"Let you show off!"
"Why don't you kill me if you don't let me go?"
Following Mao Yongan's dissatisfied muttering, the next second, the cannonball was aimed at Lao San at an extremely fast speed.
At the critical moment, Lao San sneered, made a right-angle turn, and missed the shell.
"It's so obvious to you that you want to hit me too?"
The third child subconsciously mocked.
But Mao Yongan's expression remained unchanged, and he still had the look of wanting to be beaten. At some point, a remote control appeared in his hand, with only one button on it.
Press gently.
The huge cannonball suddenly exploded on its own.
"who told you that..."
"This thing has to hit someone to explode."
"Your village just leads to it."
"Do you understand high technology?"
"Enjoy the gift I have given you."
After saying that, the second brother had already killed behind Mao Yongan.
Before he could say anything more, Mao Yongan casually put the cannon back into his backpack and rushed into the distance quickly.
the other side.
After the bomb exploded, there was no energy, and the fluctuations in mental power were very ordinary.
Except when Mao Yongan pressed the remote control, there was a slight explosion sound inside.
The next second, countless liquids seemed to rain, or heavy rain, all pouring on the third child.
The liquid is yellow and viscous.
stench!
The smell also has a bit of spiciness and many other weird flavors.
"Hahaha, are you happy?"
"This is the invincible rotten egg that I carefully prepared for three days!"
"It contains fish, stinky tofu, chili oil, mustard, pepper, durian, and minced meat from corpses that have been dead for many years."
"There's too much material, and you can't even understand it even if I say it."
"The most important thing is that the most proficient in our Taoist sect is alchemy, brother!"
"I have refined this stink. There is no point in washing it. I will most likely stay with you for the rest of my life!"
Mao Yongan laughed wildly, causing his escape speed to be much slower, and he was almost shot in the butt by the second man who was chasing him.
"ah!!!"
"I'm going to kill you!"
The third child touched the sticky liquid on his body, and a look of terror burst out in his eyes, like a ferocious beast that wanted to devour someone, out of pure anger.
"One of us must die today, help me, brother!"
"If he doesn't die, I will feel uneasy for the rest of my life!"
With that said, Lao San no longer even cared about the liquid on his body and rushed towards Mao Yongan like crazy.
He even slapped himself with three palms in a row and spurted out three large mouthfuls of blood, making the blood wings on his back become much more solid and his speed also became much faster.
"Whoever helps him, believe it or not, I'll give him a shot too?"
"Stink for life!"
Obviously, Mao Yongan was very afraid of the young man with his eyes closed, so he hurriedly spoke.
The destructive power of these words is huge.
The young man with his eyes closed had already taken a step forward, preparing to fight Mao Yongan himself, but after hearing these words, his steps suddenly stopped and he stopped in place.
"Third brother, let me help you control him!"
As he spoke, the light between his eyebrows flickered again, and invisible walls appeared one after another around Mao Yongan.
Mental strength!
Mao Yong'an was still very sensitive to this thing, and he noticed something was wrong at a glance. He suddenly stopped and saw that the second and third sons came to kill him one after another, and the situation fell into crisis.
"Heaven, there is something."
"There is obviously something between this young man's eyebrows. He also majors in spiritual power. Everything is somewhat similar to the Lord of Yaochi."
"Are you ready to take over early?"
"After all, the ability of the Lord of Yaochi is too special. If used properly, it will definitely produce miraculous effects."
Wang Ye, who was still playing the role of a corpse perfectly, thought in his heart at this time.
Seeing that Xiaomao could no longer stop him, and the boy from Hell was restrained by the two men from Lingshan, why didn't the middle-aged man take action?
It doesn't make sense.
If it is true that this middle-aged man belongs to Yaochi according to his inference, his hatred for Tianting and Lingshan will definitely be very great.
And just as Wang Ye was thinking, the middle-aged man seemed to finally wake up from his drunken dream, looked at the battle with sleepy eyes, and shook his head: "Where is the smell coming from?"
As he said that, he waved his hand in disgust.
"Hey, that boy."
After mobilizing energy and wrapping it around his body, the middle-aged man's expression recovered and he suddenly spoke.
but...
Except for Wang Ye's corpse, there was no living person around him.
"Talking about you!"
"Been staring at me for half an hour."
The middle-aged man was a little impatient and threw the wine gourd directly on Wang Ye.
"Do me a favor, they stink."
"Kill them to death, I'll give you the Yaochi technique."
"After observing them for so long, you should have an idea of their approximate abilities."
...
Wang Ye was silent for a moment, then decisively stood up from the ground.
"why me?"
Wang Ye looked at the middle-aged man and asked.
The middle-aged man couldn't help but roll his eyes after hearing this: "Can it still be me? It's so boring to bully the younger ones."
"Besides, I'm tired of killing people."
When he said the last sentence, the middle-aged man regained consciousness for a moment, his eyes were deep and his voice was full of vicissitudes of life.
"I'm tired of it too."
"The tenet I have believed in since I was a child is not to kill anyone."
"Forget about people, I wouldn't even dare to kill a chicken."
Wang Ye refused without hesitation and gave a seemingly reasonable explanation.
The middle-aged body stiffened for a moment, and after a long time he looked at Wang Ye with a strange expression: "You? Are you tired of killing people? Your more than 20 stories are written every word, and you are simply not prepared to let people know. Survive.”
"So, are you really the village chief?"
"And pretending to be a fake person."
Wang Ye also complained mercilessly: "The acting is nothing like it, and...although I wrote the story, did I kill the person myself?"
"You must have done a lot of dirty tricks."
...
"Where's the wine?"
"Why am I out of wine?"
The middle-aged man muttered and looked around.
Wang Ye took out a box of liquor, a box of beer, and a box of red wine directly from one of the bags...
"Drink."
"The wine is here."
"Now the topic can return to the issue of killing."
Wang Ye seemed completely unprepared to show mercy to the middle-aged man and spoke.
"I didn't kill anyone either."
"I also write stories."
"We cultural people are the ones who write but don't do anything."
The middle-aged man blinked innocently, looked at Wang Ye and said, then excitedly took out a bottle of white wine, took a swig, and then coughed violently.
"What kind of wine is so spicy?"
He looked at Wang Ye dissatisfied.
Wang Ye's expression remained unchanged: "Oh, I made a mistake. This is industrial alcohol."
