Copy the heavens from the bad guys

Chapter 18 Chapter 018: The King of Hell
"Miss Lu, Brother Li, I'm back!"

Half an hour later, Zhang Zifan ran back in disgrace, holding a pheasant in his hand.

But as soon as he walked in front of the two of them, Zhang Zifan couldn't help being dumbfounded, thinking that Qin Mo's brothers and sisters had already started eating not long after he left.

"Do you want to eat it? The hare caught by senior brother is delicious." Lu Linxuan took a piece of rabbit leg from the grill and asked Zhang Zifan.

"Gudu~"

Smelling the tangy smell of meat and hearing the sound of tar dripping into the fire, Zhang Zifan kept swallowing.

"No, no need, I caught a pheasant."

Zhang Zifan turned around and began to pluck the pheasant's feathers. As a result, the pheasant, which had been in a coma, was suddenly awakened by the pain. Seeing the boy in front of him who had fought with him for [-] rounds and finally plotted against him, the pheasant suddenly became violent. , jumped up and pecked at his eyes.

"Ouch!"

Zhang Zifan didn't expect the pheasant to move so fast, one of them accidentally got pecked straight on, covered his eyes and howled in pain, and the pheasant also took advantage of this moment and ran away in a hurry.

"Pfft~"

Seeing that Zhang Zifan was being taught a lesson by a chicken, Lu Linxuan couldn't help but chuckle, Zhang Zifan's original anger was completely dissipated in an instant, and he smirked at Lu Linxuan foolishly.

"Okay, stop laughing, you look like a fool." Lu Linxuan cursed with a smile, and handed the rabbit leg to Zhang Zifan, "Hurry up and eat, you have to hurry after eating."

"Okay, okay." Zhang Zifan nodded repeatedly. In fact, he was already hungry, but he kept tense so as not to lose face in front of Lu Linxuan.

Just as Zhang Zifan was about to gnaw, he saw Qin Mo sitting idly by the fire beside him. In order to show his good upbringing, he took the initiative to say, "Brother Li, have you eaten, how about I give you this rabbit leg?" Let's eat."

Qin Mo raised his head and glanced at Zhang Zifan, then pointed to a pile of bones not far away: "We had already eaten one before you came back, if Junior Sister insisted on saving some for you, you can only gnaw on it now Bone scum."

"Hehe, is that so, thank you Miss Lu." Zhang Zifan smiled awkwardly, thinking of the Haikou he had boasted in front of Lu Linxuan before, he felt ashamed.

After taking a bite of the delicious rabbit meat, Zhang Zifan couldn't hold back any longer and started to gobble it up. From last night to now, he only drank some wine, and his stomach was already empty.

After a while, the remaining half of the rabbits on the fire went into Zhang Zifan's stomach. After eating, he couldn't help showing a comfortable smile, and patted his swollen stomach and burped.

"Have you eaten? Let's go on the road after eating."

After putting out the fire, Qin Mo stood up and patted the dust off his body.

Lu Linxuan packed his bags and stood up, but Zhang Zifan, who was still a little full after eating, took a long time to stand up, acting like a pregnant woman in her arms.

The three continued to walk in the woods, and when it was almost evening, the three finally saw the appearance of the city in the distance.

"Hurry up, we can only sleep in the woods when the city gate is closed at night."

After all, Qin Mo quickened his pace, Lu Linxuan and Zhang Zifan stopped chatting and followed quickly after seeing this.

"Ta Tata..."

"Ta Tata..."

At this moment, Qin Mo suddenly heard a loud sound of horseshoes behind him, and couldn't help frowning and turned around to look.

Sure enough, dozens of fine horses galloped towards them, and Qin Mo was very familiar with the clothes of the people on the horses. The uniform iron masks and black long gowns were clearly the little ghosts of Xuanming Sect.

On the black horse running in the front sat a strong man with beards, half-naked, short and fat, with short limbs, but his head was very big, a bit like a pig's head on a street butcher's stall.

And the two brown horses a horse behind the strong man, one black and one white sitting on a tall hat, a man and a woman with dark red eyeshadow on their faces, are the black and white Wuchang brothers and sisters who just fought against each other yesterday.

"Brother." Lu Linxuan couldn't help feeling a little nervous when he saw the Xuanming Sect's people approaching quickly, and subconsciously took a step towards Qin Mo.

"People from the Xuanming Sect."

As the young master of the Tongwen Museum and also the top assassination organization Xuanmingjiao, Zhang Zifan is naturally very familiar with them, and he immediately recognized them when he saw their clothes.

Looking at the solemn Qin Mo and Lu Linxuan, Zhang Zifan couldn't help frowning: "Do you two have conflicts with this group of Xuanming Sect members?"

"Why, are you afraid to trouble your upper body?" Qin Mo turned his head and asked with a mocking smile.

"Heh, Brother Li is underestimating me by saying that. The last thing I fear is trouble."

Zhang Zifan raised his head proudly. Only at this moment can he show a trace of the domineering spirit of the young master of the Tongwen Pavilion.

Just as the two were talking, everyone from Xuanming Sect had already killed them.

"Appreciate~~~"

Less than one meter away from Qin Mo, the big man in the lead reined in the horse, and the two thick front hooves of the black horse were raised high, as if they were using this behavior to oppress Qin Mo and others.

"Chang Haoling, Chang Xuanling, which two of these three are Uncle Yang's apprentices?"

The short and fat man turned around and glanced at the black and white Wuchang brothers and sisters, pointed at Qin Mo and asked.

"Report to Zhao Sheng Yan Jun, that girl and that boy in red are the apprentices of Uncle Yang." Hei Wuchang gave Qin Mo a vicious look, and said respectfully to the short and fat man.

"Zhaosheng Yanjun?"

Hearing this name, Zhang Zifan immediately thought of the identity of the chunky man, one of the five masters of the Xuanming Sect, Yan Junyi, the leader of Nanyue Hengshan sub-rudder, Jiang Zhaoyi.

Not only Zhang Zifan remembered Jiang Zhaoyi's identity, but Qin Mo also remembered that it was Yan Jun who was the first to receive the bento in the original book. After losing to Li Xingyun, he was sucked dry by black and white impermanence and died.

"Really?"

Hearing this, Jiang Zhaoyi narrowed his eyes and looked Qin Mo up and down, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"Such a brat can hurt you black and white impermanence like this, is he too capable, or are you black and white impermanence too useless?"

Being called trash in front of so many subordinates, his black and white impermanence looked a bit ugly, but after all, his strength was not as good as others, so he could only keep his head down and pretend he didn't hear a word.

"They're trash, aren't you?"

Qin Mo looked up at Jiang Zhaoyi on the horse, and asked in a disdainful tone.

When Jiang Zhaoyi heard this, his face immediately turned cold a few degrees: "You are not too young, but your tone is not small, but I don't know if your martial arts skills are worthy of your tone."

"Let's say a few more words while you still have your life. Otherwise, if you go to the Hall of the King of Hades, I don't know if you, the fake King of Hades, can still yell."

Qin Mo sneered, sarcastically, and at the same time, the fighting spirit in his body began to rise continuously, and a terrifying and powerful aura suddenly erupted from his body, making everyone present feel as if a big stone was crushed on their hearts. The poor Xuanming brats even fell off their horses because they couldn't breathe.

"So strong!"

"This brat is not simple!"

Among the people present, Zhang Zifan and Jiang Zhaoyi were the most powerful, and they were also the closest to Qin Mo, so they could feel his strength most intuitively, and couldn't help expressing emotion in their hearts.

"Come on, my big knife is already hungry and thirsty!"

Qin Mo drew out his sword and stood by his side, his eyes slowly turned scarlet, and his fighting spirit almost reached its peak.

"Hope you'll let me play a little longer."

(End of this chapter)