"Little girl, hey hey, why are you pretending to be innocent? It's your honor to let me enjoy it. If you don't take it off, I'll take it off for you!"
Inside the house, the patriarch, who was as fat as a pig, was tearing Shui'er's clothes frantically. Shui'er screamed and huddled in the corner disheveled, with tears on his face.
"No...don't!"
"You shout, the louder you shout, the more excited I get. No one will come to save you, haha!" the patriarch said, about to remove the only rag she had covering her chest.
However, at this moment, the ajar door was blasted open by a huge force, causing sawdust to fly.
"Who is it? Dare to ruin my good deeds!" The patriarch turned around and glared at me.
Yuan Futu and Xiaodouzi walked in. Seeing this scene, the flames of anger were probably burning through their internal organs.
"Brother Futu, let me deal with this bastard." Xiaodouzi said expressionlessly.
Yuan Futu nodded slightly.
"Just you?" The patriarch didn't seem to realize that they were practitioners, so he was not afraid at all. He just heard a few clicks, and the fat all over his body shrank, forming solid muscles and stretched blood vessels.
It is as thick as a finger, and all the acupoints on the body are opened, and the meridians are connected, causing a flush of redness on the surface of the skin.
This is the strength of the Innate Martial Saint, and his physical body has reached its extreme.
Xiaodouzi walked up to him, looking thin and short, like a child compared to an adult.
"Although I don't know how you broke into my Black Dragon Tribe, as long as you walk in here, don't even think about getting out, just die!" The clan leader punched out, burst into the air, and hit the ground with a fist as big as a casserole.
On Xiaodouzi's face.
According to common sense, the opponent's head should explode and die, but the bald head in front of him is still standing as steady as a mountain, and this punch is like straw hitting the steel plate, and it hangs down in a ridiculous way.
The patriarch's face flushed red, and he took two steps back. He felt that the entire bones of his right arm were broken, and his fist was deformed. He said in shock: "Your body...how could this happen?"
Xiaodouzi said in a deep voice: "You are carrying so many lives of the Qinghe tribe, how many punches do you think I should give you?"
The patriarch's eyes widened, and before he had time to react, a fist shadow roared towards him. His chest immediately collapsed, and there was a sound of bones breaking. Then, dozens more fist shadows came, hitting every part of his body.
However, it was not a vital part. In the blink of an eye, the whole person collapsed to the ground. There were shocking wounds all over the body. Some parts seemed to have been penetrated and dripping with blood.
Xiaodouzi was like an angry god of war, staring at him with cold eyes.
"Don't... don't kill me. This is not my idea. It's all the Taoist priests in Shushan. I'm just following orders. Please spare me!" The patriarch said with a weak breath as blood flowed from his mouth and nose.
"But what you should never do is bully Shui'er!"
Xiaodouzi fought hard and punched out with all his strength, directly punching through the fat pig's head. The force of the punch surged, and the stone wall behind it was completely blown away.
Outside the stone wall, the tribesmen fled in panic, but Yuan Futu saw a familiar face.
"Is it you?" Seeing the man trying to escape, he flicked his fingers, and two sword beams shot at his knees, and he knelt down with a thud.
Shi San's face was pale. He looked ahead expressionlessly, and then looked at the disheveled Shui'er. He remained silent, as if he had realized that his life was about to end.
Xiaodouzi took off his coat and put it on Shui'er.
Shui'er was still frightened and struggled, but Xiaodouzi hugged her tightly, letting her bite her neck and cheek crazily. After a moment, it calmed down, but it turned into a burst of grief and pain.
He shouted in a hissing voice: "The patriarch is dead... everyone is dead!!"
Yuan Futu walked up to Shi San and said in a deep voice: "So, you were the one who reported the mine, and the Qinghe tribe's demise was also caused by you!"
Shi San sneered twice and said: "Yes, it's me. There is no point in the existence of a tribe that only knows how to eat and wait to die."
"You have lived there for so long, don't you have any feelings at all?" Yuan Futu found it hard to imagine that a person could be so heartless.
"I was once an orphan and a beggar. The lower a person's starting point, the greater his ambition. Even if the old patriarch is not going to die soon, he is not willing to pass on the position of patriarch to me. If I want a better life, I have to do it myself.
Fight for it." Shi San said matter-of-factly, without any trace of guilt.
"So you chose the Black Dragon Tribe, even if it cost hundreds of lives?!"
Shi San said: "If you want to blame it, you can only blame the old patriarch for picking up a wolf back then. You can't blame others."
Yuan Futu narrowed his eyes and put his fingers on Shi San's eyebrows.
Shi San slowly closed his eyes, only to feel an extremely sharp force tearing apart the flesh and blood between his eyebrows, penetrating his skull, and crushing his brain until all his consciousness disappeared, and then he fell to the ground helplessly.
Such people are no different from animals and should not survive in the world.
Shui'er hugged Xiaodouzi tightly and cried loudly. The sound was extremely tragic and touching.
"let's go."
Xiaodouzi nodded, picked up Shui'er on his back, and walked out the door step by step.
When the Black Dragon clansmen saw that their clan leader was dead, they all fled like ants on a hot pot. The streets were empty, but there was an unusual energy of heaven and earth.
Yuan Futu walked in front and found a faint silver light on the ground, and a hot breath was surging.
The true essence of light!
When he noticed this force, Yuan Futu turned around suddenly and held up an earth element shield.
And this earth shield protects not him, but Xiaodouzi and Shui'er.
The next moment, endless silver sword light rose from the ground, making several sounds, cutting on Yuan Futu's body surface, but it was obviously unable to break the Yuanyang Dragon Armor's defense. As for the Earth Yuan Shield, it had reached the realm of returning to the void.
It was impregnable and could barely resist this wave of attacks.
Yuan Futu looked up and found several figures suspended in the void.
The leader was wearing a blue Taoist robe, and he would never forget that face. He was the Taoist of Shushan Xuan generation who almost killed him in the world of chaos, Black.
The people standing next to him should all be disciples of the Ling generation and the Chang generation.
"Long time no see." A sneer appeared at the corner of the black mouth.