Chapter two hundred and eighty-eight education expenses
Mo Han came to the front and did not go up directly to take action. Instead, he looked at the playboy and said indifferently: "If I were you, I would immediately let go of my claws and sincerely apologize to this lady."
"How dare you, who are you? How dare you talk to my young master like this." The playboy still held on to Wenxuan's green jade. He didn't even look at Mo Han. Instead, he was followed by five or six followers behind him.
He came and surrounded Mo Han with a fierce look on his face.
"Ha, the master didn't say anything, but the dog was barking beside him. It seems that the master is nothing. It just so happens that my hands are itchy during this period, so I will first discipline and discipline his dog for your master." Mo Han looked at the people surrounding him.
His five or six people sneered, but they didn't see any movement from him. The five or six people who had just surrounded him all flew out and landed hard on the ground: "Trash is really trash."
Originally, Shannan City today is very lively. There are people everywhere wherever you go. When something happens here, the people nearby swarm around and watch the excitement. Moreover, the people who come to Shannan City are basically monks.
All of them are unruly, either relying on their own cultivation or relying on their family background. Not to mention doing evil everywhere, but they definitely belong to the type who don't mind things being too lively.
No, Mo Han just kicked all five or six people away. Before the playboy could say anything, some onlookers shouted at Mo Han: "Damn, little bastard, they messed with you.
, I have no doubts about you beating them away, but why do you want to beat this eggless guy towards me? Do you think I am easy to bully?"
"I don't know if you are good at bullying me, but I know that I am not easy to bully. Anyone who wants to bully me has gone to see the King of Hell. If you don't want to see what the King of Hell looks like, it's best to shut you up."
mouth, otherwise I will send you there in the next second and help you pay the toll by the way."
From the Dead Leaf Continent to the Cambrian Continent, Mo Han has not had a fight for a long time. For a guy like Mo Han who used to have fights every three days, he felt really depressed after not having a fight for so long.
Not long ago, he returned to the law, and his body and soul advanced to the early stage of the spirit at the same time. He had long wanted to find someone to try his skills, but he never found the opportunity. He brought Wenxuan and two people out today, not without thinking.
Thoughts of fighting.
Looking at the bald man who just scolded him, Mo Han casually moved his body, and all the bones in his body crackled.
"Little brat, today I will teach you how to be a good person." The bald man was not afraid of Mo Han. He rolled up his sleeves and walked out to teach Mo Han a lesson.
"Third brother, you motherfucker, stop right here. There are crouching tigers and hidden dragons in Shannan City. Don't mess around and delay our important event." A middle-aged scribe standing next to the bald man suddenly grabbed the bald man.
, walked up to him with a smile on his face: "Little brother, I'm really sorry. I'm such a straight-faced brother, I just say whatever I have to say. I offended you just now. Please forgive me, little brother. I'll take him back to reflect on it."
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The middle-aged scribe clasped his fists at Mo Han, turned around and left.
"Wait a minute." Mo Han looked at the middle-aged scribe indifferently: "I don't have any objections to taking him away, but just now I have advanced him the travel expenses to see the Lord of Hell. Shouldn't you give him the travel expenses?
Are you going to leave after leaving me?"
The middle-aged scribe was stunned, and even the onlookers were stunned, and then burst into laughter. He had seen weird things before, but he had never seen such weird things today. Even extortion and robbery were said to be so upright and high-sounding. Only
The small group of people who had just seen clearly how Mo Han took action changed their expressions and quietly retreated, not daring to watch the dispute.
"Little bastard, you've got your nose in your face. My elder brother has given you no shame, so I'll let you taste the power of my fists and let you see how many eyes Lord Ma has." The bald man broke away after brushing his hands.
The middle-aged scribe's arm was also angry, and he did not stop the bald man anymore.
Others don't know the details of the bald man, but the middle-aged scribes know it clearly. They are not good people to begin with. They are bandits at the junction of the Central-Earth Dynasty and the three major sects of the five major families, specializing in robbing passing merchants and poor people.
Monk Shan. When he came to Shannan City this time, someone spent a lot of money to invite several groups of bandits to enter the Dan Gate Forbidden Area to look for things. They also felt that there was something to be gained in the Dan Gate Forbidden Area, so they all came.
The bald man's cultivation is actually the Great Perfection of the later stage of the spiritual being, and is about to break through to the spiritual master stage. Moreover, they crawl and wallow on the line of life and death every day, and have very rich combat experience. Even if the bald man is serious, ordinary spiritual masters
No early cultivator would be a match for the bald man. Therefore, facing Mo Han, who was only in the early stage of spiritual cultivation, the middle-aged scribe was full of confidence in the bald man.
"Since I'm shameless, I'll tear it apart completely and see if you can still sneeze." The middle-aged scribe thought fiercely in his heart, but it didn't show on his face, and he even looked like he didn't have time to stop him.
The appearance of the bald man. Because he was always a little worried in his heart. Especially after the bald man rushed out, the middle-aged scribe became more and more uneasy.
Seeing the bald man rushing out, Mo Han sneered, moved his body, and jumped in front of the bald man like a cunning rabbit. The bald man didn't even react, and saw Mo Han's fist shaking in front of his eyes.
Then Mo Han's fist expanded without limit in his consciousness.
Bang.
Mo Han's fist hit the bald man's face firmly, and the bald man's nosebleed spurted out on the spot, along with two or three yellow teeth flying into the distance.
The body of the bald man flew out as fast as it flew back, because at the same time that the bald man's body was knocked away by Mo Han, Mo Han also flew out with the bald man. When the bald man was about to land,
, Mo Han punched the bald man in the face again, knocking him down and flying back, landing heavily on the ground.
Mo Han stepped on the bald man's chest with a smile on his face: "Remember, when you hit someone in the future, just concentrate on hitting them. Why do you talk so much? You can't even pretend to be B. See how embarrassed you are now?"
The bald man struggled for a few times, but suddenly he found that he couldn't move. Mo Han's foot seemed to be embedded in his body, and it was as if there was a big mountain pressing on his chest, so heavy that he could hardly breathe.
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"Do you want to help him get revenge?" After Mo Han said to the bald man, he neither talked to the bald man nor let go of his foot, but asked the middle-aged scribe.
Seeing Mo Han's clean and neat movements just now, the middle-aged scribe knew that they had hit an iron plate this time, an absolute iron plate. He subconsciously looked back and saw some of the people he had just recognized in the crowd. Now
None of them said: "I won't help!"
Mo Han looked at the middle-aged scribe with confusion on his face: "Aren't you brothers? Aren't you in the same group? We were all together when we committed murder and arson, so why don't you help him now?"
The middle-aged scribe was stunned, wondering how Mo Han could figure out their identities, but the problem now is that Mo Han can't identify them, otherwise they will walk around in confusion: "Fellow Taoist, young hero,
It's our fault, we are willing to pay for the toll, and please be kind enough to let my brother go."
Mo Han shook his head. Just when the middle-aged scribe thought that Mo Han was going to regret it, he heard Mo Han say: "Tolls must be collected, but I helped you educate your brother just now. Do you want to pay too?"
Give me some teaching fees!"
"Give, give, give, no problem, fellow Taoist, just ask for whatever you want." The middle-aged scribe felt aggrieved. They were the only ones who robbed others, and it was always their turn for others to rob them.
Mo Han nodded with satisfaction and kicked the bald man to the feet of the middle-aged scribe: "Okay, in that case, give me the storage bag that contains the most yuan stones between you two."
The bald man landed on the ground and wanted to struggle, but he didn't want to be hit on the neck by the middle-aged scribe with a knife. He was knocked unconscious. He took off the bald man and his storage bag and threw them to Mo Han. He clasped his hands and said, "That fellow Taoist
Let's leave. The green mountains will remain unchanged and the green waters will flow forever. We will see you again someday."
Mo Han was so happy that there were people rushing to give him things. He waved his hands quickly: "Okay, okay, I'll see you tomorrow. You are welcome to continue being a money-giving boy. Remember to prepare more things next time!"
The middle-aged Wen Shi's face turned dark, and he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. He did not dare to speak any more, for fear that he would not be able to bear it and go back to find Mo Han. He put the bald man on his shoulders, turned around and left.
Mo Han weighed the two storage bags in his hands and felt inexplicably better. Just now he took a look at the Yuan Stones in the two storage bags. There were actually a hundred thousand middle-grade Yuan Stones, which was enough for him.
It's been a while.
"Well, that playboy, now that I have regretted it, if you let go of this girl's green jade, then if you give me 100,000 middle-grade Yuan stones, I will not hold you responsible. If you do it again
If you dare to hold her arm, then I will not only take your Yuan Stone, but I will also break your dog legs."
Mo Han felt that what he said was very polite and he made his meaning completely clear, but he knew that a playboy like this would not give up easily or give up, so he could ask for the education fee openly.
, this way he can add another amount of Yuan Stone to his account.
"Little bastard, do you know my last name and who I am?" The playboy looked at the men who were kicked out by Mo Han and didn't come back for a long time. He knew that these losers were unreliable. If he didn't want to
If he wants to suffer in this turmoil, he must ask for help from the outside. Fortunately, his cousin
It happens to be in Shannan City and not far from here. He only needs to drag Mo Han. When his cousin comes, everything will be solved. He must interrupt this guy who dares to pretend to be B in front of him.
His dog legs, as for these two pretty little girls, he must take them back to enjoy themselves, and sell them to a brothel.