There were originally seven or eight gangsters, but only three were able to survive until now, and one of them was the strong man who was being played around by the little dumpling.
Others either fainted from the pain or fainted themselves, unable to bear the torture.
After hearing Xiaotuanzi's words, the remaining two gangsters who were still conscious turned around and ran away without saying a word.
Even the strong man who was yelling in anger and wanted to kill Xiaotuanzi was stunned, then turned around and ran away.
They were very familiar with the surrounding terrain and knew where the water sources were. Under the burning pain all over their bodies, they could not care about anything else and only wanted to relieve their own pain.
As a result, the three people ran faster than the other and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The noisy mountain col finally became quiet.
Jun Buli frowned slightly as he watched the three gangsters escape. Although he didn't understand why Xiao Mo wanted to let the tiger go back to the mountain, he didn't stop him out of trust in Xiao Mo.
However, Jun Buli trusts Xiaotuanzi.
Some people don’t understand those people who were frightened and escaped death.
"Why did you let them run away? If we don't kill such evil people, won't they harm us again next time?" A middle-aged man in his thirties or forties complained.
Xiaotuanzi paused, turned his head, stared at the other person with a pair of big black eyes, and said with a smile: "Uncle, you are so good at talking, why don't you do it yourself?"
"I..." The middle-aged man choked and his face was burning.
He seems to be a person who cares about face, and he is an adult. He somewhat despises children. Hearing this, he couldn't help but throw up his sleeves in anger: "You kid, why are you so untutored?! I'm not a warrior, how can I do anything?"<
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"Why can't you move? Don't you have any hands?"
Xiaotuanzi curled his lips, bent down to pick up a short knife dropped by a bandit on the ground, and threw it to the middle-aged man's feet with a clang, "Here, I've given you the weapons. You're so powerful, come on."
The middle-aged man was immediately frightened and took two steps back. His face turned green and white, and he did not dare to touch it.
There's still blood on the dagger.
"You're not even as good as a child, how can you get the face to point fingers here?" Xiaotuanzi looked at his reaction and sneered, his contempt clear on his face.
The middle-aged man suddenly felt as if he had been slapped in the face, and he couldn't help but become angry.
It's ridiculous to say that when facing those vicious gangsters, this man didn't even dare to fart, and shivered and hid behind the crowd.
Now that he was rescued by two little guys, he began to tremble and lost face.
To put it bluntly, it means bullying the weak and fearing the strong.
The middle-aged man was about to get angry when he suddenly met a pair of cold and strange purple eyes.
The little boy in Xuanyi stood expressionlessly beside him, squinting his eyes slightly and staring at him coldly. There were traces of purple lightning flashing in his small palms.
He didn't say anything, just stared at him expressionlessly, as if there was a sentence written all over his body - one more wordy sentence, you try?
Middle-aged man: "..."
His face suddenly turned pale with embarrassment and anger.
Looking at the electric arc dancing on the little boy's hand, his lips trembled and cold sweat broke out.
The corner of Xiaotuanzi's mouth curled up and he said with a smile: "If you don't dare to make a move, just get out of here and don't get in the way here. We children have a lot of adults, and we are not as knowledgeable as idiots."
Jun Buli didn't say much. He uttered one word coldly and with full force, "Get out!"