"Thank you very much!"

Suddenly, a big man with a purple beard next to Curly roared, the sound was as loud as thunder, and it made my eardrums hurt.

While he was talking, the half cup of tea in the old man's hand shattered with a bang, and the tea turned into raindrops and splashed everywhere.

The curly-haired boy laughed loudly, "It's a pity that my subordinate was a little louder and didn't let you drink half a cup of tea soup. How about I give you a pot in return?"

The Shamate boy had a look of disbelief on his face. The arrogance and domineering spirit he had just now was gone, and the old man beside him also had a look of surprise.

"Purple Bearded Lion King!"

A middle-aged man at the table where the boy killed Matt exclaimed, and the curly-haired boy laughed, "Not bad, not bad, and you have some eyesight. It seems that you are not all trash after all!"

Faced with such verbal sarcasm, the Shamate boy who had been arrogant and domineering just now lowered his head in silence and sat down obediently, not even daring to raise his head.

The purple-bearded lion king laughed so hard that the table shook.

But no one in the whole room said a word, either because they were afraid or because they were hiding themselves.

I saw the ugly slave frowning and putting one hand on the handle of the huge black hammer intentionally or unintentionally. After being glared at by the woman in blue cheongsam, he retracted his hand and turned his head to the side.

I was very curious about the person who was called the Purple Bearded Lion King. He looked like he was very powerful, but I didn't do anything. Instead, I lowered my head and concentrated on drinking tea.

I know that the people who can sit here are by no means ordinary people. What I have to do is to keep a low profile. I understand the principle of shooting the first bird.

As for the other people who remained silent, I think it was not all because they were afraid of the Purple Bearded Lion King. At times like this, it was the real masters who were most hidden.

"Madam boss, bring a pot of hot tea!"

Suddenly, a childish voice sounded from the door. I turned around and saw that it was a little boy who looked only seven or eight years old. He was wearing a red bellyband, with his buttocks bare and a braid on his head.

But old-fashioned.

The little mute also saw the little Nanhai, with a flash of surprise in his eyes. He dipped his finger in tea and wrote two words on the table: Danger!

"Hey, I'm here too. Come on, come inside and I'll make you some tea."

The fat landlady smiled at everyone. The little boy stretched out his hand and pinched the landlady's big butt, "You fat woman, you are fatter than you were ten years ago, but I like it. I'll catch Xuan later."

Bingchan, have fun with you."

The landlady shook her fat face and said with a smile, "That's good, my kung fu is much better now than it was ten years ago. I'll let you try it later, and I'll make sure that I can serve you comfortably."

A fat woman and a little boy who looked to be only seven or eight years old. These few words of dialogue came from their mouths. While I was surprised, I also felt an inexplicable fear in my heart.

This was a very absurd scene, but no one in the whole room showed any surprise. Instead, most people looked frightened when they saw the strange little boy.

Only the curly-haired boy still looked arrogant. He looked at the little boy and laughed loudly, "Kid, you have such strong tastes. Have you grown all your hair? Which kindergarten are you from?"

As soon as he said this, the fat on the chubby landlady's face trembled obviously, and her smile instantly solidified. She slowly turned her head to look at the curly-haired boy, shook her head slightly and sighed. The feeling was like looking at a dead person.

of.

The little boy shook the braids on his head, walked up to the curly-haired boy, raised his head and said, "Brother, do you really want to know which kindergarten I go to?"

The curly-haired boy laughed loudly, "Of course I do, tell me and I'll treat you to a lollipop."

"Well, then I'll send you to have a look."

As soon as he finished speaking, the expression of the curly-haired boy froze instantly, and his whole person seemed to be frozen.

Then, his head suddenly fell off his neck, and the blood in his neck surged out like a fountain. Then, the headless body also fell to the ground.

The little boy had no expression on his face. He stamped on the curly head on the ground and pouted, "My kindergarten is in the underworld."

At this moment, the whole room was silent.

The little boy looked at the rest of the people at Curly's table and said in a childish voice, "Big brother has gone, you should go and have a look too."

As he spoke, the heads of two more people rolled down from their necks. I didn't see clearly how he took action. In the blink of an eye, blood spurted out.

The purple-bearded lion king suddenly shouted loudly, overturned the table violently, and then ran away quickly towards the door. However, just after running a few steps, his head suddenly flew out from his neck, and after turning several times in the air

, falling to the floor with a thud.

But the little boy didn't move from beginning to end, as if he made the purple-bearded lion king's head fall to the ground just with his eyes!

Then, the remaining two people at Curly Hair's table began to vomit out of intense fear, "Master, please have mercy, Master, please have mercy!"

The little boy shook his head and turned away. At the same time, the two men also stopped vomiting because their heads rolled down their necks for no reason.

In less than two minutes, several headless corpses were lying in this small room, and the whole room was filled with a strong smell of blood.

I also felt like my stomach was churning. Although I had experienced a lot, this was the first time I had encountered such a battle. The fear was self-evident. Looking at the harmless smile on the boy's face, I suddenly felt that this smile was simply terrifying.

Extremely!

This time, even the ugly slave buried his head, as if he was afraid of this strange little boy.

Although I tried hard to control myself, the hand holding the teacup still couldn't help but tremble slightly. The little mute quickly helped me pour the tea, and gently patted my wrist intentionally or unintentionally, signaling that I shouldn't be nervous.

Of all the people in the room, only the woman in the blue cheongsam looked calm and calm, still sipping her tea unhurriedly, as if everything that happened had nothing to do with her.

The little boy looked around and his eyes fell on the table of Shamate.

"Brother, are you rich?"

The little boy's childish voice and innocent expression could not be connected with the bloody scene just now.

"I...young master...all my money...will be given to you. Don't...don't kill me..."

Sha Matt was so frightened that his face was livid, and he could not speak clearly. He had completely lost the domineering energy he had before. Indeed, anyone would be scared when faced with such a bloody demon with an innocent smile. If that little boy was afraid of me,

If you talk like this, I guess I won't be much better.

"Sounds very tempting!" The little boy touched the braid on his head and said with a smile, "But I want your life even more!"

After saying that, before Shamat could react, his head rolled to the ground from his neck, as if it had been cut open by some sharp blade.

The people nearby, including the old man who smoked cigarettes, were so frightened that they collectively knelt on the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy.

"Master, we are going down the mountain right now, please let us go!"

The old man kowtowed to his head like a pound of garlic, crying till he had runny noses and tears, and his head was broken.

"Okay, I'll give you a chance."

The little boy pointed at the door, "If any of you can run out of this door, I will spare you today."

Several people were stunned, and they quickly got up from the ground and rushed towards the door as fast as possible. But when they were approaching the door, I saw a faint white thread shooting out of the little boy's eye.

The bodies of those people hit the white silk and broke into two pieces!

It turns out that the little boy's method of killing was a white thread coming out of his eyes!

The room was filled with a thick smell of blood and stench, and there were blood stains everywhere on the floor. The little boy clapped his hands and laughed, "That's good, there are a few less people fighting for Xuan Bingchan with me."

As he spoke, he glanced around the room again. Everyone immediately lowered their heads in fear, not even daring to look at the little boy.

Wherever the little boy's eyes went, everyone trembled in fear, fearing that the little boy's eyes would stay on them.

When the little boy glanced at me, my back was instantly soaked with cold sweat, and I clenched my teeth.

Fortunately, his eyes only stayed on me for a moment, then moved away, and finally stayed in one direction.

I quietly turned my head and glanced, and found that the direction his eyes were focusing on was the woman in blue cheongsam.

The whole room was silent, and everyone looked at the woman in the blue cheongsam as if she were looking at a dead person.

But the woman in the blue cheongsam was still sipping the tea calmly. Her fingers were white and her sleeves were long. She weighed the tea cup with three fingers and took a sip. She actually looked at the little boy and said, "Do you need me to buy you a drink?"

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The little boy paused, then laughed loudly, clapped his hands and said, "Okay, okay, if someone invites me to drink tea, of course I will be happy."

After finishing speaking, he skipped towards the woman in blue cheongsam, sat on a stool opposite the woman in blue cheongsam, picked up the teapot with his hand, poured a few sips into his mouth, and said, "Sister, you

Why aren't you afraid of me?"

The woman in blue cheongsam said calmly, "You are so cute, why should I be afraid of you?"

The little boy smiled and said, "You're right, I'm so cute, how can anyone be afraid of me?"

After finishing speaking, he turned to look at the ugly slave beside him and said, "Uncle, you are so ugly."

The ugly slave gnawed on a chicken leg, his mouth full of greasy food, and said, "You can be cute, why can't I be ugly? Do you want to eat chicken legs?"

The little boy smiled and said, "Interesting, it's really interesting. Someone invited me to drink tea today, and someone invited me to eat chicken drumsticks. It seems that my trip was not in vain."

At this time, there was a sudden buzzing sound outside, and the temperature dropped instantly. In just a few minutes, it was so cold that even the tabletop was covered with frost.

The little boy's face condensed and he said happily, "Xuan Bingchan is here!"

As he said that, he did a backflip and landed directly at the door. He looked around with both eyes, and the entire room was immediately covered with a dense layer of spider web-like things.

"You all wait here. Don't go out. I'll catch Xuan Bingchan and then come back to kill you." After the little boy finished speaking, he disappeared from the door.

Suddenly there was a sound of exhalation in the room, and many people were sweating profusely.

But the little mute's expression did not relax. I quickly asked who the little boy was and why he was so scary.

The little mute looked in the direction of the door and said slowly, "Spirit-eyed boy, I never thought that ten years later, his cultivation would have reached such a state!"
Chapter completed!