Lu Yao looked at the two brothers and sisters quietly, pursing his lips boredly, smiles flashed in his eyes, and threw a dagger with a wave.

This dagger is a level 6 element he created at will in his spare time.

Although it is not very precious, it is easy to cut off Qi Peng's neck.

With a whoosh, the dagger was inserted into the soil at Mo Lang's feet.

"I'm giving you this dagger." Lu Yao said lightly.

When Mo Lang heard this, he was overjoyed and quickly threw away the kitchen knife, picked up the dagger on the ground, and did not forget to thank him.

He only took a look at this dagger and knew that it was a good baby and could not let go of it.

When Qi Peng saw the dagger, there was no fear in his eyes, but instead a look of relief filled with relief.

Mo Lang grabbed the dagger and danced a wreath in the air. The sound of the sharp blade slashing through the air is like a kingfisher singing, which is beautiful and pleasant.

"Good baby!"

With Mo Lang's praise, Qi Peng finally got rid of it. His head rolled on the ground like a watermelon, and the incision on his neck was flat.

The silver needle also flew back into his hand under Lu Yao's control and was put away.

These silver needles are good things. At present, Lu Yao's original body is practicing in the Netherworld Sea, so it is impossible to replenish resources.

So it cannot be wasted.

Lu Yao estimated that Shen Mengxin, a fake Yuan Puppet, could fight against the 80 Yuan Emperor with his mental power.

This is not an exaggeration. His mental power can control things, and his mental power is extremely powerful.

For ordinary Yuan emperors, they can be completely crushed.

"Gang Master, have you really given this dagger to me?" Mo Lang came to Lu Yao excitedly, as happy as a pug, and was almost wagging his tail.

Lu Yao rolled his eyes and said softly: "Hurry up and kill the pig. I want to eat pork at noon!"

Mo Lang cheered repeatedly and walked towards the three poor domestic pigs with a strange smile on his face.

The three domestic pigs knew that they had little life, so they could only scream in panic and kick around in the same place.

"Gang Master, there are still fighting outside. Wouldn't we go to help?" Mo Li asked weakly.

Lu Yao raised his lips, and a trace of intriguing light flashed in his eyes, and he said softly: "Let them fight for a while first, don't worry. Now that Qi Peng is dead, those refugees cannot cause any big waves. I believe Ye Wuming will settle it!"

Mo Li nodded sensibly, but his eyes were dodging, his face was not very good, as if he was worried about something.

Lu Yao saw it in his heart and whispered: "Are you worried about Ye Wuming?"

After he finished speaking, before Mo Li could defend himself, he heard Mo Lang shouting: "What? Worry about Ye Wuming? Sister, is that true? You might be interested in him!"

The ruthless finisher is the most deadly.

Mo Li quickly looked up, glared at Mo Lang, and shouted, "Brother, what are you talking nonsense! What does it mean to fall in love with him? I am just worried about the brothers in our gang!"

Mo Lang breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this and said lightly: "It's good if you don't like it. I'll tell you, that boy Ye Wuming is not a good bird. Every day, the girls chasing him are several times more than those chasing me! You must not like him!"

When Mo Li heard this, he was so angry that he trembled all over. He threw the kitchen knife in his hand out and stabbed it beside Mo Lang.

Mo Lang looked at the kitchen knife beside him, and cold sweat suddenly appeared on his back. He didn't dare to say more, and was afraid.

‘What a pair of live treasure brothers and sisters-’ Lu Yao said to himself.

In a blink of an eye, the sun is on the branches and noon has arrived.

The shouts and scolding outside Meng Ranjiangshan base gradually subsided, and the fighting between the two sides was coming to an end.

"It's almost done, Mo Lang, you go and finish it!" Lu Yao's mouth raised slightly and ordered.

When Mo Lang heard this, he nodded excitedly, grabbed Qi Peng's head on the ground and ran out of the base.

He was so happy to do such a good thing that he sacrificed his head.

It can not only win the hearts of a girl, but also enhance your reputation, so why not do it?

"Gangmaster, why don't you go there by yourself? I have to take advantage of my idiot brother!" Mo Li asked with confusion.

Lu Yao laughed dryly, said casually that he was not interested, so he gave up.

But in fact, he did it on purpose. Meng Ran in the country, Ye Wuming's power can be said to be the largest, with the most confidants under his command.

This kind of scene where one person is the only one is not something Lu Yaoying can see.

It’s not that I’m worried that Ye Wuming will rebel in the future.

Lu Yao just felt that if a group has no competitiveness, it would be like there is no room for growth.

Therefore, he must first support Mo Lang, so that Mo Lang can also form a small force and compete with the two.

Outside the base, there was a mess, and there were wailing waves.

People who are lying on the ground and pondering in pain can be seen everywhere.

These people may have bruises or bleeding on their bodies, and they are seriously injured!

It can also be seen that Ye Wuming and his little brothers were besieging a hundred refugees.

"Qi Peng is dead! You are not surrendering!" Mo Lang raised Qi Peng's head high and shouted fiercely.

This sound shocked everyone directly.

People looked at Mo Lang who suddenly rushed over.

"What! Qi Peng is dead! This is impossible. He is the 60-yuan king. How could he die at the hands of these children!" A famous adult man said to himself in horror.

However, that head is not fake.

Ye Wuming looked at Mo Lang with deep eyes, thinking a lot in his heart, feeling a little disappointed, and excited, and mixed feelings.

He suddenly felt like he was out of favor!

Immediately afterwards, there were bursts of warm roars on Meng Ranjiangshan.

As for the refugees, they all reacted and fled, fearing that they would be a step further and besieged by the children.

"Hehehe——Don't run, chase after——”

Seeing this, Xu Longxiang silly picked up a big stone and threw it out.

The big stone drifted through a semicircle in the air and smacked firmly on the head of a refugee.

The refugee died suddenly, his head was wide open, and there were white and red.

Mo Lang glanced at it and shouted, "Stop chasing, brother Xu Longxiang!"

Xu Longxiang blinked her eyes, turned around and said in a naive manner: "Why - don't chase me, I haven't - beat me!"

Lu Yao in the room saw this scene through his mental power, narrowed his eyes and said in surprise: "Is this baby named Xu Longxiang born with divine power? If this is true, it can be cultivated and cultivated!"

An hour later, Ye Wuming and his men came to Lu Yao after cleaning the battlefield.

"In this battle, we died in total, seriously injured 2,123 brothers, and the remaining minor injuries were unknown. We killed 912 enemies and seriously injured 5,723 of the opponents." Ye Wuming lowered his head and said concisely.

Lu Yao was not surprised when faced with this number.

Because Ye Wuming had been preparing for this battle, it can be said that there were traps he set out everywhere outside the Meng Ranjiangshan Base.

Moreover, the number of people who Meng Ranjiangshan is far greater than the other side, and the tactics of the sea of ​​people naturally highlight their advantages.
Chapter completed!