After the death of the villain master, the traitor went crazy

The shrill voice was so unpleasant and harsh that the crowd retreated quickly to all sides like flowing water, leaving a clear space.

The sudden emptiness made Mo Zheng and his group even more conspicuous.

Li Fuyi and the others turned their eyes to Mo Zheng, who was standing there with his lips pursed and his face not looking very happy.

"Master, you..." Li Fuyi was about to ask, but was interrupted by the evil man with a duck voice.

"How do you walk like that?! I was just walking, and suddenly you slapped me. Ouch!!!"

That tone... was just like a gangster bully who had teased two couples and was now trying to turn the tables.

"Ouch! It hurts so much!" He bent over, holding his stomach, lying on his side on the ground, rolling back and forth, as if he had been seriously injured and was in great pain.

Mo Zheng's face became increasingly gloomy, gradually turning into a dark blue color.

Seeing this, Li Fuyi quickly moved to separate him from the person lying on the ground howling.

However, this action seemed to anger the man even more, and he began to scream again: "Ouch! It hurts so much!"

"Not only did you not apologize, you actually kicked me! My stomach hurts!"

The people around me have sharp eyes, and their eyes are not blind.

He has a pointed face and a cunning look, and is obviously not a good person.

But Li Fuyi's standing position at this moment was quite delicate, with his feet only a fist away from the man.

It was hard to say anything for the moment, I could only continue to watch how the situation developed.

Suddenly, the shifty-looking creature opened its mouth and gushed out a stream of liquid with a strong smell of blood, splashing in all directions like a fountain.

The crowd, caught off guard, panicked and instinctively retreated, making the empty space even more empty.

The place was already crowded, and now the people standing at the back were pushed around and fell.

The monks who were originally standing on a high place had to use their skills to lift up some people who were squeezed and unable to stand steadily, and place them in the empty space in front to avoid a stampede.

The old monk jumped lightly and jumped into the empty circle.

He squatted down and asked the man, "Amitabha, what's wrong with you, donor?"

The man spat out a mouthful of blood from the boss, but he didn't faint. He immediately complained miserably, "Master Yuanhui, please help me... I was walking perfectly fine, but someone beat me up and seriously injured me."

"Just a few words and they became even more powerful!"

He continued to cry, "My internal organs were kicked..." Before he finished speaking, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Elder Monk Yuan Hui wanted to gently help him up, and suggested in a calm tone: "Donor, please get up. There are too many people here. Why don't we go to the meditation room to discuss it in detail?"

However, how could that person be willing to leave everyone's sight and solve the problem alone?

He immediately cried out in pain, as if to say, "Don't touch me, or I'll die."

I'm going to stay here no matter what, taking advantage of the public eye.

Old Monk Yuan Hui took his pulse in order to confirm his guess.

But when he actually felt the man's pulse, his expression became a little serious.

This man's internal organs were indeed severely injured, so it's hard to say that he was pretending to blackmail someone.

Master Yuanhui withdrew his hand and gave him some treatment.

At the same time, he advised again, "Donor, your injury is serious, it is better to move away."

As the crowd of onlookers grew larger and larger, Master Yuanhui still wanted to persuade him not to occupy the space and delay.

"If you have any requests, I can discuss it with them with you."

The man got the upper hand and started to act like a spoiled brat, "Master, of course I trust you and the Leiyin Heavenly Palace."

He pointed a finger at Mo Zheng and his group who ignored him and said, "They are a bunch of villains with so many people and so much power. If I leave their sight, I'm afraid I'll get hit a few more times."

He shrank back a few times in fear: "I'm going to die..."

"Why not, let's talk it out here and make it clear. It will be safer for me."

Seeing that he was unmoved, Master Yuan Hui had no choice but to stand up and walk towards Mo Zheng.

Mo Zheng seemed to be frozen in time at this moment. His body was stiff, but his heart was churning violently as he tried hard to digest his emotions.

God knows...that person was so presumptuous in public!

His hand slowly slid down Mo Zheng's back, and finally went straight to Mo Zheng's sensitive spot and pinched it hard.

Mo Zheng's body was covered with goose bumps, as if they were about to burst through the sky.

He used up all his strength to barely suppress his impulse and not draw out the Xinyan Sword to stab him!

What was even more unbearable was that the man pressed against Mo Zheng's back and said frivolously: "Hey, you have a very thin waist... I'll give you a medium-grade spirit stone, let me touch it~"

That disgusting, teasing tone was echoing in his mind, and waves of nausea surged over him like a tide, almost drowning him.

I feel like vomiting...

A strong feeling of nausea came over me again.

Finally, the physiological reaction overcame the psychological defense. He pushed away the three girls surrounding him and staggered towards the railing of the lotus pond.

Holding on to the railing tightly, he leaned forward slightly, and a violent feeling of vomiting erupted from his throat.

Ugh…Ugh…Ugh…

Although the sound of his vomiting was not loud, it was as if he was trying to vomit out everything in his stomach, which was very painful to listen to.

“Master!” / “Master! What’s wrong with you?” / “Master…” Lin Moran, Li Jiner and Li Fuyi were extremely anxious.

Ruozhu looked at Mo Zheng thoughtfully, took out a mint candy from her mirror bag and handed it to him: "This is a mint candy, Immortal Lingfeng, you may want to put it in your mouth, it may help you feel better."

Li Fuyi quickly took it and handed it to Mo Zheng.

Mo Zheng had already vomited out everything he could, and his mouth was full of sourness and bitterness.

This mint candy has a light minty and refreshing scent, which at least relieves the nausea.

Just put it in your mouth and press it under your tongue. The cool breath begins to spread in your mouth, gradually dispelling the discomfort.

Finally he stopped vomiting, held his waist and turned around.

"Master is fine, don't worry." After comforting the people around him, Mo Zheng's eyes met Master Yuan Hui who was waiting on the side.

"Amitabha, Master Ling Feng is well." Master Yuanhui put his hands together and performed a Buddhist salute.

Mo Zheng bowed slightly and nodded: "Master Yuan Hui is well."

Originally, because Mo Zheng vomited, he was planning to extort a large sum of money from the person to vent his anger.

He was not afraid when he heard the word "Master", but his eyes lit up with excitement.

Who is this Ling Feng? I've never heard of him.

It must be a small sect founded by some independent cultivator in some mountain.

Look at them. Although they are dressed richly, they don’t even have a uniform school uniform.

No cultivation could be sensed at all from Mo Zheng. The only young person, Li Fuyi, seemed to have some cultivation, but her clothes didn't fit her at all and were half too short.

It must be a poor sect with no background, because they would dress like nouveau riche and parade around in public.

OK! Very good!

He had long been coveting the three beautiful girls with different styles, Lin Moran, Li Jiner and Ruozhu, who surrounded Mo Zheng.

I'll discuss it with Master later and follow them secretly. It would be nice to take over the entire sect and use it as a place to stay!

Don't say~

This run-down sect has people who are all good-looking.

Now I see, this younger one has a better complexion, and the muscle contours look...

He took a sip of his saliva and was almost crying with greed because he was not good at sex.