Deep in the dense forest.

"I'm not dead?"

Yang Mo slowly opened his eyes and found that he was tied up like a rice dumpling.

In front of me was a big pit more than two meters deep, and two people stood around the pit.

The two of them each held a cigarette in their hands, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and looked at Yang Mo as if he was looking at his prey.

"Haha! What's the difference between you offended Young Master Yang and a dead person?"

Young Master Yang?

Yang Mo's brow frowned slightly by a word from the other party.

"Which onion is Mr. Yang?"

As one of the eight masters of the Glory Dynasty, Yang Mo really doesn’t know Young Master Yang.

The next second...

A memory storm instantly poured into Yang Mo's mind.

Earth... Earth?

Yang... Yang family?

I was reborn!

Yang Mo's expression became a little complicated.

As the Sword Emperor, Yang Mo's last memory was that he used the supreme sword art to kill countless powerful people in seconds and severely damaged the seven masters.

In the end, he was hit hard by the seven masters and entered the Abyss of Hongmeng.

But they did not expect that they not only did not fall, but were reborn on the earth.

This young man is also called Yang Mo, but he is recognized as a waste material by the Yang family.

He offended Yang Ming just because he said something, and was tied up here.

"Damn, you trash, you are so vague that you dare to insult Mr. Yang!"

The yellow-haired man on the left threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and rushed to Yang Mo like a barking hunting dog.

"What are you? You are just a waste, a garbage! You can't even compare to Young Master Yang's toe. If Young Master Yang wants you to die, you will have to die!"

Huangmao took out a sharp dagger from his body and pointed it at Yang Mo.

According to the yellow-haired idea, this waste should be so scared that he urinated and cried and knelt on the ground, begging himself to let him go.

However, Yang Mo was calm and calm at this time, with no fear on his face, as if he was not him, but yellow-haired.

"Okay, we don't need to talk nonsense to this trash. We just chopped his hands and legs, threw him into the pit, and went back early to report to Mr. Yang."

Another man said impatiently.

"Okay, let's listen to you!"

Huang Mao nodded and looked at Yang Mo cruelly.

"Hmph! Bad guy, don't blame us. If you want to blame, blame yourself as a waste."

In the words of yellow-haired, there is murderous intent.

Hearing such vicious words, Yang Mo's face remained as calm as ever.

"Oh, okay! Since you are ready to do it, I will help you."

Yang Mo ignored the reactions of the yellow-haired men at all, and a gleam suddenly flashed in his eyes, and then he struggled slightly with his hands.

The rope tied to Yang Mo's body immediately appeared countless cracks, and then strangely shattered into ashes, and disappeared out of thin air.

"Damn it! What happened just now?"

Huangmao was stunned for a moment, unable to believe his eyes.

"Bad, do you think this little trick can fool me, I'll let you die now!"

Another man pulled out a machete and chopped Yang Mo.

die?

Yang Mo suddenly laughed, and she was so eccentric.

"Sorry, you're not qualified."

Yang Mo raised his arm and pointed gently at the other party.

boom!

He fell back straight and his limbs kept twitching.

"this……"

Yellow-haired eyes widened, his face full of shock and fear.

"It's your turn!"

Yang Mo turned to look at Huangmao, as if he was looking at a dead person.

"Don't...don't kill me..."

The yellow-haired swallowed hard and spitted, the fear on his face was extremely strong.

Before Yang Mo could speak, Huangmao knelt down to Yang Mo and kowtowed wildly.

Um?

Yang Mo was stunned, but he didn't expect that Huangmao was so afraid of death.

"waste!"

Just as Yang Mo was about to speak, a man with a buzz cut suddenly walked out of the dense forest in front of him.

murderous look!

Yang Mo could see that he was very resentful and the lives he had in his hands were definitely no less than double digits.

"Master Zhang San, save me!"

When the yellow-haired man saw the buzz-cut man appear, he seemed to have grabbed the last straw.

"Even the small matter that Young Master Yang explained is not good, what's the use for you?"

As he said that, the man with a buzzhead rushed towards the yellow-haired man like a lion pounced on his prey.

"don't want……"

The whine of yellow-haired was still heard, and his body had fallen down.

One second.

The man with a buzz cut was too fast. In just one second, the yellow hair had become a corpse.

"Boy, I admit you surprised me a little, but I want to remind you."

Speaking of this, the male buzzing man looked at Yang Mo with murderous intent:

"In the face of absolute strength, any scheming is in vain. Many people who are stronger than you have died under my fist. It is easier for me to kill you than to kill an ant."

Hearing this, Yang Mo smiled slightly and spit out two words from his mouth:

"Rubbish!"

"Um?"

The man with a buzz cut was slightly stunned and felt that he had heard it wrong.

Yang Mo put away his smile and pointed at the man with a buzz cut and scolded:

"I said you are just garbage, garbage that is too garbage to be more garbage."

This time, the man with a buzz cut heard it clearly, his face darkened, and a chill burst out from his dark eyes:

"court death!"

With his loud shout, the man with a buzzhead suddenly rushed out and a fist fist hit Yang Mo's head.

The man with a buzz cut was completely angered!

He was a famous mercenary king, and countless people died under his fist.

And this recognized waste dares to say he is garbage.

So, he must die!

Even if Young Master Yang doesn't kill him, he will not let this waste go.

Seeing the attack of the man with a buzz cut, Yang Mo raised his hand slightly and punched casually.

"idiot!"

A cruel sneer appeared on the corner of the man with a buzz cut.
To be continued...