Qin Xiaopang opened his eyes and could still hear the sounds of fighting.
He turned around and saw that Old Smoker was still fighting with the man with gold-rimmed glasses, his body covered in blood.
Old Smoker's movements were very slow. Behind him, Tiger Cub was waiting for his chance.
No, we have to go up and help quickly, Old Smoker can’t hold on any longer.
Qin Xiaopang picked up the axe and just got up when he saw the man with gold-rimmed glasses coming around behind the old smoker and grabbing his hair.
Lao Yanpao raised his head after being pulled, and Hu Kozi stepped forward and cut Lao Yanpao's throat with a dagger.
Blood gushed out, and Old Smoker's body went limp and he fell to the ground.
Tiger Kozi looked at the blood and laughed excitedly, coughing a few times during his laughter.
He was corroded by the poisonous fog and poisoned by the old smoker's smoke. His condition is not very good now.
But the gold-rimmed glasses are in great condition.
As a poison cultivator, he has extremely strong resistance to poisonous fog.
Of course, this does not mean that he can stay on the Bitter Mist Mountain forever. With his current level of cultivation, he is unable to withstand the long-term erosion of the poisonous fog.
But a day was not too long for him and had almost no impact on him.
He took out a handkerchief, wiped the blood off his hands, and walked in front of Qin Xiaopang.
"You should have heard what I said just now. I hate talking to stupid people. I don't want to say a word.
Compared to that old guy, you are not stupid. At least you are still young and not so stubborn.
Give me all the flowers and I will let you go."
“No!” Xiaopang clutched his pocket tightly.
"Why are you doing this?" Tiger Cub laughed, "I counted for you, you only picked twenty flowers in total, and if you sell them down the mountain, it's just over a thousand yuan. It's not worth it to sacrifice your life for a thousand yuan, right?"
"I won't give it to you!" Xiaopang clenched the axe. He knew that his life was definitely worth more than a thousand dollars, but he would not allow others to take away what belonged to him easily.
"You really don't want to take my honor!" Tiger stepped forward and kicked Xiaopang in the chest.
Xiaopang was prepared this time. He blocked the kick with the axe handle and turned around to chop Hu Laozi with the axe.
Hu Xiazi dodged the axe, but his dodge was very narrow. After being poisoned by the opium, he might not be a match for Xiao Pang if fighting alone.
But he didn't need to do it alone, because there was a man with gold-rimmed glasses standing next to him.
The man with gold-rimmed glasses walked up to Qin Xiaopang, waving his folding fan and said, "Brother, I advise you to leave the flowers behind and get down the mountain quickly."
"You're dreaming!" Xiao Pang spat, "I actually believed you, you bastard, you're so vicious, you've been lying to me all this time!"
"Vicious?" The man with gold-rimmed glasses shook his head. "I think I'm upright enough."
"Bullshit!" Xiaopang spat again, "It's my bad luck to meet a bastard like you!"
"This is not bad luck. If you can't meet me, you will meet someone else." The man with gold-rimmed glasses smiled, "You brought such a big axe. It can be seen that this is your first time in the mountains. Since you left the inn, many people have been eyeing you."
Xiaopang was startled and thought of Shopkeeper Feng from the grocery store.
No wonder he said that he couldn’t bring the Qinglong Sword up the mountain.
The man with gold-rimmed glasses continued, "I know you feel unwilling. You risked your life for a whole day and picked twenty flowers, but now they are gone. Anyone would feel sad.
But think about it, do these twenty flowers really belong to you? Are you worthy of them?
The first time you go to Kuwu Mountain, you want to make money. Are you qualified?
You don't know anything, you don't know the way, you don't know the rules, you don't even know what a snake plant looks like.
I have taught you a lot of things. At least next time you come, you will know where to pick flowers, what kind of flowers to pick, how many you can pick, how many you can take away, what kind of people you can trust, and what kind of people you cannot trust.
You learned so much and saved a life, and it only cost you a little over a thousand dollars. Don't you really think it's not worth it?"
Upon hearing this, Xiaopang took out a piece of dry food from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth.
This is the last piece of dry food and also his last capital.
No matter what the other party said, Xiaopang would never hand over the snake chrysanthemum.
The man with gold-rimmed glasses was very disappointed. He wanted to wait until Xiaopang gave up resisting and then take his life easily.
But since Xiaopang is resisting to the end, we can only try another method.
"Little brother, I'll give you five minutes to think about it carefully." The man with gold-rimmed glasses took out a folding fan and fanned it slowly. The fragrance in the fan began to dissipate slowly along the mechanism on the fan bones.
The fragrance wafted out, but Xiaopang was unaware of it because he didn't know that the man with gold-rimmed glasses was a poison cultivator.
When Old Smoker discovered that the man with gold-rimmed glasses was a poison cultivator, Little Fatty fainted.
"I still say the same thing, talking to a fool, any more words is a waste of energy. I believe you are not a fool." The man with gold-rimmed glasses was still spewing poison when he suddenly saw a person running towards him from a distance.
"Brother Fatty, my friends, I found a great place with lots of snake daisies!"
Xiaopang turned around and saw Li Banfeng running towards him.
The man with gold-rimmed glasses was stunned and took two steps back. Hu Laozi quickly picked up the dagger.
Why is he back? Didn’t he go down the mountain?
Li Banfeng rushed forward and said to Xiaopang, "We've made some money this time. There's a bamboo grove not far ahead, and underneath the bamboo are all snake chrysanthemums. Go and have a look!"
Xiaopang grabbed Li Banfeng and said, "Brother, something happened."
"What happened?"
"Old Smoker is dead."
"Dead? How did he die?"
"They killed him!" Xiaopang pointed at the corpse in the distance.
When Li Banfeng saw the blood all over the ground and Lao Yanpao's body, his legs went weak.
"What, what's going on? You, what are you doing? Aren't we partners? Aren't we taking care of each other?" Li Banfeng was so scared that he couldn't even speak clearly.
Qin Xiaopang grabbed Li Banfeng and said, "Brother, it's useless to say these things. They want to steal our things from the beginning. Let's fight them!"
"Let's fight, fight..." Li Banfeng was trembling all over.
Tiger Lamb laughed: "Brother, you said you should be on guard against this person, but you don't even know what kind of person he is."
The man with gold-rimmed glasses sighed and said, "I guess I was wrong. I say, your name is Baisha, right? Have you seen a good place?"
"I, I saw it..." Li Banfeng was almost in tears.
"Did you really see it?"
"I really saw it. I didn't lie to you." Li Banfeng untied the pocket on his waist, which was bulging with a lot of stuff. "I picked all these over there."
The man with gold-rimmed glasses smiled and said, "You have done a great deed. You stay here first and I will take us there later."
"Okay, okay..." Li Banfeng stood there in a daze.
Tiger Kozi stepped forward and kicked Li Banfeng: "I told you to squat, didn't you hear me?"
Li Banfeng quickly squatted on the ground.
The man with gold-rimmed glasses looked at Qin Xiaopang with a smile: "What should I do? Your friend is useless!"
"You're a fucking coward!" When Xiaopang saw Li Banfeng squatting on the ground wiping his tears, he knew that he could not rely on this man. He clenched the axe and prepared to fight the man with gold-rimmed glasses.
Tiger rolled up his sleeves and prepared to take in Xiaopang together with the man with gold-rimmed glasses.
Li Banfeng was still sobbing on the ground: "Aren't we partners? We agreed to take care of each other, how could you kill someone? Why do you have to kill someone?"
whoosh!
Hu Kozi suddenly felt a chill in his ankle. Before he felt the pain, a warm liquid flowed out from his ankle.
He was bleeding; someone had stabbed him.
The knife cut so deeply that it seemed to have severed his hamstrings, and he could no longer move his feet.
Hu Gaozi looked down at Li Banfeng, who was still squatting on the ground wiping his tears.
"Don't you just want snakeweed? There are plenty of them over there. Can't I give them all to you? Don't kill me."
After saying that, Li Banfeng took out his pocket, as if to give it to the man with gold-rimmed glasses.
The man with gold-rimmed glasses was stunned for a moment, and suddenly saw Li Banfeng throwing his pocket directly at him.
The pocket was not going towards the hand of the man with gold-rimmed glasses, but towards his head.
Never miss within five meters.
Seeing the cloth bag flying towards his face, the man with gold-rimmed glasses blocked it with his hand. The mouth of the cloth bag was open, and a whole bag of vomit was all over his face.
Very sour and sticky.
The man with gold-rimmed glasses couldn't open his eyes for a moment.
"I've given you the flowers, please forgive me." Li Banfeng stood up while crying, revealing a small sickle hidden in his sleeve, and raised his hand to cut Hu Kozi's throat.
The tiger cub didn't react at all.
The speed of the trip repair is very fast.
At the same time, as a home repairman, Li Banfeng is easily overlooked.
He had just come out of the house and his fighting power was at its peak.
In addition, the poisonous fog in Kuwu Mountain has been basically dissipated, and Li Banfeng's physical condition is far better than Hugaozi's.
More importantly, Li Banfeng’s mental state made Hu Gaozi unable to understand.
Not only Hu Laozi couldn't understand it, even Qin Xiaopang couldn't understand it.
He was crying and begging for mercy.
He is wielding a knife and he is killing people.
His behavior is not in line with normal people's cognition.
The tiger kid covered his throat and fell to the ground.
The man with gold-rimmed glasses had just wiped the vomit from his eyes and had not yet realized what was happening when he suddenly felt darkness in front of his eyes.
Li Banfeng put the cloth bag on the man with gold-rimmed glasses again.
"I beg you not to kill me, I will give you all the flowers!" Li Banfeng cried miserably and swung the sickle.
"Let go, I won't kill you, I really won't kill you!"
The man with gold-rimmed glasses struggled hard, but Li Banfeng held the cloth bag tightly, and the cloth bag was over the man's head, so he couldn't break free.
"I really give you the flowers, please don't kill me." Li Banfeng kept crying. The sickle fell, passed through the cloth bag, and hooked into the skull of the man with gold-rimmed glasses.
"I won't kill you, I definitely won't kill you!" The man with gold-rimmed glasses couldn't break free, his brain was damaged, and his limbs began to become uncontrollable.
Li Banfeng pulled the sickle out with force and hooked it back in: "I said I gave you the flowers, why did you want to kill me?"
"I really don't want to kill you. I definitely won't kill you!" the man with gold-rimmed glasses shouted at the top of his lungs.
What exactly happened?
Gold-rimmed glasses didn't figure it out.
The severely injured brain also lost the ability to think.
"Do you have to kill me?" Li Banfeng was still crying, but the sickle did not stop, going in and out of the head of the man with gold-rimmed glasses.
"I really don't want to kill you!" The man with gold-rimmed glasses changed his voice.
"Can't you just not kill me?" Puff! The sickle pierced the head of the man with gold-rimmed glasses again.
"I will definitely not kill you!"
"I beg you not to kill me!" Crack! Li Banfeng pulled out the sickle while crying.
"I, I..." The man with gold-rimmed glasses was speechless.
The man with gold-rimmed glasses wanted to wave the fan, but the fan was suspended in the air and began to shake irregularly.
Li Banfeng hooked the sickle into the man with gold-rimmed glasses' head six times.
The red dyed the cloth bag red.
The white liquid flowed out of the bag.
The man with gold-rimmed glasses was twitching all over.
Li Banfeng sobbed, "I'm so scared, why do you have to kill me?"
Qin Xiaopang was stunned and didn't know what to say.
Li Banfeng is very thin and doesn't look like he can fight.
Even Old Chen from the Dark Star Bureau couldn't understand how Li Banfeng could have won a one-on-five battle and seriously injured the other party.
If he could see this scene, he might understand.
Watching Li Banfeng slashing the man with gold-rimmed glasses with his sword one after another, Fat Qin quickly advised, "Brother Li, he seems to be dead."
"Is he dead?" Li Banfeng blinked his eyes, stopped crying, his expression returned to normal, and his voice also became normal.
It was as if nothing had happened.
He looked at Qin Xiaopang and said seriously, "You know, brother, I was very scared just now."
He said he was terribly scared.
He said seriously that he was terribly scared.
Qin Xiaopang was in a trance for a while, and asked cautiously: "Brother Li, are you crazy?"
Li Banfeng shook his head firmly: "I'm not crazy. I went to the hospital and the doctor said I'm not crazy."
ps: Banfeng is very scared, everyone come and comfort him.
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