A soldier can be killed but not humiliated.
Li Muyang sympathized with the fat man's experience, they are all at the same level, why is his head worth one hundred thousand while his head is only worth fifty thousand?
Not to mention, according to the size, the fat man's head is one and a half times the size of Li Muyang's — — This is simply bullying people to death.
Li Muyang patted the fat man's shoulder and said: "Don't take it to heart, one day they will understand your value."
"I want to make them understand now." The fat man looked fiercely at the assassins surrounding him and said: "If I don't show my power, they think I'm a sick cat. If we can deal with the previous six groups, then we can deal with the current four groups — — "
Li Muyang reminded him worriedly: "The previous six groups all came at once, this time the four groups came at once — — Is it really okay?"
The fat man was like a deflated ball, he asked in a weak voice: "Can you transform now? Just like how you killed Cui Zhaoren — — "
"How many times have I explained, I didn't kill Cui Zhaoren — —" Li Muyang was very sensitive to this kind of matter. Why does the fat man always say he killed Cui Zhaoren? There must be a big misunderstanding, a huge misunderstanding — —
"I know, I know. You're afraid of taking responsibility, if I were you, I would also try my best to distance myself from this matter — — But there are some things that we can't pretend nothing happened even if we don't admit it. Based on my calculations, everyone should know about this matter, right? "
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This time it was the fat man's turn to comfort Li Muyang, he patted him on the shoulder and said: "It's okay. You killed him, there's no use regretting it — — Whether you admit it or not, they still want to kill you. "
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"Kid, you're Li Muyang, right?" The ugly woman smiled at Li Muyang whose white robe had turned into a black robe, her voice hoarse like a hawk's chirping: "I want to borrow something from you."
Li Muyang felt that this line was very familiar. He seemed to have seen it in some of the supernatural novels that he had read.
Therefore, he stared at the old woman with disdain and said, "Don't you want Li Muyang's head?"
"Not bad. I just want to borrow one of your heads. "
"I only have one head — – name a price." Li Muyang said. "If the price is right, I'll buy it myself."
"Hahaha, is that so? Someone offered one hundred thousand gold coins, if you can offer a higher price, I don't mind letting you go today — — "
"Look," Li Muyang turned to the fatty and said, "Money makes the world go round. The ancients didn't lie to me. These people are really willing to do anything for money. They don't know what moral integrity is. "
Then he said to the ugly old woman, "I only have ninety-seven gold coins."
"Interesting. Interesting. " The smile on the ugly woman's face froze, she said in a vicious voice: "For many years, no one has ever dared to play tricks on me, the ghost widow. Brat, the head on your shoulder is mine. "
"Although you're ugly, but you have good taste — — this nickname is very good, it complements your appearance." Li Muyang said with a smile on his face: "They don't dare to play tricks on you because you look too scary — —"
"She's the ghost widow — —" The fatty reached out and grabbed Li Muyang's shoulder, whispering to him: "She's a disciple of the Tang Sect in Chuan province, her body is covered with poison and she kills people without a trace. No one dares to offend her. "
"So what?" Li Muyang said snappily. "If she's willing to let me go, I'll call her mum — — If I don't offend her, she won't kill me?"
The fatty was taken aback for a moment, then nodded and said: "Yes, I'm going to die anyway, I have to scold her — — You ugly old witch, even pigs look better than you, calling you a pig is insulting pigs. Don't you usually look at yourself in the mirror? If you did, how do you have the face to come out and commit murder? No wonder you're called ghost widow — — there must be no one willing to marry you, right? Your husband must have chosen suicide because he didn't want to see your ugly face. I admire your husband who committed suicide, although he's blind, but he has great courage. You tell me how miserable your life is, if I were you I would have killed myself long ago — — there's a big rock over there, hurry and hit yourself. "
"You fat pig — — you fat pig — —" The ghost widow flew into a rage, gasping for breath, fiercely staring at the fatty and yelling: "Even if I die, I'll pull you down with me — —"
As she spoke, her body suddenly moved towards the direction of the fatty.
Although she said she was walking, she actually shrank the distance.
The distance of more than ten meters was covered in a flash, the snake-head crutch in her hand fiercely smashed towards the fatty's head.
The fatty, disregarding his image, fell to the ground and rolled.
Being round also has its advantages, at least when he rolls, he's faster than others.
The ghost widow was furious, how could she let go of the fatty who insulted her?
Her feet scurried, only her silhouette could be seen but not her steps.
The snake-head crutch in her hand smashed towards the fatty on the ground again and again.
"My life is over — — you ugly monster, you vicious woman, go look in the mirror — — if you look in the mirror you're going to commit suicide — —"
The fatty rolled on the ground while cursing. Although he can't beat the poisonous widow, at least he had the upper hand with his words.
The fatty's suicidal taunt attracted the attention of the old poisonous woman, the other three groups of people all fixed their eyes on Li Muyang.
"Amitabha! Buddhism is poor, but we also need to borrow Li Muyang's head. "The monk holding the shovel said with a smile, bowing to Li Muyang with one hand.
"Yes, yes. No wine, no meat, we can't even afford to light a lamp — — If we have Muyang's head, our days will be better. "The monk holding the wooden fish added:" Bodhisattva said if I don't go to hell, who will? Muyang looks like a person with great wisdom, you must be willing to give us your head, right? "
"Monk, don't fight. We, the Seven Rakshasas of Insect Valley, had our eyes on this head first — — If you want to exchange the head for oil money, you must first see if the two blades in our hands agree or not. "Big Rakshasa Jin, who had his hair combed into a ponytail and was gorgeously dressed, shouted proudly.
"Where did this group of clowns come from? You dare to behave atrociously in front of me? "The monk with the shovel was extremely angry, he shouted and swore.
"Brothers, let the monk bleed — — I want to taste the difference between the monk's blood and ordinary people's blood — —"
Li Muyang did not say a word and looked on coldly from the side.
He thought to himself: fight, fight, it's better if you guys fight to the death.
Now Li Muyang is like Tang Seng in the wonderful book 'Journey to the West', countless demons and ghosts want his head.
However, the difference between him and Tang Seng is that Tang Seng was long-winded, not afraid of old people scamming him, not afraid of female demons and immortals jumping on him, and often chased away his powerful disciple Sun Wukong — — But Li Muyang is much smarter than him, he did not help old people and did not touch women. His only good brother, the fat man, was practically flattering him along the way, afraid that if he said something harsh he would leave.
"Brave warriors, please calm down." The green-robed swordsman riding on the maroon horse finally opened his mouth to speak. He looked at the two fake monks and the seven demons and said: "This boy's strength should not be underestimated, we should work together. Do not let him escape or run to the mountain — — Success or failure depends on this. Cut off one of his arms, thirty thousand gold coins. Cut off his head, one hundred thousand gold coins. "
The price increased!
The price increased!
Before boarding the ship, Li Muyang never thought his head would be so valuable — —
"Who are you?" Li Muyang stared at the green-robed swordsman and asked.
Although he remained silent from beginning to end and just coldly watched everything unfold in front of him. But Li Muyang could feel that he was the most dangerous person here.
A dog that barks does not bite, a dog that does not bark is the fiercest.
The green-robed swordsman did not carry any murderous aura, but it made Li Muyang's hair stand on end, sending a chill down his back. He felt like he was being secretly watched by a poisonous snake or a fierce beast.
"Swordsman Gu Mo." The green-robed man replied without any expression.
The horse's mouth spewed out large amounts of hot air, its legs shivering from the cold.
Because of his internal strength, the horse was afraid of this place and could not escape.
"I don't know him." Li Muyang said, shaking his head. He saw that the man's eyes were filled with hatred, unlike other people who only looked at him with joy — — like they were looking at a mountain of gold.
"Could he be Cui Zhaoren's family?" Li Muyang thought to himself.
"Li Muyang, today is the day you die." As Gu Mo spoke, he clamped his legs together and soared into the air with his horse.
The horse was startled, its four hooves kicking wildly.
The huge belly of the horse pressed down on the top of Li Muyang's head. At the same time, the sword in Gu Mo's hand that was more than ten feet long was unsheathed with a 'qiang' sound, heading straight for Li Muyang's head.
The heavy sword had no edge; Gu Mo's sword was not sharpened. But the edge of the blade flashed with a red light, like a burning red flame.
Sizzle — —
The sound of something burning resounded in the air.
It was the flammable gas in the air ignited by the heat of the heavy sword.
Li Muyang's entire body was soaked in sweat, his clothes soaking wet.
He stood still in place, not daring to move and also unable to move.
Advance is death, retreat is death.
Escape was even more impossible.
Not to mention that it was difficult to avoid the hooves of the heavy horse, the attack of the huge sword also shrouded the radius of hundreds of meters.
No matter how Li Muyang moved or dodged, there was no way he could evade the power of the sword.
What made people even more desperate was that the two Monk Jiu Rou and the Seven Rakshasa of Insect Valley, seeing the green-robed swordsman making the first move, were worried that he would snatch away their arms and heads. One by one, they unleashed all sorts of strange techniques to attack Li Muyang.
Surrounded from all sides, life and death crisis.
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