"Huh! You're dead this time!" Hong San looked at Shen Lang with a sneer.
Shen Lang frowned slightly, vaguely feeling that it was a bit tricky. It was easy to deal with a true spirit realm gangster, but if he wanted to deal with two...does he have to expose his true fire?
Brother Scar was getting closer and closer, with cold sweat on his forehead. Especially when he saw Hong San had drawn out the knife, he was so frightened that his heart almost jumped out, "Hong San! Give me..."
"Second brother! You came just in time, let's go together!" Hong San had no doubt that he had it. He raised the knife again and stared at Shen Lang.
"What the hell!" Brother Scar was so anxious that he flew up in the air and kicked him directly.
Of course he wouldn't kick Shen Lang with this kick, but he kicked Hong San three to four meters away and hung him directly on the wall.
"Forehead!"
Seeing Hong San knocking out a hole in the wall, Shen Lang was stunned for a moment, and Xia Qianjie was also stunned.
"Second Brother Dao!" Hong San climbed up from the corner with difficulty, staring at Brother Scar with red eyes, "Are you crazy!"
"You're crazy!" Brother Scar lowered his head and carefully glanced at Shen Lang's position. After confirming that Shen Lang was not injured, he cursed in a low voice to Hong San: "Idiot, you know who he is.
What!"
"Who is he?" Hong San was stunned, "Who could he be?"
"He is actually..." Hong San's voice trembled as he thought about that extraordinary black robe. But when he saw a righteous monk like Xia Qianjie present in the dungeon, he couldn't help but have a lot of worries.
..
Shen Lang stood quietly, looking at the two people in front of him at leisure. Although he still didn't understand what the situation was, he could vaguely guess that the scar monk seemed to have some misunderstandings about his identity.
"Haha, you are quite smart. You have found out my identity so quickly? So what should you do next? You don't need to teach me, right?" Shen Lang had a smile on his face, but his eyes widened in confusion as he spoke.
Unclear nonsense.
Who is he? He doesn't even know who he is now.
But Brother Scar seemed to understand what Shen Lang meant, and he knelt down with a plop, "My subordinate, Black Wind Village Sword Brother, please bow to the envoy!"
"What! Messenger?" Hong San on the side was stunned.
"Messenger!" Xia Qianjie also looked at Shen Lang in disbelief.
Others may not know Shen Lang yet, but she knows Shen Lang very well! Isn't he just a shameless little hooligan? Well, even if he is a shameless little hooligan with some talents and abilities. But no matter how capable he is,
You can't just change your identity and suddenly become the other party's messenger, right?
Did you get the wrong script? Or is Brother Scar's brain broken?
The scarred man did not dare to raise his head, and he was even more flawless in paying attention to the surprised looks of others. However, he carefully took out a folded square black robe from the Qiankun bag, knelt down and kowtowed, touched his forehead to the ground, and held it up with both hands.
The black robe was presented to Shen Lang, and he said in a trembling voice: "I did not know the identity of the envoy before, and I have offended many people. The crime really deserves death. I hope the envoy can atone for his sins!"
"Oh?" Looking at the extremely familiar black robe in front of him, Shen Lang was instantly happy. With his intelligence, he naturally guessed what was going on! Isn't that black robe the same one that Leng Yanji wore back then?
?Then the scarred monk in front of him obviously regarded him as the messenger sent by the saint!
"That's okay! Leng Yanji, you little bitch who always likes to be naked, I'm afraid you never dreamed that the black robe that you don't care about could actually save my life, right?" I thought like this in my heart.
With this thought, Shen Lang took the black robe handed over by Brother Scar without hesitation and put it directly on himself.
He didn't care whether the black robe was worn by a woman, or whether it still had the scent of the saint on it.
He only knows that as long as he wears a black robe, it is equivalent to wearing a royal robe. In the Black Wind Stronghold, he can do whatever he wants!
"The...messenger of the saint?" Looking at Shen Lang, who was wearing a black robe, Hong San was completely stunned. The big knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, and his body gradually went limp and fell to the ground. He was almost frightened by this shocking news.
Passed out.
"By the way, who said that just now? Even a dragon has to be coiled here? A tiger has to lie down? No matter who I am, you have to cut off one of my hands?" Shen Lang looked at Hong San with a half-smile.
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Hong San shuddered, kowtowed as if pounding garlic, and begged again and again: "The villain knows his fault, the villain knows his fault!"
"Are you aware of your mistake?" Shen Lang sneered, flipping his right hand, the big knife on the ground fell into his hand, "You just wanted to chop off my hand, right? I'll chop off one of your hands first."
After saying this, before Hong San could react, the sword fell out of luck.
Chi...
"Ah!" Hong San closed his eyes in fear and couldn't help but let out a miserable howl. Brother Scar also broke into a cold sweat.
"Why are you howling? I don't have good eyesight, so I cut off the target." Shen Lang cursed.
"Ah?" Hong San was stunned. Sure enough, he saw his intact hand. It turned out that Shen Lang's knife did not fall on his hand. Instead, it landed accurately between Hong San's five fingers, cutting
A crack was cut into the hard stone ground.
"What are you doing standing still? Get out of here and wait for me to chop you again?" Shen Lang looked down at the two people kneeling at their feet and said coldly.
He considered it very clearly. Although the two people in front of him regarded him as the messenger of the saint, there was still a soul-eating master in Black Wind Stronghold, and there might also be all kinds of messy big shots. The water inside was still deep.
Still sitting.
Although he now has a powerful identity, he doesn't understand many things. It is undoubtedly unwise to make enemies and hurt people at will. However, being scary but not hurting can make Hong San and Dao Er feel intimidated.
I also feel a bit grateful. I may even be convinced by him.
In this way, it will be much easier for him to deal with other people in the future.
"Yes! Thank you, envoy, for your kindness! Thank you, envoy for your kindness!" Hong San was immediately overjoyed, and kowtowed to Shen Lang repeatedly to admit his mistake, with a look of gratitude on his face after being forgiven.
"The envoy is so generous, it is really a blessing for us as subordinates." Brother Scar also breathed a sigh of relief, bowed his head and saluted, and quickly retreated outside.
Shen Lang looked at the two retreating figures, and his malicious eyes gradually fell on Xia Qianjie.
"You...what do you want to do again..." Xia Qianjie was completely panicked this time.
"What do you want to do? You little bitch, I just wanted to save you with good intentions and was thinking about getting out of here, but you want to harm me? And you said I was molesting you?" Shen Lang's eyes showed a fierce look, and he took each step step by step.
Approaching Xia Qianjie.
"Ah! Don't come here!" Looking at the fierce look in Shen Lang's eyes, and thinking about the cruel words Shen Lang had said a hundred times a day, Xia Qianjie couldn't help but shrink back, filled with fear.