"It's still a little bit..." Mu Xiaobao said in a sweet voice, "My hands are itchy. I feel bad if I don't make some money here."
With a "swish" sound, a strong man was thrown to the ground only ten steps away from Mu Xiaobao.
"Then what price did you discuss? Are you helping people settle this time? Are you collecting money for them, or are you just robbing them?" Mu Lingbo continued to ask slowly.
The strong man clutched his chest. The thousand-year-old raccoon dog's kick was so powerful that he, a sword god, fell to the ground and even lost the strength to get up. The wound was burning and hurting from the inside out.
When I heard this conversation between mother and son, my forehead suddenly felt numb. Who the hell is this person?
"Mother, Xiaobao is a good person." Mu Xiaobao reminded.
"Yeah, I didn't say there was anything wrong with you. But we are busy recently and don't have much money."
"The price hasn't been negotiated yet, maybe it's a lot. These uncles shouldn't be poor, right?" Mu Xiaobao turned around with an expectant look on his face and glanced at the strong man on the ground who was trying to get up.
The strong man immediately wiped away a little blood from the corner of his mouth, trying not to spit out a mouthful of blood and make others look down on him.
Before anyone could say the next sentence, another lean young man was thrown over. He was right on top of the strong man like a stack of arhats. The strong man endured a mouthful of blood for a long time, and now he couldn't bear it anymore, and directly Squirted out.
Seeing that the direction of the blood mist was Mu Xiaobao in front of him, Mu Xiaobao immediately raised his hand in disgust, keeping the two people still, turned ninety degrees, and let the blood spray to the other side.
"Uncle, you've finished vomiting blood, can you speak now?" Mu Xiaobao also ignored the people over there who were still discouraged by the fortune-telling, and only blinked at the two people stacked on top of each other.
Both of them knew that they were in trouble this time. As soon as the child made a move, they felt that something was wrong. This was simply a higher level of cultivation than them.
Looking at the pure and innocent eyes of this child, and thinking of the conversation between mother and son just now, I knew that I had met a very sinister and dangerous guy.
And precisely because they are not from a well-known family, once they have a chance to win, they have no scruples in taking action.
"You...what do you want to say?" The strong man below had just finished vomiting blood and had no strength to speak, and the young man above asked cautiously.
"Didn't uncle just ask Xiaobao where your friend went? Come, let's talk about the price, okay?" Mu Xiaobao asked very sincerely, "My mother has already urged me. If we can't negotiate this business, we can't." We have to go, we are very busy. By the way, mother, what are we busy with?"
"Go kill someone for revenge, but you have to be tortured before you kill him, so you're in a hurry." Mu Lingbo said coldly.
Another one was thrown over, and the third one was stacked on top of each other. The strong man below was already dying.
"Oh." Mu Xiaobao turned his head and continued to look at him, "You have heard what mother said, we are rushing to kill people, please hurry up."
"!!!" They couldn't even test the mother's cultivation at this moment, and said as if they were at the mercy of others, "We just want to know... where did our friend go after listening to your words? , why disappeared."
"Yes, Xiaobao knows." Mu Xiaobao continued to blink, "I told you to give him money and keep it secret. Let's negotiate a price. Xiaobao will let you know how he is doing."
However, looking at this posture, they also knew that the situation was in danger.
"It's better... forget it." The second young master continued.
"No." Mu Xiaobao turned around and said with contempt, "You can't be so unloyal. Xiaobao hates people who give up easily!"
