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Shi Yuechen struggled. Not only did he not stand up majestically, but his head hit the ground hard, making him scream.

His screams frightened everyone. After falling from such a high cliff, everyone thought that Shi Yuechen was dead. This sudden scream was like a corpse.

"Master Shi, how are you? It hurts somewhere."

"Are you awake now? Can you hear us?"

Everyone gathered around and expressed concern, and some girls started crying.

"Xiaoxiao, Zhang Chao, you... I'm not dead yet?"

After seeing the faces of these people clearly, Shi Yuechen shouted excitedly. He is not dead yet, he is still alive.

"Of course you won't die. Brother Yang Mo saved you. Even if you are on the verge of death, I can still bring you back." Hu Yang said proudly.

Although he didn't know how Yang Mo did it, he could clearly see that Yang Mo jumped down by himself, not fell down.

"Don't mention that guy. He wanted me to die immediately and would he save me? I saw with my own eyes that he added insult to injury and punched me." Shi Yuechen said bitterly.

Although he is not dead, he is no different from death now. Only his head can move in his body, and his body has lost consciousness.

"If I were to kill you, I wouldn't have to go to such trouble. If that fist had landed on you, your internal organs would have been turned into pulp by now." Yang Mo said indifferently.

Only then did Shi Yuechen notice Yang Mo standing beside him, his body upright, the wind light and the clouds calm.

Yang Mo is not dead? He is not injured? How is this possible? The position Yang Mo was in was higher than his own, and it was not hit on him just now. Even if Yang Mo survived by luck, he should at least fall to the same height as himself.

Can't move on the ground?

"Rebirth of the Great Era of Fighting Waves"

He thought carefully and realized that Yang Mo's fist did not hit him just now. It was him who instinctively thought that Yang Mo's punch was going to send him to the west.

Did Yang Mo miss the target, or was Yang Mo really trying to save himself? Suddenly, an idea flashed through him, and he figured out that Yang Mo was actually saving himself.

Yang Mo's punch was full of energy, more than ten times more powerful than what he had punched.

This conclusion made Shi Yuechen silent. It turned out that it was him who was being sentimental all along, and Yang Mo was still a good person.

"Yang Mo, it's you who brought Mr. Shi into this state, and you still dare to confuse right and wrong here, and think that all of us are blind?" Zhang Chao scolded angrily.

"Obviously the two of you fell together. Mr. Shi can't move now, but you are fine. How can there be any explanation for this? It's just that you want to kill Mr. Shi."

"Yes, if you really wanted to save people, would Mr. Shi be so seriously injured? You are just acting."

"Aren't you bodyguards here to protect Mr. Shi? Now that Mr. Shi has been seriously injured by this person, are you still watching the show? Don't you want your head?"

A group of young men started to accuse again, and someone directly gave orders to the bodyguards.

"Yang Mo, you hurt my young master, there's no way you can leave here alive."

A group of bodyguards gathered around, shouting angrily, and pulled out their weapons one after another. Not to mention their friendship with Shi Yuechen, just because Shi Yuechen was so seriously injured, as bodyguards, they could not escape the blame.

Only by killing Yang Mo can they atone for their sins.

"You people are so unreasonable. Why don't you ask Shi Yuechen if Yang Mo is killing him or saving him?"

Hu Yang stood up and denounced angrily.

But how could these people listen to what he said? It was a pity that more people did not stand up and take responsibility.

The leader of the bodyguard team took out a machete and slashed it towards Populus euphratica's face.

Hu Yang watched helplessly as the machete fell, but he had no time to avoid it.

At the critical moment, a big hand appeared and grabbed the machete that was only a few centimeters away from Populus euphratica.

With a crisp sound, the machete was crushed with bare hands, and the broken half flew upside down and was inserted into the bodyguard captain's throat.

The blood goddess sprayed out like flowers and fell on the delicate cheeks.

Amid the screams, the bodyguard captain's body fell straight down.

Until his death, the scene of Yang Mo crushing the machete with his bare hands was still in his eyes.

The girls were howling like ghosts, and the young and old all twitched the corners of their mouths secretly.

Damn it, this is Iron Hand, this is not a human being. The legend is correct, this is a devil.

"Kill him, kill him for me! Whoever of you kills him today, I will let him be the chairman." Shi Yuechen finally made up his mind in the difficult decision.

Since everyone believes that Yang Mo wants to harm him, let it become a fact. Even if Yang Mo is really helping him, why didn't Yang Mo save him but let him suffer such serious injuries? Let him

Life is worse than death?

What's more, he is a genius of his generation and doesn't need a freeloader to save him.

"Boy, accept your fate!"

Under a heavy reward, there must be a brave man, and all the bodyguards are like crazy.

"Very good. I don't want to go on a killing spree. I need to understand the situation first. It's you who insist on seeking death. Don't blame others."

Yang Mo pushed Populus euphratica ten meters away: "While watching the show, don't interfere."

In an instant, a gloomy cold air appeared out of thin air, and a blood-red blade roared upwards.

One sword, one life! Three steps, five corpses!

The son of the Blood Demon holds the blood-water blade and carves out his own territory in the chaos.

His steps were so light and there was a light smile on his face.

As I walked, the ground beneath my feet was dyed blood red.

One step at a time, two slow steps, only corpses and minced meat were left on the ground. It told everyone that this summer was about to go away, and the bleak autumn wind was approaching.

"It's not just a few people, is it? If there are any helpers, just call them and I will harvest them together." Yang Mo looked down at Shi Yuechen and gently wiped the blood-red blade in his hand.

At his feet, Shi Yuechen was trembling all over. The young ladies who had previously volunteered to be stars and held him in their arms were now all far away, a few meters away.

The women had tears on their faces, but there was no sound at all. The men's knees were weak and they might fall down at any time.

In ten steps, just ten steps, dozens of powerful bodyguards were killed, and not even one of the bodies was intact.

Blood had already spread all over Yang Mo's body, and the blood was swirling around the hem of his clothes, as if he couldn't bear to let it go, but it wouldn't drip.

"You are not a human, you are a devil, you are a devil."

Shi Yuechen's throat was hoarse.

"You are right, I am indeed a devil." Yang Mo nodded seriously.

Shi Yuechen's head tilted and he fainted.

At this moment, coma is the best relief for him.

"I thought he was a very powerful junior, but he turns out to be so timid." Yang Mo shook his head and sighed.
Chapter completed!