was stunned for a moment.
"It has an ability!" Everyone present was shocked. Fang Mo looked at the Qin dynasty in a different way. "It turned out to be a Ghost King. Well, Grandpa Mo hasn't exercised for a long time. Now I'll let you know that the Ghost King is nothing in front of me! "
With that said, Fang Mo suddenly smiled sinisterly, then stretched out his fat palm towards the Qin dynasty.
The air fluctuated visibly. The space around Qin Dynasty seemed to be frozen, tightly locking Qin Dynasty's body.
Qin Dynasty's cigarette lighter was not put down. Like a wax figure, he was fixed there.
Qin Dynasty frowned. He felt that this was also the ability of the Ghost King. It seems that in this Elysium, the Ghost King is not only the Rakshasa King.
But compared with the Devil Path cultivators, the Ghost King is nothing!
Qin Dynasty sneered, not panicking, standing there, the cigarette in his mouth slowly emitted white smoke.
"Hahaha, you idiot, did you see that!" Fang Mo knew that Qin dynasty was trapped by his ability. He suddenly pinched the fat on his waist and laughed wildly, "Now I'll give you two choices. One is to call me Grandpa Mo, and then you'll follow me. In this Elysium, you'll eat and drink well! Did you see that, as long as you follow Grandpa Mo, you can have as many girls as you want! How about it, if you know what's good for you, you'll follow me! "
"Then, what about the other one?" Qin Dynasty's mouth evoked a smile. He didn't directly answer Fang Mo's words, but asked.
"Humph!" Fang Mo grinned, "The other one is to be swallowed by me, Grandpa Mo, and become my food, hahaha!"
In this Elysium, Li has told Qin dynasty the rules. That is, the strong are respected! The Elysium was very chaotic, without the slightest rule. Here, the most honorable person is called Wu Xin, the Wu Xin Rakshasa King.
Because this guy's ability is the strongest, and also the most vicious. Therefore, he is the rule of this Elysium.
This created a chaotic situation. As long as you are strong, you can dominate the Elysium. The strong subdued the weak, or swallowed the weak. The population of the Elysium suddenly plummeted, which attracted the attention of the Underworld.
The King of Hell sent a lot of ghost messengers to suppress the riot that almost broke out in the Elysium. Even Zhong Kui was dispatched to the Elysium, which restrained the unscrupulous Wu Xin Rakshasa King.
The situation in the Elysium stabilized. But just like on Earth, there are police and underworld gangs. Although on the surface it looks calm, the Elysium is still turbulent. All kinds of strong people pull up small groups and form their own forces. They fight with each other, devour each other, and their status in the Elysium is quite high.
For this situation, the ghost messengers at first also suppressed. But today's suppression, tomorrow those groups will still go their own way. In the end, as long as it's not too big, they simply turn a blind eye.
Therefore, Fang Mo, as the Ghost King of a force, his status is also very high. If the Qin dynasty is not willing to surrender to him, being devoured is their fate.
"I'm really sorry …." But to Fang Mo's surprise, the Qin dynasty actually refused him, "I'm just temporarily here to pick up this chick, I've found her, I should go."
"In your dreams!" The fat on the fat man's body shook, and fiercely shouted, "The people who come to the Elysium, who can take a step out! Qin dynasty, I'm telling you, if you don't obey me, you can only die here today! "
"Hehe, my Qin dynasty only has the fate of being the boss."
"Presumptuous!" Just as Fang Mo was ready to make his move, a person suddenly flashed in the door. His face was gloomy, and he was dressed in black. In his hand, he was holding an ice-cold chain.
"Ghost messenger!" The people in the room were surprised. Fang Mo's eyes narrowed, revealing a strong ominous glint.
"Mr. Ghost messenger came to this humble house, this humble house is honored by your presence!" Fang Mo's face quickly changed, his fat immediately filled with a smile, stepped forward, and casually handed Li a cigarette, "Come, come, smoke, smoke."
"Get lost!" Li bluntly slapped his hand away.
Fang Mo's face turned cold, but soon smiled again.
"Mr. Ghost messenger, we are law-abiding citizens. You came all the way to us, I don't know what's the matter? "
"Law-abiding citizens?" Li raised his eyebrows, "Law-abiding citizens, you caught my two friends?"
"So these two are Mr. Ghost messenger's friends! Misunderstanding misunderstanding! " Fang Mo immediately said, "I'll let the two of them go back with you, I hope Mr. Ghost messenger will not take it to heart."
"Humph!" Seeing Fang Mo's respectful look, Li's face looked a bit better. He walked to the side of Qin dynasty, with a bit of cold concern, and asked.
"Not dead, right?"
"Not dead." Qin dynasty was imprisoned, unable to turn his head, and can only bitterly smile with the cigarette in his mouth, "But if you don't come, I may turn into a pile of shit."
"Humph!" Li coldly snorted, staring at Fang Mo, "Quickly put him down!"
"Yes, yes …." Fang Mo nodded again and again, suddenly hung a smug smile on his mouth.
"Bam!" A white Mourning Soul Stick mercilessly hit the back of Li's head, he cried out in pain, staggered forward several steps, and almost fell to the ground.
Then, Fang Mo suddenly reached out his hand, facing the shaking head of the ghost messenger, and cast his ability.
It was another imprisonment space, and Li, this ghost messenger, was also locked up.
"You dare to make a move on a ghost messenger!" Li was furious, roaring at Fang Mo, "Do you want to challenge the Underworld?"
"Aiyaya …." Fang Mo sinisterly smiled, "Look at what Mr. Ghost Messenger said, grandpa Mo, how could I dare. I secretly swallowed a ghost messenger, without anyone knowing, how could the Underworld find me, a little Ghost King. "
With that, Fang Mo laughed, full of pride, "Ghost messenger, ghost messenger is nothing! F * ck, in this place, only I, your father, have the final say! "
"Fang Mo, you're courting death!" Li saw that Fang Mo wanted to kill him, his whole body trembled, and his heart was filled with a trace of fear.
"Death? Hahaha! " Fang Mo laughed, "I, grandpa Mo, have been dead for hundreds of years, already f * cking forgotten what it's like to die!"
The situation suddenly changed, Liao Shasha was in despair. She cutely looked at the opposite Qin dynasty, crying and shouted.
"Qin dynasty, quickly run, don't worry about me! I, I, at worst, I will bite my tongue to commit suicide, I will not let these bad people insult me! "
"Hahaha!" The crowd laughed, Fang Mo's eyes flashed with a lascivious light, looking at the girl on the Mahjong table, said with a smile, "You're already a ghost, why don't you die again and let me see?"
"I … .I …." Liao Shasha remembered that she has been sent to hell. Her eyes hung with tears, crying like a pear blossom in the rain.
"What are you crying for?" Qin dynasty, with a cigarette in his mouth, moved his lips, and unexpectedly puffed out a smoke ring, "Who told you to die. With my Qin dynasty here, would I let you, Liao Shasha, die? "
"Death is imminent, still pretending to be a hero." Fang Mo sneered, looking at Qin dynasty as if he was looking at a dead person. "You can rest assured, when I'm done playing, I will let you go into my stomach, becoming a pair of doomed mandarin ducks."
Saying that, he laughed out loud and ordered his two subordinates, "Get rid of that ghost messenger for me first! Then, in front of this kid, I want to play with this chick several times! "
Fang Mo evilly smiled, his two men, holding the Mourning Soul Stick, also walked toward Li with a sinister smile.
"You dare!" Li glared, gnashed his teeth and roared again and again, "I will not let you go!"
"You have no chance!" One of his men coldly said, the stick in his hand swung down toward Li's head.
Like the Soul Binding Lock, the Mourning Soul Stick is also the nemesis of the dead. Even if Li is a ghost messenger, after being hit on the head by this stick, his soul will fly away and scatter, and then his remnant soul will be swallowed by Fang Mo.
Li also knew that this time he is dead, but at this moment, his heart calmed down.
In this way, he will not owe the Qin dynasty.
But God seems not to follow his wish, a joking voice sounded, that Mourning Soul Stick, as if caught by an invisible hand, abruptly stopped in front of his forehead.
"I say, if you want to kill my friend, don't you have to ask me first?"
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