Rebirth Douluo My Martial Soul is the Twelve Talismans

"Did everyone look carefully?"

"Look carefully!"

Zhao Wuji looked at Mo Xie with some confusion. Is this dagger real? What does it have to do with whether Ma Hongjun is dead or alive?

"You brat, now it's proven that the dagger is real, what does that have to do with Ma Hongjun?"

"It does matter! Didn't you already say that you want to prove that this fat man is a corpse?"

"We all know that this fat man is a corpse, you are a fool to prove it!"

Dai Mubai was stunned. Did he get the knife in vain?

"Hey! Can you take my feelings into consideration?"

Dai Mubai looked at his bleeding arm with a sad face. Didn't anyone care about him?

Hearing this, Mo Xie looked at Dai Mubai with a smile. Looking at the miserable Dai Mubai in front of him, he felt very happy inside.

"Sorry, I was so involved that I forgot about you!"

The corners of Dai Mubai's mouth twitched crazily, can you fucking forget this?Why didn't you forget when you stabbed me just now?

"Zai Zai, give this little milk tiger some treatment."

"Hmph! He's just a stinky master who knows how to order others around and abuse little lolita!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes lit up and he swallowed while looking at Zai Zai.

"Well, Zai Zai! Your master abuses you, how about you come with me?"

"No, you shameless old man, no one wants to go with you!"

Flanders suppressed his blush, walked up to Zhao Wuji, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Uncle Zhao, stop kidnapping this little girl!"

When Mo Xie heard Zhao Wuji's words, he really wanted to slap this shameless bastard to death.

"That's right! Blind Bear actually wants to abduct my little cub. How shameless."

Looking at the quarreling people, Dai Mubai was about to cry.

"Can you heal me first? I feel like I'm about to die!"

"Oh? Why did I forget you again?"

Dai Mubai thought he did it on purpose. Did he really think he was a three-year-old child?Do you really think that you are an 80-year-old man suffering from Alzheimer's disease?

"Zai Zai is at work!"

"Zai Zai doesn't do business at a loss. If you want me to help with treatment, you can only get a strawberry cake!"

"No! You have wiped out all my money and there is nothing left!"

"Then I won't treat you!"

Mo Xie shrugged helplessly and patted Dai Mubai's injured arm.

"Little Milk Tiger, you've seen it too, it's not that I don't want to be treated, it's that this little guy doesn't want to be treated!"

Dai Mubai looked at the Zaizai in front of him speechlessly, this little guy with a big butt, couldn't his life be worth a strawberry cake?

"I have money, little guy, if you have money, you can buy a lot of strawberry cakes!"

"Really?"

"Really, give me treatment quickly, otherwise you won't have enough money to buy strawberry cake!"

"Well, for the sake of so many strawberry cakes, I, Mr. Zaizai, will reluctantly treat you."

Looking at Zaizai's outstretched hand, Dai Mubai was stunned. How realistic this little guy was!Can't you cure yourself first and then ask for it?

"This is one hundred gold soul coins, please give me treatment quickly!"

Zaizai took the money bag from Dai Mubai with a happy face.Dai Mubai was speechless as he looked at the Zaizai who opened the bag one by one. Can you cure him first?

"Little guy, can you give me some treatment first?"

"No, Zai Zai can't trust you, I have to count them one by one."

Ten minutes later, Dai Mubai had turned a lot pale. The wound couldn't stop the bleeding. If he hadn't used his soul power to suppress it, he might have had to lie down with the fat man.

"Finally finished counting, you are indeed an honest person!"

Feeling a hint of death from Dai Mubai's wound, it was no wonder that the bleeding continued. Zaizai looked at Mo Xie speechlessly, his master really knew how to play.

Flanders looked at Dai Mubai who was recovering from his injuries and said with a straight face: "Okay, Mubai, come here! Don't embarrass yourself over there!"

Dai Mubai feels miserable in his heart. He is so embarrassed. It was not you who was stabbed. He can stand and talk without pain in his back!

Zhao Wuji rubbed his swollen face and glared at Mo Xie fiercely.

"Okay, now that brat has proven that the dagger is real, you can save Ma Hongjun!"

Mo Xie walked up to Ma Hongjun calmly with the dagger in hand, raised his hand and stabbed it hard in the heart, secretly activating the horse's spell.

"Look, isn't this life?"

Ma Hongjun opened his eyes, looked at the people watching him in confusion, and quickly touched the clothes on his body.

"Fortunately, I'm still here. I thought my innocence was lost!"

Ever since Mo Xie's masterpiece came out, he has been very cautious when venting his anger because he has seen the young lady with the handle more than once.

"Dean, why are you all here?"

"Fat man, don't you feel pain?"

"What does it hurt?"

Everyone stared blankly at the knife stuck in Ma Hongjun's heart. Following everyone's gaze, he saw a dagger inserted deeply into his chest.

He was confused, he had been stabbed, but why was he still alive and well?

"It won't matter if you poke it in, why don't I pull it out!"

As soon as Ma Hongjun pulled out the dagger, his eyes went black and he lost his life.

Xiao Wu looked at Ma Hongjun, who was belching again, feeling extremely depressed.

"This fat man, why can't he think so hard? He killed himself as soon as he was rescued."

"It's okay, as long as the fat guy doesn't want to be beaten to death!"

After saying that, Mo Xie walked directly to Ma Hongjun, who was belching, and slapped him alive.

"Wait! Am I dead?"

Before Ma Hongjun could stand up, a dagger passed directly through his chest.

Ma Hongjun's eyes widened and he looked at Mo Xie in disbelief. He clasped his hands and suddenly lost his life.

After being rescued again, Ma Hongjun looked at Mo Xie and said, "Why do you want to kill me?"

"You are thinking too much. Aren't you still alive?"

"Yes! I'm actually still alive?"

An hour later, Ma Hongjun cried and hugged Mo Xie's thigh tightly.

"Brother, please do it. Can you please give me a break and stop torturing me?"

Mo Xie looked at Flanders with a smile, took out a pear and gnawed it.

"Master Dean, don't you think this guy is still alive?"

"Ahem! This is a misunderstanding. As compensation, your tuition this year will be waived."

Mo Xie looked at Flanders in disbelief. Flanders, who was known as the Iron Rooster, would actually waive his tuition for this year.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Dean!"

"You guys will each pay one hundred gold soul coins to Teacher Li who is in charge of finance."

"Oscar, take Ning Rongrong and run 20 laps first."

"Dean, what about me?"

Flanders looked at Mo Xie speechlessly. Isn't this bastard a poisonous kid? He wants to take advantage of everything?

"You? Nothing happens to you!"

"Dean, you are discriminating against me. I am also an auxiliary soul master!"

Flanders felt the veins on his forehead pop out when he heard this. He could kill Ma Hongjun, a bastard of level 28 attack type soul master, by himself. If he was an auxiliary type, wouldn't he be a titled Douluo?