The little fox girl, who was about seven or eight years old, thought that the devil was going to do something. She almost fainted from fright, screamed and struggled.
But this frail little body couldn't compete with the body of martial arts that had been tempered for thousands of years. He was panting from exhaustion. He didn't know whether he had no strength or was afraid to struggle, so he boldly looked up.
There is a slight stubble on the chin, and the thin and strong cheeks are sharp and angular, but they seem a little tired. From this angle, you can clearly see the frowning eyebrows.
The little fox girl has never seen Father Fox. When she was very young, she vaguely heard about it, as if he was eaten by a tiger in Huxiao Peak. She was young and ignorant and didn't understand. When she asked the fox girl, she was severely punished.
That was the first and only time I beat her. Every time I think about what happened that time, the little fox girl is not afraid, but regretful. She shouldn't have made the fox girl rise up, but she just feels more and more lonely.
At this moment, I felt a little relieved for no reason, and felt unusually warm. I took a peek and found that the devil was not that hateful, if he hadn't laughed and said that he wanted to skin himself to make a waistcoat.
"Bad guy!"
The little fox girl murmured, quietly turned her little body, and found an angle that felt quite comfortable. She listened carefully to the sound of the sound, which was like a drum, but neither urgent nor slow, and the heartbeat was strong and powerful.
Gradually, in my mind, the pain caused by the destruction of my home, the separation of tribesmen, the separation of mother and daughter, and the tragic scenes disappeared without realizing it, and I fell into a deep sleep.
Ever since the drastic change in Ten Thousand Monster Mountain and her kidnapping, the little fox girl had not had a peaceful sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt like someone was trying to skin her to make a waistcoat, and they were holding the bloody fox skin and grinning at her.
More, I even saw familiar playmates, relatives in the clan, and even... the fox girl!
The snoring gradually began, the little fox girl's frown gradually softened, and a silly smile appeared on her tight little face. It seemed as if there was a kind and warm figure beside her in her sleep.
When I looked up, it seemed to be Father Fox whom I had never met before, but it seemed to gradually overlap with a face. The corners of the man's lips were twitching, seemingly saying...skin yourself to make a waistcoat!
When groups of people returned and saw two figures, one large and one small, sleeping on wicker chairs by the lake through the layers of vines, they all felt incredible.
What's even more incredible is that there is a vine next to it slowly fanning its broad leaves and blowing the wind for the two of them.
The wind and sand are rolling outside, the oasis is full of life, the sun sets, and it is quiet and leisurely.
"ah!"
Until, a sharp scream broke the silence.
"What's the ghost's name?"
Wu Ming slowly opened his eyes, grabbed the little fox by the scruff of his neck, and slid it in front of him.
The poor little fox was so frightened that he couldn't help but transform into his original shape. He saw the devil in the dream who was viciously trying to peel off his skin to make a waistcoat. His whole face came close to him, and he instinctively scratched it with his paw in panic.
Tsk!
Unfortunately, the skin was not scratched at all, but the claws were sore that the eyes immediately turned red.
"Tell me to peel the skin again to make a waistcoat!"
Wu Ming said fiercely.
"嘤嘤嘤!"
The little fox covered its mouth with its front paws, and its pink starry eyes were full of crystals. It rolled down and dripped on Wu Ming's clothes. He didn't know whether it was because of fear, pain, or grievance.
Wu Ming rubbed his eyebrows and felt a slight chill on his chest. When he lowered his head, he saw water stains. He couldn't help but look up at the corners of the little fox's lips.
"Hey...it's not me...it's not me..."
The little fox slurred his speech, shook his head repeatedly, and looked frightened.
The next moment, Wu Ming shook his head, a silvery light flashed between his eyebrows, and disappeared wrapped in the little fox.
"call……"
Wu Ming stretched out, looked at his hands, and touched the warmth on his chest. He seemed a little nostalgic, but his face gradually turned cold, and he slowly turned around to look outside the oasis.
rustle!
The hemp rope was used to cut out a smooth sandy road, erecting arcs and arches, and the huge body wandering around was extremely intimidating.
But next to that thin figure, there was always a look of fake power!
Outside the oasis, Sansheng Nirvana, brother and sister Chen Fengyu, Qiu Laner, and Honglian were lined up, looking at Wu Ming with different expressions, as if they were surprised by his previous expression.
It's just that because of the outsiders being here or the difference in status, I didn't mention it.
One hundred Dragon Saint heritage emperors, without saying a word, looked like the most standard iron-blooded warriors, with cold expressions surrounding hundreds of them with different looks, some were in ragged clothes, some were stained with blood, some were missing arms and legs, and they were breathless.
Weak warrior.
Although both men and women, old and young, have one thing in common, that is the ferocity, cunning, cruelty in a pair or a single eye, like a lone wolf and a beast.
Even though many people hide themselves very well, there is a coldness hidden like a poisonous snake, which makes people shudder.
"I invite you all to come here because I have just arrived and I am short of manpower. If you complete three things, you will be free!"
Wu Ming walked closer and said with an indifferent expression.
Hearing this, everyone had different expressions, but they were cautious and did not speak, because there were always people who could not hold back.
"I dare to ask, sir, you used this method to arrest so many of us, and you still want us to do things. There should be a charter, right?"
Sure enough, a big man with a rough appearance couldn't help shouting.
"Oh, what charter do you want?"
Wu Ming's eyelids drooped slightly, as if he was thinking about something.
"I have never offended you. Judging from your accent and clothes, you don't look like someone from the Western Regions. To be honest, I am not that kind of person either. I am engaged in the business of killing people and licking blood with the blade of a knife. You arrested people like this.
, but it’s a little unreasonable!
Furthermore, although I am not a big figure in this Western Region, I recognized a few of the people present, and I think they are all doing similar business.
If you arrest so many people at once, there is no guarantee that the news will leak out, and no matter what you want to do, you will probably be in trouble."
The big man is neither soft nor hard.
Hearing this, many people shook their heads secretly. This guy seemed smart, but in fact he was looking for death.
To be able to silently arrest so many ruthless bandits who were running rampant on one side, the hundred or ten extremely powerful emperors in front of them were most likely just a small part of their subordinates.
The most frightening thing is that in just a few days, a thief who is spread over an unknown area and whose whereabouts are usually elusive is found and captured. This is not just a matter of power.
Including mentality, layout, etc., they are all top-notch, and it is very likely that they have been targeted for a long time!
Otherwise, it will never be possible to catch them all in one go.
With such power, such careful arrangements, and such scheming people, it is impossible to impress them with just a few words.
Playing tricks in front of this kind of person is definitely because the birthday man is tired of eating arsenic!
But what is surprising is that the shameless young man in front of him did not get angry or use any means to beat him. Instead, he was still smiling, even if some people were smiling.
"oh!"
Wu Ming nodded thoughtfully, Gu Jing Wubo's gaze slowly passed over everyone, and said with a smile, "Do you guys mean the same thing?"
Wow!
Nearly half of the people took a step back without leaving a trace, but there were a lot of people after all, so their behavior was exposed at once, causing most of the people who had not moved to look ugly.
Those who remain motionless do not feel confident, and those who move do not move because they are afraid, but those who do not move are fearful because they cannot feel or understand clearly!
"First of all, I am not negotiating with you. Secondly, you have no right to refuse. Finally, I am doing justice for heaven!"
Wu Ming stretched out three fingers and curled them up one by one. With a solemn expression, he turned his wrist and took out a dark golden scroll about a foot long with a hint of blood. He slowly unfolded it and said lightly, "Here is my king.
There are only forty-seven places available, no waiting for latecomers!"
Whoosh!
Before he finished speaking, a figure jumped out. The speed was as fast as lightning. You could see that figure rushing in front of Wu Ming. Sansheng Nirvana and others did not move, and neither did the legacy guard.
"The villain Zhang Nao is willing to serve you!"
This was a short and thin man in his forties, half-kneeling in front of Wu Ming, his head almost buried in the sand.
Whoosh!
The next moment, four or five more people rushed out, all of them imitating the same example, half-kneeling on the ground, extremely humble.
"Very good, use your soul power to sign the spiritual contract!"
Wu Ming looked indifferent and told a few people how to do it.
"Blood Book Spiritual Contract?"
"This is a magical method!"
"Once you sign this contract, you will not be able to control your life or death!"
Although he was just a gangster who was a casual cultivator, he could still be a wise man. As the exclamations became louder and louder, the expressions of most of the six people who were the first to express their stance changed wildly.
I thought it was a restraint or poison control, or some vicious oath, but I never thought it was something so vicious.
This is not a matter of doing three things, but a decision related to one's family and life, and no one dares to joke about it.
They themselves are brutal and murderous bandits who have killed countless people. They stabbed in the back, betrayed their trusts, turned against others, and cheated on others, etc., which lasted almost throughout their entire lives.
With all this going on, how can one believe in any gentleman’s agreement or verbal agreement?
"Die!"
A half-century old man with a slightly dark complexion had a fierce look in his eyes. He suddenly roared and took action. His palms were completely black, and he brought up a strong and fishy wind. He spit out a bloody arrow and went straight to the center of Wu Ming's eyebrows.
Obviously, this is a poison master. He is confident that he can withstand the restrictions of the poison technique. He first surrenders and then seeks freedom. But now he is desperate to win over this young man who has a low aura and is full of flaws.
The moment he took action, three other people took action simultaneously. The difference was that two of them attacked Wu Ming's middle and lower vital points, while the third one turned into a ball of blood and jumped straight into the distance.
These people were half-kneeling in front of Wu Ming. They were close at hand and within reach. They were extremely fierce bandits. Their attacks were deadly moves. Anyone of the same level would have been unlucky.
Whoosh!
But just when they thought they had succeeded and looked happy, a dark green light suddenly appeared, but it was a vine as thick as a bucket, covered with fine barbs, like a dragon and snake.
With just a roll, the four of them were entangled. They were about to resist and fight with all their strength, but they were horrified to find that a whole body of true energy was pouring out like a flood.
puff!
In an instant, the four corpses, as shriveled as mummies, turned into fly ash as the vines shrank.
ps: Thank you for your support, Mr. Hehe. I have been really busy recently and haven’t had time to add updates. The saved manuscripts are all clean. Thank you!!!