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Chapter 2492

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"I'm earning quite a bit of money on the side of the road. Don't stop me! Let me earn more …"

Nameless Nie seemed to be in a good mood as he watched Little Fatty getting beaten up by his father. He took the money Little Fatty's father gave him and skipped back home while humming a song.

In the distance, Ling Miao, who had secretly followed Nameless Nie to the little forest, didn't know what to say when she saw this scene. Nameless Nie's appearance truly opened her eyes to a whole new world.

From now on, every youth within a radius of several dozen miles knew of Nameless Nie and no one was willing to provoke him anymore.



"Great Aunt Ling, do you see how fast I run?"

Inside the mansion, Nameless Nie sprinted.

"Hurry." Auntie Ling placed a plate of fruit on the coffee table.

"My martial arts have grown to the peak. I'm invincible," Nameless Nie said with a smile.

Ling Miao and Auntie Ling were dumbfounded. Just how was this weakling invincible?

"That's why you can run faster," Auntie Ling said.

Nameless Nie smiled at Auntie Ling, his expression enigmatic. "Speed is the only thing unbeatable in the world of martial arts!"

Auntie Ling: "…"

Ling Miao: "…"

Nameless Nie didn't know how long this kind of life lasted, but the longer it lasted, the more he got used to it. In fact, he enjoyed it immensely.

Many years flashed by.

In a desolate area:

The man was handsome and tall, and he was dressed in sportswear.

The girl had a cold expression and didn't seem to like talking or smiling. Her glacial aura made her seem like a lofty saintess, preventing people from easily approaching her.

"Ling Miao, what do you think Old Ling is thinking? She wants us to be some sh * tty mercenaries? It's fine if we're mercenaries, but what's wrong with not paying us? Is she treating us like free labor?" Nameless Nie complained.

Ling Miao glanced at Nameless Nie. "If you don't like it, you can go back."

"That won't do. Old Ling will beat me to death if I go back. Forget it, I'll definitely make Old Ling pay me after I finish this job," Nameless Nie said after a moment of thought.



"That man and woman … don't tell me they're the mercenaries hired by that woman."

In the distance, two men with delicate features examined Nameless Nie and Ling Miao.

"Amitabha, in this poor monk's opinion, that should be it," the man dressed in Taoist attire said.

"It doesn't matter if they are or not, just kill them first. That man is quite good-looking … Sigh, look at the woman beside him. She's obviously a vixen, a slut, a slut who specializes in seducing men. I want her to suffer a fate worse than death!" Another man in a red robe said.

"Amitabha. You must be looking at my beauty," the Daoist said with a smile.

"Bullshit, how is she beautiful? Compared to me, you're not even one ten-thousandth of me. "The red-clothed man sneered.

The man in red instantly flew over to Nameless Nie and Ling Miao's side.

"This road was opened by me, and these trees were planted by me. If you want to pass by, then leave your life behind," the red-clothed man said in a stern voice.

"Who are you?"

Nameless Nie glanced at the man in red.

"You haven't even heard of my name? That pine tree in the midst of thousands of trees! "the red-clothed man said.

"Your surname is Wan … and your name is Pine Tree in the midst?" Nameless Nie asked curiously.

"My name is Spray of Flowers!" the red-clothed man shouted.

"Oh, Spray of Flowers, what do you want?" Nameless Nie asked.

"This road was opened by me, and these trees were planted by me. If you want to pass by, then leave your life behind!" Spray of Flowers repeated.

Nameless Nie immediately surveyed his surroundings. "There aren't any trees here either."

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