"Ah——!" Brother Chun yelled! He looked at his left arm that fell to the ground with scarlet eyes, and shouted around unreasonably: "My hand! My hand!!!"
Murong Feixue did not let him go. She aimed at Brother Chun's chest and stabbed her sword fiercely. The moment Brother Chun was pierced in the chest, he was still staring at his blood-red eyes and regretting his left arm!
"Now, does anyone else want to come over and try my sword?" Murong Feixue raised his sword and looked coldly at the robbers in front of him.
"Spare your life! Spare your life!" The robbers saw that Brother Chun, who was almost invincible in their eyes, died after only a few blows from Murong Feixue. Even his whole body could not be saved.
Only then did the gangsters realize how much blood was earned for the murderous nickname "Shen Mo Meow"!
A man who looked to be in his thirties thought of what Murong Feixue had just said before taking action, and hurriedly said: "Succubus, meow! I know who instigated Brother Chun to deal with Murong Tietong!"
"Really? Who is it?" Murong Feixue turned around and pointed at the man with his sword, making the man tremble violently.
"Yes, yes..." The man swallowed his saliva and said seriously: "It's the third lady, and Murong Xiangxiang."
Murong Fei
The man seemed to be more intelligent: "What is your name? What is your identity in the village?"
"My name is Tan Xinjing. It turns out that I am not from the cottage. Seven months ago, when I went to Beijing to prepare for the exam, I was captured by Brother Chun to work as a bookkeeper." After Tan Xinjing finished speaking, he secretly glanced at Murong Feixue's expression.
Seeing that Murong Feixue didn't look like he wanted to kill anyone, he was secretly glad that he had made the right bet.
Murong Feixue felt the cultivation level detected from Tan Xinjing: "You are from the eighth level of Huang Realm, how come you have maintained your cultivation level to this day?"
Tan Xinjing was surprised that his hidden cultivation was detected by Murong Feixue so quickly. He took out an inconspicuous thing from his arms, like a random stone picked up by the roadside, and handed it to Murong Feixue: "I didn't intend this.
The treasure you get in time can hide your cultivation level to the Yellow Realm."
Murong Feixue took it and looked at it: "You are lucky. Tan Xinjing, I don't want to wipe out this cottage. Now there are only four to five hundred people left. It is inconvenient to relocate them anywhere. What do you think?"
Tan Xinjing pondered for a moment: "Succubus, although this cottage is not a good place, thanks to Brother Chun's unification of dozens of cottages, passers-by can pass by safely after paying tolls. Banyue City has a special terrain, and it was cleared today.
If you leave this cottage, tomorrow there will be a situation where dozens of cottages in the past are each their own, and most of the people passing by will be robbed and lose their money. You might as well keep this cottage for your own use, and use part of the money stolen to make a living for the brothers.
Part of the plan is to open a charity hall in Banyue City to adopt lonely elderly people and some orphans. What do you think?"
Murong Feixue's eyes flashed with appreciation. Tan Xinjing really lived up to her hopes and explained the meaning of the existence of the cottage and future arrangements in a clear and concise manner: "Then, according to you, who will manage the cottage faction after I accept it?
