"You bastards, if you are smart enough, hurry up and keep away from me. Otherwise, when our boss comes, you bastards will all be in bad luck!" The young man stumbled over under the push of several robbers.
Along the way, he was struggling and yelling loudly, but in the midst of this struggle and yelling, his eyes were always flickering, giving people a feeling of lack of confidence.
"Gasuo...Gasuo, how could it be Gasuo? This little bastard, didn't I tell him not to come back? Why did he come back..." The moment the young man walked onto the church square, Lao Sa
The expression on Latte's face froze, and his old face instantly turned pale. His eyes looked directly at the young man. The words coming out of his mouth were incoherent and it was difficult to form a complete sentence.
"What's wrong, Uncle Sarat?" Lin Li looked at the old Sarat next to him, and then at the young man in the church square. At this moment, he suddenly understood everything: "Could it be that he is you?"
Son?"
"Yes, it's this little bastard..." Seeing his own son being caught by the robbers, the old man was so anxious that he was at a loss for words: "What should I do, Fei Lei, what do you think I should do, this little bastard?
It’s not a good time to come back. He has to choose this time to come back. I’ve told him before, don’t go back to Wuyun Town before the 15th of every month..."
"Uncle Sarat, don't worry. Your son will be fine..." Lin Li's words were not pure comfort. The reason was simple. The strength of this group of bandits was too weak. There were so many people present.
, the strongest ones are no more than level 10. To a level 16 great mage, they are no different from ants. As long as Lin Li is willing, he can kill them all at any time and save old Sarat's son.
No problem.
So Lin Li was not worried from the beginning to the end. After comforting Old Salat, his eyes fell on the young man named Gasso. There were more than a thousand people in the church square, including residents and robbers, but what really made Lin Li
What interested me was the unfulfilling son that Old Zarate said. This young man named Gasso was indeed a bit interesting. He was wearing a tight-fitting leather armor commonly worn by adventurers, but his steps were frivolous when walking.
It didn't look like he had practiced martial arts. Moreover, when this guy walked onto the church square, Lin Li had clearly seen a small iron hook half exposed from his pocket. Lin Li remembered that this thing was Garros.
The most common tool used by thieves...
It seems that the son of Old Salat may be more disappointing than he imagined...
Several robbers took Gasso to the church square. One of them walked a few steps and trotted all the way to the long table and whispered a few words to the little leader who was counting money.
"What?" The robber's words immediately made the little boss furious. He didn't even count the money or curse anyone. He suddenly stood up from behind the long table with a look on his face as if he wanted to eat.
With a fierce look on his face, he walked step by step in front of Gasso.
Then, there was a crisp "pop" sound.
"How brave!" The little boss slapped Gasso so hard that half of his face became swollen on the spot.
Followed by another heavy kick, Kasuo was immediately staggered. If the two robbers behind him hadn't supported him firmly enough, this kick would have knocked him down on the spot.
After a kick on the ground, the little boss still didn't give up. What hit him all over was a severe beating: "You also have a boss, right? Well, I want to see today whether it is your backstage that is stronger or my fist that is stronger. You guys
These few are still standing around doing nothing, I will beat them all to death!"
Amidst the shouts of the little leader, other robbers also swarmed forward. For a moment, the only sound that could be heard was the muffled sound of fists falling on the flesh.
When the slap fell on Gasso, Old Zarate had already clenched his fist tightly. At this time, more than a dozen robbers swarmed up and beat his son severely. Finally, Old Zarate couldn't bear it anymore.
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"Marcol, you bandits, let go of my son!" Old Sarat didn't know where the strength came from. He raised his hand and pushed aside the crowd in front of him. Then, he followed, and he was surrounded by the crowd.
He rushed over with stunned eyes.
Before anyone could react, Old Sarat was like a hen protecting its young, firmly protecting Gasol behind him, letting the rain-like fists fall on him one after another.
However, Old Sarat is an old man in his fifties after all. Even if he is strong and strong all year round, he is still far from what he was when he was young. At this time, more than a dozen robbers are fighting with fists and kicks. How can Old Sarat
Can he withstand it? In just a moment, old Sarat was beaten until he vomited blood and was about to collapse to the ground.
"Old immortal, do you want to seek death? Well, I will give you this opportunity!"
This time, Lin Li couldn't stay still.
Lin Li shook his head, took out the Sky Staff from the Ring of Endless Storm, and then released a Blood Vine Technique.
In an instant, a bright red color spread across the church square. Thousands of blood vines grew wildly, like countless red poisonous snakes tightly entangled, and like bright red blood flowers blooming in the church square.
At this moment, the more than a thousand people in the church square were all stunned. Everyone was staring blankly at the center of the church square, looking at the suffocating red.
"Damn it, what is this..." A group of bandits were swallowed up by this red in an instant before they even had time to scream.
The one who bore the brunt was none other than the little bandit leader named Marco. Hundreds of blood vines were tightly wrapped around his body, winding down in circles. They seemed so dense that they actually covered his entire body.
This is a real level 15 magic. Even the great magician may not be able to resist it, let alone a low-level warrior like Marco. He cannot struggle or resist. He can only watch the hundreds of blood vines.
Wrap yourself tighter and tighter...
After finishing all this, Lin Li patted the dust on his robe and slowly walked out of the crowd.
"To be honest, Mr. Marco, I think you may not have a chance to have dinner..."
"You, you, you... who are you?" Poor Marco was tightly entangled in the blood vines. He could even feel that these damn vines had countless spikes and were slowly moving toward his body.
When squeezed out, the pain is not strong, but it makes people feel desperate involuntarily, as if a dull knife is slowly cutting into one's body...
"Me?" Lin Li recited a spell to slightly control the growth speed of the blood vines so that they would not hurt innocent people, and then replied with a smile on his face: "Just a person who doesn't want to pay taxes...
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Just as the two were asking and answering questions, waves of whispers came from the crowd in the church square. At first, there were only two or three people, but soon, the voices of these two or three people became louder and louder.
Like a plague, it quickly spread to the entire church square.
Everyone was asking each other if they knew where this young man came from. Then, naturally, someone who knew Lin Li proudly told them that this young man had just moved to Wuyun Town a month ago.
I bought something in my store a few days ago...
However, no matter whether they recognized him or not, no one among the more than a thousand people present had imagined that this young man with a gentle face turned out to be a magician with powerful power!
This news is simply an earth-shattering shock to the residents of Wuyun Town. In their eyes, magicians are simply the most mysterious profession in the world. They control lightning, storms, flames and frost, and use powers that are not ordinary.
, creating one miracle after another in the world.
A month ago, when this young man just moved to Wuyun Town, the residents just thought that he was a very lovable young man, gentle and humble, who always smiled at everyone. At that time, they
But I never thought that this lovable young man could have such a powerful power hidden behind his gentleness and humility.
"Is Feyre really a magician?"
"Of course!" The person who said this was Lin Li's landlord, a fat aunt in her forties who owned a bakery. At this time, the fat aunt was showing off to the neighbors with a proud look on her face, showing off herself.
How did you know at a glance that this young man was extraordinary, and how did you give him meticulous care in your daily life...
Anyway, if it weren't for the short time that Lin Li lived in Wuyun Town, she might even be able to boast that Lin Li's magic was actually taught by her!
Suddenly, the church square became extremely lively, and everyone's hearts dropped. At this time, no one cared about the group of robbers. In their view, since there was a magic in Wuyun Town,
Master, I'm afraid these little robbers will only die.
"I, I, I... I'm warning you, kid, we are members of the Char Thieves Group. If you dare to mess around, our boss will never let you go..." Marco was entangled by the Blood Vine Technique.
, has completely lost the previous majesty, and now he is just like a drowning man, desperately trying to grasp the last straw.
Unfortunately, this straw was meaningless to Lin Li, because he had no idea where the Char Thieves Group came from, let alone who the "boss" in Marco's words was.
"Honestly, Mr. Marco, you talk too much..."
Then, the gem on the top of the Dome Staff lit up...