Chu Mu showed no mercy in this slap.
A trace of blood seeped from the corner of Fan Ji's lips, and a clear slap mark appeared on his cheek.
He turned around and ran away like a stubborn little leopard.
Mr. Fan and his son had gloomy faces, obviously dissatisfied with Chu Mu's casual beating and scolding.
"Oh, what's going on?" Fan Ji's biological mother Qiu He said in a pointed way. "You have to look at the owner when beating a dog. How can you just beat a good person whenever you want?"
Chu Mu glanced at her lightly and said, "Once a teacher, always a father. I beat my own son. Does it bother you?"
Qiu He is the eldest aunt of the Fan family and has some business skills. Old Master Fan has given her enough face, so how could she tolerate such humiliation?
"Who do you think you are?" Qiu He raged. "Anyone who marries into the Fan family must obey my teachings. You don't know the rules, so you'll be sent to the training academy tomorrow!"
Chu Mu didn't waste any words and waved his hand to throw down a row of paper figures.
The light pieces of paper turned into tall cavalry warriors the moment they hit the ground. They lined up in front of the courtyard like a loyal army protecting their master.
Chu Mu stood behind the rows of paper soldiers: "You can try."
Qiu He was scared and turned to "Fan Meng" for help with a green face: "Nephew, you are the master of the Fan family in the north. If you can't even teach your wife well, it will be so embarrassing if the news gets out."
There was still a murderous aura surrounding the man, and the Spear of the God of Death was fully revealed in his hand.
The Spear of the God of Death is a divine weapon. As soon as it appears, the surrounding space seems to be tightened by heavy pressure.
"ah!"
Qiu He screamed miserably, and there were several crisp sounds coming from her leg bones. Her bones were actually broken by the murderous aura of the divine spear.
The Taoist priests from the Fan family who were present were also seriously injured, and several of them were vomiting blood.
The younger children and teenagers even rolled their eyes and passed out.
"How dare a mere ant claim to teach a great god?" The murderous intent of the ants did not diminish as they turned into a gust of wind that swept through the front yard, sending sand and rocks flying everywhere.
Chu Mu stopped the God of Killing who was about to go berserk: "Hey, calm down, do you want to end the game early?"
Chu Mu had never used the power of judgment, but at this moment, a desolate sound of breaking air came faintly from the void behind him.
The shadow of the hanging sword is rapidly taking shape.
Chu Mu and Chu Meng looked at each other, and each other's dark blue eyes, like weapons, gradually turned black during the confrontation.
The Spear of the God of Death disappeared out of thin air, and Chu Meng grabbed Chu Mu with his backhand: "Okay, I'll listen to you."
Chu Mu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and with a thought, the shadow of the hanging sword also faded away.
The front yard was in a mess at this time.
The Fan family's Taoist priests fell to the ground, wailing, and those who were barely holding on looked miserable with blood coming out of all seven orifices.
"...That's too much." Chu Mu said that something was wrong, but there was no blame in his tone. "The essence of playing games is to perform the role. When you act like this, it's obvious that you are not an ordinary person. How can we play it like this?"
"Don't be angry," Ju Meng's thumb rubbed Chu Mu's knuckles affectionately, "I brought the Bell of Retracement."
Chu Mu's heart skipped a beat.
The Clock of Rewind is owned by the god in charge of time among the eight old gods. It can turn time forward and return everything to a time before it happened.
According to Lao Ba, Chu Mu's Sword of Judgment is the only thing that can counter the God of Time's power of retrogression.
Tick, tick.
As soon as the sound of the hour hand ticked away, the space before my eyes began to change drastically.
Everything went back to the moment when Chu Mu threw out the paper soldiers.
Qianmeng jumped up and kicked Qiuhe.
"Ah!" Qiu He fell to the ground and didn't stand up for a long time.
The gaze of the Fan family was like a knife, cutting into the Fan family again and again.
"Who gave you the courage to speak ill of Chu Mu in front of me?"
The God of Death restrained his divine power, but the murderous aura that had already condensed into a form did not dissipate completely.
The Fan family are all heavenly masters, and they are very sensitive to danger. For example, now, they all stopped and did not dare to step forward to provoke the terrifying "Fan Meng".
Chu Meng raised the corner of his mouth sarcastically, turned around and hugged Chu Mu: "My wife and I need to rest, don't bother us if there is nothing wrong."
Chu Mu tried to hold back several times before he finally managed to not push the arm away.
As soon as he entered the house, Chu Mu quickened his pace to avoid Chu Meng: "I think it is necessary to make an appointment with you."
The vicious dog-like killer chased him closely: "What date? Do you want to date me?"
Chu Mu took a deep breath: "You created this identity for yourself, you must want to participate in my game, right?"
Qi Meng had already caught up to him and was playing with his hair in his hands: "I'm not interested in ants, I just don't feel comfortable leaving you alone in the lower realm."
Chu Mudang didn't hear his crazy remarks: "Since it has been decided, in order for the game to proceed normally, we must all pay attention to restraining our divine power in the future and not use it if we can."
"...Why? Do you care about the lives of ants?"
Chu Mu endured the provocation of the God of Death, his face as calm as water: "If you think so, then you'd better go back to the temple as soon as possible."
He stared into Chu Mu's eyes without blinking, as if trying to discern something from them.
Chu Mu completely emptied himself and responded to the other party with an empty look.
After a while, Chu Meng finally let Chu Mu go temporarily: "Haha, okay, I promise you."
The mad dog killer god with a fickle temper blew a breath into Chu Mu's cochlea: "I'll do as you say."
…
Rolling around.
On the bluestone ground, the teacup that was smashed by Chu Mu rolled back and forth twice.
"You're going to judge me?" He looked a bit troubled. "Then can we stop the game here early?"
clatter--
Chu Mu stood up and crushed the porcelain cup on the ground with one foot: "Zhang Meng, don't cross my bottom line."
After saying this, he walked straight out the door.
The God of Killer stared at his back, his lips curled into a determined smile.
…
After being slapped by himself, Fan Ji ran away angrily and has not appeared again since then.
Chu Mu was a little worried.
He ran to the yard where Fan Ji lived, but he didn't see his apprentice. Instead, he saw Fan Ji's mother coming out of the house.
"Master Chu is here too," Qiu He said, putting aside her hostility from the past few days and greeting Chu Mu with a smile, "Are you here to see Ji'er?"
When something is abnormal, there must be something wrong.
Chu Mu narrowed his eyes: "I suddenly remembered that there is something that Ah Ji kept for me, so I asked him to return it."
"Oh, that's such a pity," Qiu He said, tugging at the handkerchief in her hand with regret. "Ji'er took Xiao Su to the Town God Temple in town today."
"Who is Xiao Su?"
"Like you, she's from Chenjiazhuang," Qiu He's eyes flashed with joy, "She's the wife our clan found for Ji'er."
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