"Shut up! You bastard, you bitch, how dare you bark in front of me?"
This Taoist priest who was so good at scolding reminded Gong Zhengyue of the deputy leader of the Qi League, Taoist Master Xu Shan, who was killed by him.
Is it possible that the two of them have some connection?
But, when did the Taoists of Yan Country become so good at swearing?
"Red Sun Dog, you should have thought of this day when you tried to kill my apprentice."
"Bah! Fuck your mother, give me your life!"
Although the old Taoist priest looked elegant and easy-going, the way he spit out foul language and swears at others was extremely inconsistent with his elegant appearance and status.
"Then there's nothing to talk about. Be prepared, old man."
Zhu Shang slowly walked to the stairs and sat on the ground, then called out to the old Taoist priest, "Hey, Taoist Priest Liu Hui. Stop talking and get started!"
"Why are you arguing with the Red Sun people?"
Liu Hui raised a disdainful smile, took out a talisman from his arms, and made a spell with his other hand: "Water from the five lakes and four seas, clouds rise from the sky and rain falls quickly, I serve the three mountains and nine marquises..."
"ha!"
With a roar, the yellow talisman in Liu Hui's hand burned automatically.
The sunny weather suddenly changed drastically, and a huge dark cloud rolled in the sky.
In an instant, heavy rain came down in torrents.
This frightened Gong Zhengyue and his group so much that their hearts were pounding, and they thought they had met a god.
He can actually call the wind and rain, is there anyone who can beat him?
"Baga...what's going on?"
Gong Zhengyue looked up at the sky, his eyes were blurry due to the rain and his vision was obstructed.
As a warrior, vision is particularly important. Such heavy rain will greatly reduce his strength.
Zhu Shang, who was sitting on the steps, frowned, got up with difficulty and hid under the eaves.
"Liu Hui, you old thing. Don't mess around with your nonsense. My old bones will be soaked to death by your rain."
Sitting on the ground while complaining, Zhu Shang's breathing gradually became weaker.
Watching Liu Hui fighting Gong Zhengyue, his eyes became increasingly closed.
"Why do I feel like...I'm almost dying."
"No, if I die, Zhu Min will get what he wants. I haven't had the chance to teach Zhu Mo a lesson yet..."
The amplitude of Zhu Shang's chest rising and falling was getting smaller and smaller. He was beginning to feel dizzy and his vision was becoming blurred.
"Am I going to die in front of my ancestors in the end..."
...
“Ahhh!”
Looking at He Yushu being carried in by two Mo guards with blood all over his face, Zhu Mo asked Lan Xiong and Hong Yan.
"What's wrong with this guy? Why isn't he wearing a clown mask..."
Hongyan covered her mouth and retched, then patted Blue Bear beside her and asked him to speak.
Blue Bear smiled bitterly and scratched his head: "His brother is dead."
"What's with the red smoke?"
Hongyan’s face turned pale and she kept retching in nausea.
"The clown ate his brother... At least he did it behind people's back before, but today he went crazy and ate his brother on the spot. It's really disgusting..."
"Oh~"
The reason why Zhu Mo was so surprised was that the clown He Yushu's combat effectiveness had increased greatly, and now his combat effectiveness was about to surpass Qin Bin.
Confused, Zhu Mo lit a cigarette and asked, "Lan Xiong, tell everyone that you are going back to China."
"Gong Zhengyue ran away. The three families in Yan Country have lost their backbone and are now thinking about escaping back to Hongri Country."
"Yes!" Blue Bear nodded slightly and stepped back.
Zhou Lu came over and said with a smile: "Master, the head of the Yamamoto family sent people to assassinate you again, and we caught a few of them."
"I told you that we don't need to leave any of the guys he sent alive."
"But there's a Yan guy sneaking in among them. I don't know what he's here for, but he's asking to see you." Zhou Lu scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Yan people?"
Zhu Mo put on his clothes and followed Zhou Lu.
I saw a man who was tied up behind his back. When he saw him, his eyes suddenly lit up and he struggled violently.
"Master Zhu Mo! I'm your junior high school classmate Song Ping!"
The man had an ordinary appearance, a round face, wore black-framed glasses, and looked honest.
"Song Ping? Junior high school classmate..."
After thinking for a moment, Zhu Mo remembered this old classmate named Song Ping.
The chubby boy was a guy that Zhu Mo left a deep impression on when he was in junior high school.
In his heart, Zhu Mo didn't consider him as a friend.
At that time, I went to an aristocratic school in Tianjing City for junior high school. Only the rich or the noble could go to school there.
Although Zhu Mo's family conditions are the best in the school, he is a invisible person in the school because of his cowardly character.
Even so, Zhu Mo won all the awards that the school could give out during his three years in junior high school, so much so that everyone took it for granted.
Even if he sleeps every day, the school should give him a time management master award.
Even many classmates have not spoken a word to Zhu Mo in three years.
Only Song Ping has been persistent in licking him.
In the end, Song Ping didn't get any benefit from licking him.
Now he has a nickname called "licker" in the group of his former classmates, and is ridiculed every day for being a licker but still ends up with nothing.
But how did this guy know I was here?
Zhu Mo waved his hand to signal Zhou Lu to let him go.
After being untied, Song Ping looked aggrieved:
"Master Zhu Mo, I finally found you. Why did you come to me after graduation? Your reputation has been blocked! I wanted to go to the same high school with you..."
Song Ping, crying and snotting, crawled towards Zhu Mo.
Zhu Mo frowned and quickly stepped back: "Stop, so what exactly do you want to do when you come to see me?"
"I saw you when I was watching the news yesterday. It's been a long time since we last met. Don't you want to come and see your old classmates?"
"No more?"
Song Ping nodded repeatedly, and the fat on his face trembled.
"Now that you've seen him, can you leave?" Zhu Mo said calmly, feeling that it was weird for this guy to look for him.
"No...at least take me away from this damn place. My school was bombed by your people..."
"Please take me away from this damn place for the sake of our three years of friendship!" Song Ping pleaded.
"Okay, I'll go to Nanjiang City and give you a ride."
After that, Zhu Mo instructed Zhou Lu: "You arrange for him. If there is such a thing again, don't tell me. Just handle it yourself."
"Hey, senior sister called."
Zhu Mo cleared his throat, walked out and pressed the call button.
As soon as I answered the phone, I heard the voice I had missed for a long time.
Han Ningchu's voice was a little lazy and coquettish: "Hey, I'm pregnant with your child. Why haven't you called off the engagement yet?"
"Huh? Is this true?" Zhu Mo was just surprised. It was too sudden.
You’re going to be a father before you even graduate?
"Guess what, Zhu Mo...Uncle." Han Ningchu said in a charming voice while suppressing a smile.
Zhu Mo felt numb after hearing this, and wondered when did the senior sister start to like bad tastes and actually called him uncle?
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