Sure enough, before the whistling wind could get close to her back, she heard a scream from behind. The Demon Lord still didn't make a move, but the person who attacked her had already fallen into a pool of blood, twitched and convulsed, and then
No movement - dead.
Only at this moment did Mu Yunsang finally understand why the people on Demon King Mountain respected and feared him.
He wanted to take someone's life, it was such a simple thing, and he was still drinking tea, smiling calmly.
"Who are you?"
The waiter had given up the attack. He probably knew that he was no match for him. He took a few steps back and looked at him warily. Everyone on the second floor also stood up.
He smiled evilly: "Madam, come and tell these people who I am."
Madam, he must have done it on purpose, taking advantage of her.
However, she enjoyed watching the show. When she saw the blood, the bloodthirsty factor in her body began to become active on a large scale. Thinking of those glorious years and the time when she had killed people without blinking an eye, this scene was too familiar and too vivid.
Feel it.
She smiled charmingly and was very cooperative.
"Who else can you be? You are just a poor scholar."
She smiled very charmingly, and her cheekiness could be fake, but that smile and those enchanting eyes were all real.
Facing him, he was almost lost in thought by those eyes.
"So, as my wife said, I am a poor scholar, that's all."
He said the word "poor scholar" very jokingly, and with just a slight movement of his hand, those people took a step back in fright.
"You, are you from Beichen Mofeng? What are you going to do?"
There was a young man with a trembling voice. He was probably a scholar, with a white face and white clothes, and a dignified appearance. Now he was frightened by this scene, but he still had the last courage to ask in a trembling voice.
This is a good question, and Mu Yunsang also wants to know the answer.
Although she knew that the Demon Lord might not answer truthfully.
really……
"I have already said that I am just a poor scholar. If you don't believe me, then ask the King of Hell. The King of Hell will definitely not have to lie to you."
As soon as he finished speaking, his hand moved just a little bit, and then he heard a "see" sound. The white-faced scholar who had just spoken had already fallen down. There was a little red rouge between his eyebrows, and there was blood, and it gradually seeped out from that little rouge.
, in the air, the aroma of wine mixed with the aroma of blood, the smell is very good.
This man, Mu Yunsang truly admitted for the first time, he was the head of Demon King Mountain, her current boss, the one everyone feared - Demon Lord.
No one dared to speak anymore, everyone was silent, and the timid ones even started to tremble slightly.
This feeling of hunting small animals is actually not fun. Mu Yunsang prefers to watch strong battles, but she hopes that someone can come out and fight the Demon Lord so that she can experience the Demon Lord's martial arts.
This person came out. What Mu Yunsang didn't expect was that this person was the young minister of Honglu Temple, Tianyin.
"Since we have different Taoism and do not conspire against each other, since you are going to start killing us today, we will not sit still and wait for death. Your Excellency, please let someone in the sky teach you two tricks!"
"Tian Shaoqing, why do you have to sacrifice your life for him? He can't give you what you want. But Beichen Mofeng is different, because it is his thing in the first place. It is so easy to give it to you."
Tianyin's face suddenly changed, and his eyes were cold.
"That's not a thing. You can offend me, but you can never offend that person. Just take it."
After saying that, he made fists with both hands and attacked quickly.
I never thought that a civil servant would be so secretive and so powerful in martial arts.
The Demon Lord took the move with a mocking and relaxed expression on his face. Mu Yunsang finally saw his move clearly. It was Tian Shaoqing's good kung fu that forced him to use the move.
However, he was obviously playing tricks on Tian Shaoqing.
Everyone could see that on the tenth move, he could easily take Tian Shaoqing's life, but when he played the game, it was like a tall man holding down a child's head.
It was so broken, but I had to watch that child dancing and dancing in such a funny way.
Tianyin probably felt that he was no match for him at all, and that he was just teasing him. Thinking of the insult he had given to that person, his blood suddenly surged up, and his moves became even more chaotic.
The battle lasted for about three hundred rounds, but it was just him teasing Tian Shaoqing easily.
Finally, Tianyin was exhausted and vomited out a mouthful of blood, all because he had been hurt by himself.
"Tian Shaoqing."
Someone came forward to help.
However, the Demon Lord glanced at them with indifference, and everyone retreated into the distance in fear. No one came to support Tianyin.
Mu Yunsang, on the other hand, although she didn't know why he was fighting so hard, admired his courage and stepped forward, took out his handkerchief, and brought it to Tianyin.
"snort!"
He snorted disdainfully.
Mu Yunsang didn't take it seriously, threw the handkerchief in front of him, and looked back at the Demon Lord: "How long will it take? I'm a little hungry."
He glanced at her and smiled at her, extremely tenderly.
"You choose three."
"life and death?"
"born!"
As soon as this was said, there was a commotion upstairs, and some people were already looking towards the stairs, planning to run away.
But before he could even take a step forward, the person near the stairs was already dead, and his body was lying just at the entrance of the stairs.
I thought it was the Demon Lord who did it, but I heard a strange laughter coming from downstairs.
The Demon Lord curled his lips and looked at Mu Yunsang: "Three of you, hurry up, or there won't be any left. Choose the one you like."
She didn't have time to think too much, since she had to choose to play, let's choose.
Seeing those people looking at her with almost pleading eyes, she felt that it was not worth it for Beichen Yixuan. The people in his hands were all such people who were greedy for life and afraid of death. Even if they were kept, there was no guarantee that they would betray him one day.
She just happened to help him clear away these worries. Only three or two of them had unruly eyes and looked forward to death. These few must be loyal people.
He tapped his hand three times quickly, and one of them was naturally Tianyin who fell to the ground exhausted and vomiting blood.
"These three."
"good."
He didn't break his promise, pulled out the belt of the person in front of him, hooked Tianyin's waist, and threw Tianyin away. The other two followed the same pattern.
The strange laughter from downstairs was already coming upstairs. Before she could see who it was, the Demon Lord had already grabbed her waist and flew out of the window until she was three or four miles away.
He put her down.
"Fortunately, I walked quickly."
"Not one of our own?"
What she calls her own people are the people on Demon King Mountain.
"Haha, that's right. She's just a disobedient person. I don't want to have a conflict with her, so it's best to leave as soon as possible."
"you……"
She hesitated to speak.
He seemed to have read through her thoughts.
"I want to ask why I want to attack people from Beichen Yixuan?"