"Stop, stop, I am the son of the priest of the Tianyang Temple, dare to beat me, you are dead..." Long Wudang's scream sounded from the crowd.

Before the words fell, I saw Mu Hanyan, Ling Baobao, and the little piglet jumping up at the same time, with the fists and feet of one person and one beast, plus Ling Baobao's tortoise shell, and at the same time it rained down on the dragon's head .

Originally Long Wudang mingled with the group of classmates, crawling around with ghosts and howling wolves, all of them were bruised and swollen like pigs' heads. Mu Hanyan was a little bit indistinguishable. He revealed his position by himself, so it's no wonder Miss Mu was ruthless.

"Woo..." Long Wudang just popped his head and lay on the ground again with a scream, a muffled sound coming from his body.

Seeing this posture, no one dared to speak.

"Don't fight, don't fight again, oh... don't slap your face..." Long Wudang couldn't get arrogant anymore, and pleaded crying.

"Shh, don't talk, concentrate on being beaten." Ling Baobao put his fingers up and said intently.

Mu Hanyan staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Seeing the excitement in Ling Baobab's eyes, Mu Hanyan discovered for the first time that this guy was so violent. However, this Long Wudang was really spineless, and he couldn't hold it after being beaten for a long time. To despise this kind of second generation ancestor, it's so careless! Begging for mercy so soon.

Mu Hanyan felt Ling Baobao was violent, but in the eyes of others, she was not much better.

"Forgiveness, please stop beating, please forgive me." Long Wudang finally couldn't help but lay on the ground with his head in his arms, begging for mercy with nosebleeds and tears.

"Stop it all." Mu Hanyan said to Ling Baobao and Xiao Ruimon.

It looks like it's almost the same, and if it continues, it will kill people. Long Wudang was the son of the priest of the Tianyang Temple, and he couldn't explain it if he was going to kill him.

Although there was still some meaning, Ling Baobao and Xiao Ruishu both stopped.

"Thank you, my lord, thank you, my lord." Long Wudang was really scared of being beaten, and walked back while wiping his nosebleed.

The situation of the gang of followers was no better than him, one by one, they trembled, and tremblingly followed Long Wudang to the outside of the city.

"Wait, we wounded our Huayu Temple, so I want to leave?" Mu Hanyan said coldly.

"Yes, yes, we were wrong, we apologized and apologized." Long Wudang squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, and apologized repeatedly to An Xiaxin and others. Only after Mu Hanyan's men had suffered, did they know how vicious they were.

"Is it enough to just say an apology?" Mu Hanyan had a faint smile on his face, but there was a hint of chill in his eyes.

Next to him, Baby Ling knocked on the tortoise shell repeatedly, making a soft bang. The sound was like knocking on Long Wudang's heart, and Cautious Liver followed.

The violent little piglet was even more direct, waving his small paws, and barely engraved the word threat on his forehead.

"I will pay, I will pay." Long Wudang was blessed, and he went out to dig out a lot of all kinds of things, including gold and silver, herbs, medicine, meteorite gold, and all sorts of miscellaneous things soon before him. A whole lot.

As the son of the chief priest, he must have storage space on his body, otherwise he wouldn't be able to hold so many things.

Mu Hanyan didn’t care much about gold and silver, but those pills of falling gold made her a little curious. Only seeing the green light that appeared involuntarily in the eyes of Sikong Qinglan and others, she could also guess that these pills fell. The gold quality is good.

What surprised Mu Hanyan the most was that there were a bunch of bottles and cans missing. At first she thought it was a pill, but when she took a closer look, it turned out to be some fragrant powder and cheek powder. Could this guy really have the Longyang addiction? Mu Hanyan took out the handkerchief and wiped both hands, thinking about changing the shoes later.

"That's it." Long Wudang said to Mu Hanyan pitifully, taking out the last porcelain bottle.

"That's it." Ling Baobao craned her neck and glanced, dissatisfied, and knocked on the tortoise shell again, making Long Wudang's heart go up and down again.

In fact, Long Wudang has already brought out a lot of things, but he can't satisfy Ling Baobao's appetite, and he finally does it once. It is just such a small benefit. Isn't it a waste of hard work?

Long Wudang's gaze looked at the group of attendants behind him, obviously a little threatening. The latter knows, and quickly digs into his body.

Of course, their family background is not as good as Long Wudang, and there is no storage space, but it is better than there are many people, and when there are not many, there are piles of miscellaneous.

"This lord, there are only so many." Long Wudang said carefully looking at Mu Hanyan's face.

"Let's go." Mu Hanyan waved his hand. It can be seen that there is really nothing left on these guys.

"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir." Long Wudang was on the verge of an amnesty, leading a group of small attendants like mourning dogs to escape from Huayu City.

After driving the carriage for more than ten miles, Long Wudang and the others let out a long sigh of relief.

"My son, is your injury okay." The five-short body attendant leaned forward and asked with concern. Originally wanted to take the wound medicine, he reached out his hand and touched it before remembering that he had been ruined away, so he could only retract his hand in angrily.

"Go away." Long Wudang was bullied like this for the first time in his life. He felt embarrassed when he begged for mercy with nosebleeds and tears. He was depressed. Scolded. A mouth, involving the wound is another grin.

"That bitch, I will never spare her lightly." Long Wudang supported his cheeks, spit out a **** tooth, said bitterly, and then asked, "Right, what is that bitch's name? first name?"

He wanted to ask the other party's name just now, but after thinking about it, he dispelled the idea. What if he made the other party think that he wanted to retaliate and beat him up again?

Of course, that's what he thinks. This hatred must be repaid, but the hero does not suffer from immediate losses, and there is no need to show it in advance and be beaten again.

Look at me and I look at you, all of them shook their heads.

At first, she didn't put Mu Hanyan in her eyes, so naturally no one cared about her last name and first name. When she later discovered that she was not good, she had no chance to ask, nor did she have the courage to ask.

"A bunch of idiots!" Long Wudang was suffocating and couldn't sprinkle it. Seeing them all look like wood, he cursed.

Of course, everyone didn't dare to speak back, but they thought in their hearts: You are not stupid, you are not being cleaned up, crying and kowtowing for mercy.