How to become a qualified villain BOSS

Chapter 169

Why is it him, Mo Yandong?

Why is there so many people in the world, but Mo Yandong is the one who suffers from this catastrophe?

Why are there so many people passing by the small town, but Mo Yandong is the one who discovered this evil cultivator?

Didn't Mo Yandong really think about these doubts that are imminent with danger and that people cannot avoid?

Mo Yandong stood on the spot, his eyes flickering on and off, and his face was as stiff as a dead body, but the leader thought he had won a victory, his heart was filled with a distorted sense of joy, and he smiled heavily. When he uttered, a gossamer-like breath was squeezed out from between the teeth, and each word was filled with deep hatred and ridicule.

"Have you thought about it, Mo Yandong? Or have you thought about it, but you just dare not face it?"

The leader approached step by step.

"Actually, you should have already guessed in your heart, because that town is so close to Shenwu Peak, unless all the elders in Shenwu Peak are blind, how could they not see me?"

"And your Shenwu Peak has always been pretentious. You have always regarded yourself as the head of the five righteous schools, and you have always regarded yourself as the gate guarding the two ways of righteousness and evil. If you find me, how can you tolerate me?"

"But I'm still alive... no, not just 'alive', remember that village? Remember—you? See, even a man like you, even a man of heaven like you, has become mine One of the puppets...hehehehe, Mo Yandong, you really haven't thought about all this? You really don't understand why?"

As long as the person listening to these words is not a fool, then it is impossible not to hear the subtext of the leader, and the leader also believes that Mo Yandong will understand all this, so he leaned forward almost eagerly, wanting to see clearly The look in Mo Yandong's eyes wanted to absorb all the hatred in his heart from Mo Yandong.

——Could Mo Yandong be in despair at this moment?Or the hatred of being abandoned and betrayed?

—Is it unbelievable?Or a sweet pain?

However, Mo Yandong is always someone who is beyond the leader's expectation.

It's as if the leader didn't expect that Mo Yandong's sanity would remain after his thorough refinement, as if he didn't expect that even at this time, Mo Yandong's eyes still don't have what he wants to see.

No pain, no despair, no hatred, nothing the leader wants to see!

The leader became more and more angry, and this kind of anger came from the depths of his soul, which made him tremble uncontrollably, and he couldn't help but walk closer.

"ridiculous……"

The leader's tone was serious.

"hateful!"

Suddenly, the leader's nervously trembling left hand stabilized, slowly raised, and approached Mo Yandong's eyes slowly but firmly.

"Such eyes, don't mind!"

During the speech, the leader's fingertips were only an inch away from Mo Yandong's eyes.

Lu Xiuze and Wen Jing in the distance could see clearly, knowing that the leader had made up his mind to gouge out Mo Yandong's eyes, but at the same time, he wanted to make Mo Yandong suffer so much that Mo Yan Dong watched the suffering come and wanted him to feel his own powerlessness.

Although this kind of method is just a small trick, it is the easiest way to make the people in the game feel fearful and uneasy, and it is also the easiest to arouse the weakness and retreat deep in people's hearts. As long as Mo Yandong asks for mercy, it means that the leader is already in trouble. Mo Yandong left a seed called timidity in his soul, and when the time comes for this seed to take root and germinate, Mo Yandong will no longer be that Mo Yandong, and the leader will also be able to reap sweet victories.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Wenjing became a little impatient, and tugged on Lu Xiuze's lapel, muttering non-stop: "Senior Brother, Senior Brother! Hurry up!!"

Lu Xiuze pressed the little guy's hand in a funny way, and comforted him: "Ah Jing, don't be impatient, don't underestimate the people of the world."

What does this mean?

Xiao Wenjing was taken aback.

And at the other end, when the leader's fingertips were only an inch away from Mo Yandong, Mo Yandong, who had been tightly suppressed by the long-handled copper bell, broke free from the restraint of the copper bell, suddenly violently jumped into the leader. in his arms!

Mo Yandong was originally the most outstanding disciple of Shenwu Peak. His skin and flesh were as tough as iron, and his bones were even more so hard, even ordinary magical weapons could not match it!Now, although he is a puppet, he has been weakened to the extreme by the scorching sun, but his bones are still there, his skills are still there, and his experience is still there, so under his charge, there is the potential of thousands of horses galloping, with the sound of wind, thunder and tsunami , Leaning on his shoulders, he exerted all the power and force on the leader's body, and at the same time, his five fingers tightly grasped the leader's hand holding the long-handled copper bell.

This mutation started in the blink of an eye, and the leader's cultivation was all in the body of a few puppets, how could he react now, so there was only a scream, and the leader was knocked far away by Mo Yandong Flying out, his internal organs were completely ruined, his bones were loose and his flesh was rotten, almost turning into a ball of soft mud, and his right hand was also torn off by Mo Yandong, and the long-handled copper bell was also in Mo Yandong's hands!

In just an instant, the offense and defense were reversed!

Xiao Wenjing was almost stunned.

The trend is over!

At this moment, the magic cultivator has no room to stand up!

Seeing that the situation was settled, Lu Xiuze also smiled and analyzed for Xiao Wenjing, saying: "Then Mo Yandong, senior brother has met a few times many years ago. Although he has a bold temperament and never cares about small things with others, but At the same time, his heart is like a mirror, he can clearly judge the situation, know how to advance and retreat, and he will never do anything to send him to death. Since he chooses to attack at this time, he must have his own countermeasures in his heart, so Moxiu should not Too much contempt, let alone being too close to Mo Yandong... However, the demon cultivator thought too highly of himself, was too lax, and treated Mo Yandong as a fish in the case, which gave Mo Yandong an opportunity to make himself a good friend The situation is in vain... After A Jing sees it, he must take a warning. After all, although A Jing is strong now, he is still young, and he will be deceived if he is not careful. At that time, don't Said that the senior brother didn't teach you."

"I just look small!" Xiao Wenjing pouted, "I remember it all!"

Lu Xiuze was startled: "Oh?"

Xiao Wenjing plausibly said: "I remember it! I'm actually 14 years old, I'm not a kid anymore!!"

Lu Xiuze couldn't help laughing: "I thought..."

Wen Jing: "What?"

Lu Xiuze stroked the little guy's hair affectionately, and said, "I thought Ah Jing had really grown up and was about to leave senior brother."

Xiao Wenjing was dumbfounded: "Why do you want to leave senior brother when you grow up? Don't! I like senior brother the most, and I want to be with senior brother all the time!!"

Xiao Wenjing slipped into Lu Xiuze's arms, rubbed back and forth, making Lu Xiuze laugh out loud: "Okay, okay, we'll be together all the time, Ah Jing, don't be naughty."

Lu Jin stole a glance at these two people, his expression was a little strange, and his heart was also a little strange, and he felt strange about the relationship between these two people.

Are normal brothers and sisters so tired and crooked?

I always feel like I saw a fake brother.

Lu Jin fell into deep thought, while at the other end, Mo Yandong, who had snatched the long-handled copper bell, swept away the impulsive impulse at first sight, but calmly fixed the other four puppets with the long-handled copper bell, and picked them up again. The black cloak on the ground, after putting it on to cover the scorching sun, walked slowly towards Moxiu.

Moxiu was limp on the ground, unable to move a single finger, but his angry and hateful gaze was like fire, piercing through the low hood and burning on Mo Yandong's face.

Mo Yandong stopped in his tracks.

This is not only because of vigilance against Moxiu's dying counterattack, but also because of such hatred.

Mo Yandong said: "I noticed one thing very early on...you hate me...you hate me...why?"

Moxiu smiled deeply, his voice hoarse and broken: "Is this the winner's mocking of the loser? Or are you suddenly planning to let me go?"

Mo Yandong said: "This is just a confusion for me, because I, Mo Yandong, have never done anything wrong to others in this life, and I will never make people hate you so much for no reason."

"Worthy of heaven and earth?" The Moxiu laughed loudly, although his voice was hoarse and hard to form, and even soon turned into coughing and painful gasps due to his shattered lungs, but the contempt, ridicule and hatred did not diminish half point.

Mo Yandong became more and more confused, but the demon cultivator had no intention of explaining to him, so he stood there for a while, and finally stretched out his hand, deciding to put an end to this evil demon cultivator.

However, at this moment, a gust of wind blew off the crumbling hood on Moxiu's head, revealing Moxiu's young, pale, handsome face like a woman.

As if struck by lightning, Mo Yandong froze on the spot, and for the first time, an indescribable expression appeared on his dead face.

"you……"

Mo Yandong recognized this face.

"You...you are..."

This face only appeared on two people.The first person accompanied him through the initial life, and the second person accompanied him through the youngest memory.

Mo Yandong couldn't believe it.

He even once again felt the sense of insignificance when his body and consciousness were separated from each other when he first died.

This feeling seemed to immerse him in mud.He felt filthy and viscous stuff pouring in from the seven orifices, sealing everything about him, and he...

Powerless to resist.

He couldn't move.

He couldn't escape.

He couldn't speak, and even with all his strength, he could only make an almost terrifying broken sound from his throat.

After a long time, he heard a choked up voice that was almost crying:

"Brother?"