"Stop, stop, I am the son of the chief priest of Tianyang Temple. If you dare to hit me, you will die..." Long Wudang's shouting was heard in the crowd.

Before he finished speaking, Mu Hanyan, Ling Baobao, and the little pig jumped up at the same time, and the fists and feet of the man and the beast, plus Ling Baobao's turtle shell, rained down on Long Wu's head.

Originally, Long Wudang was mixed up with that group of followers, who were rolling and crawling, howling like ghosts and wolves, all of them with bruised faces and noses like pigs. Mu Hanyan could hardly tell them apart. He spoke and exposed his position, so it was no wonder that Miss Mu was ruthless.

"Woo..." Long Wudang had just popped his head out when he let out another scream and fell to the ground, with a series of muffled bang sounds coming from his body.

Seeing this, no one else dared to speak.

"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me, ouch... don't hit me in the face..." Long Wudang could no longer be arrogant and begged in a crying voice.

"Shh, don't talk, just concentrate on getting beaten." Baby Ling raised his finger and said with a focused look on his face.

Mu Hanyan staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Seeing the excitement in Ling Baobao's eyes, Mu Hanyan realized for the first time that this guy was so violent. However, this Long Wudang was really spineless. He just couldn't hold on for long. I despise this second-generation rich kid. He's so weak! He begged for mercy so quickly.

Mu Hanyan thought Ling Baobao was violent, but in the eyes of others, she was not much better.

"Have mercy on me, please stop hitting me, have mercy on me." Long Wudang finally couldn't bear the pain anymore. He lay on the ground with his head in his hands, begging for mercy with tears and blood from his nose.

"Stop it." Mu Hanyan said to Ling Baobao and the little auspicious beast.

It looked like the fight was almost over. If the fight continued, someone would die. Long Wudang was the son of the chief priest of the Tianyang Temple. If he was killed, there would be no explanation.

Although they were still a little reluctant to leave, Ling Baobao and the little auspicious beast still stopped.

"Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir." Long Wudang was really scared after being beaten. He backed away while wiping the blood from his nose.

The situation of that group of followers was not much better than his. They were all terrified and followed Long Wudang to retreat out of the city in fear.

"Wait, you want to leave after injuring our people from Huayu Temple?" Mu Hanyan said coldly.

"Yes, yes, we were wrong before. We apologize, we apologize." Long Wudang forced a smile that was uglier than crying, and bowed repeatedly to An Xiaxin and the others to apologize. Only after suffering at the hands of Mu Hanyan and the others did he realize how cruel they were.

"Is it enough to just say sorry?" Mu Hanyan had a faint smile on her face, but there was a hint of coldness in her eyes.

Beside him, Baby Ling was knocking on the turtle's shell from time to time, making a series of light thuds. The sound seemed to be knocking on Long Wudang's heart, making his heart beat fast.

The incredibly violent little piglet was even more direct, waving his little paws and almost carving the word "threat" on his forehead.

"I'll compensate, I'll compensate." Long Wudang was overjoyed and took out handfuls of various things, including gold, silver, herbs, pills, meteorite gold, and soon a large pile of miscellaneous things was placed in front of him.

As expected of the son of the chief priest, he must have some storage space on him, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to hold so many things.

Mu Hanyan didn't really care about gold and silver, but she was a little curious about the meteorite gold in the elixirs. Just by looking at the green light that involuntarily appeared in the eyes of Sikong Qinglan and others, she could guess that the meteorite gold in these elixirs was of good quality.

What surprised Mu Hanyan the most was that there were a bunch of bottles and jars mixed in. At first, she thought they contained elixirs, but upon closer inspection, they were actually some kind of powder and cheek powder. Could this guy really have a homosexual fetish? Mu Hanyan took out a handkerchief and wiped her hands again and again, thinking about changing her shoes later.

"That's all." After taking out the last porcelain bottle, Long Wudang said pitifully to Mu Hanyan.

"That's all." Ling Baobao stretched his neck to take a look and said dissatisfiedly, then started knocking on the turtle shell again. The banging sound made Long Wudang's heart beat fast again.

In fact, Long Wudang had already taken out quite a few things, but they were still not enough to satisfy Ling Baobao's appetite. After all the effort he put in, this was the only benefit he got. Wasn't it all in vain?

Long Wudang cast a threatening glance at the group of followers behind him. The latter understood and quickly began to search their pockets.

Of course, their wealth was not as great as Long Wudang's, and they had no storage space, but they had the advantage of being more numerous, and soon, a pile of miscellaneous items had piled up again.

"Sir, this is all I have." Long Wudang looked at Mu Hanyan's face and said cautiously.

"Let's go." Mu Hanyan waved her hand. It was obvious that these guys really didn't have much money left.

"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir." Long Wudang felt as if he had been pardoned, and fled out of Huayu City like a stray dog ​​with a group of followers.

After driving the carriage for more than ten miles, Long Wudang and others breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master, are you alright?" the short henchman approached, looking concerned. He had wanted to take the medicine, but after reaching out to touch it, he realized it had been stolen, so he withdrew his hand in frustration.

"Get lost." This was the first time in Long Wudang's life that he'd been bullied like this. He felt ashamed even as he pleaded for mercy with tears and blood streaming down his face. He was already feeling depressed, and when he saw him bringing up such irrelevant issues, he angrily cursed him. As soon as he opened his mouth, he grimaced again as the injury was mentioned.

"That bitch, I will never let her off easily." Long Wudang held his cheek, spat out a bloody tooth, and said hatefully. After that, he asked, "By the way, what's the name of that bitch?"

He had wanted to ask the other person's name, but after thinking about it, he gave up the idea. What if the other person thought he wanted to retaliate and beat him up?

Of course, that's what he thought, and he had to avenge himself, but a hero never suffers a loss in front of him, so there was no need to reveal it in advance and then get beaten up.

The followers looked at each other and shook their heads.

At first, no one took Mu Hanyan seriously, so naturally no one cared about her name. Later, when they realized something was wrong, they no longer had the chance to ask, nor did they have the courage to ask.

"A bunch of idiots!" Long Wudang was so angry that he had no place to vent it. Seeing that they were like wooden sticks, he started cursing.

Of course, no one dared to retort, but they all thought in their hearts: You are not stupid, you didn't get beaten to the point of crying and kowtowing for mercy.