The immortal body is called Teevat

In fact, the vicious brown-haired man had thought about killing the noble child in front of him who might have a lot of money in his pocket to get gold coins.

But the problem is that he really doesn't have the courage. Although the nobles of Fontaine have declined after hundreds of years, their power is still extensive and they are intertwined with and have dealings with various forces in Fontaine.

Everyone in Fontaine understood one thing. In Fontaine, you can offend the Grand Inquisitor, you can look down on and insult the law enforcement team of Fontaine, but you must never offend the nobles of Fontaine. Their status in Fontaine cannot be ignored.

Moreover, many of the nobles are powerful people. Although it is very tempting to snatch the Mora of Wucheng, since he can earn Mora through honest transactions, why should he take the risk and confront the entire Fontaine aristocratic forces?

Besides, this is not a one-time deal. As long as the kid gets addicted, Les can sell him for any price he wants. The brown-haired man believes that a steady stream of profits is much better than a one-time all-out effort.

So the brown-haired man who usually appears ferocious to others also behaved quite docilely and respectfully in front of Wu Cheng, just treating him as his God of Wealth. After all, who doesn't like a child who is stupid, rich, simple and easy to deceive?

Then the brown-haired man explained to Wu Cheng: "Please wait a moment. I don't have too much goods here. I hope you can understand."

“If I were to be caught by law enforcement officers in Fontaine carrying multiple bottles of Les Roches and selling them, I would probably have to live in Melo Petersburg for the rest of my life.”

"But if you really want it, I'll go get that batch of goods right away. Since you're willing to buy so much of our magic water, how about we charge you 9000 Mora per bottle?"

Faced with the brown-haired man's hypocritical flattery and his intention to give him a 10% discount, Wu Cheng naturally nodded in agreement. After all, Wu Cheng never intended to pay these scumbags a Mora, so naturally he would agree to any conditions.

At this time, the vicious brown-haired man was still immersed in the fantasy that Wucheng people were stupid and rich, but he didn't know that when Lesi's goods were brought in front of Wucheng, that was when they would be physically transformed into scum.

After receiving Wu Cheng's affirmative answer, the thin brown-haired man ran to another alley and disappeared quickly. Wu Cheng waited there for a long time but no one came.

Wu Cheng thought that these guys might have seen through his intention to kill and rob, so they didn't come over. But just as Wu Cheng was about to leave, someone called him from behind.

As expected, the vicious brown-haired man led a large group of people carrying boxes of Le Si to Wu Cheng, and opened them one by one, allowing Wu Cheng to see clearly what Le Si was inside.

Then the brown-haired man said to Wu Cheng respectfully, "Hey, we have all the goods you requested. We have wasted a lot of your time, please forgive us. But now I have all the goods in my hand, do you think we should settle the price?"

Wu Cheng naturally forgave these people for being late. After all, letting them live a few more minutes was a reward for the many Le Si they gave him.

Then Wu Cheng walked left and right, looking left and right. The desperate criminals thought Wu Cheng was looking at the quality of the Le Si, after all, such a large-scale trade could not be ambiguous.

But little did they know that Wu Cheng was observing them and the weapons in their hands, and was thinking about how to turn them into scum in the physical sense as quickly as possible.

Then, Willy in Wu Cheng's mind continued the conversation with him: "Humans, please buy all these Les. When we drink them all, we will definitely be able to recover a little bit of our strength."

After hearing what Weili said, Wu Cheng replied helplessly: "Why should I buy these scumbags' things? Can't I just rob them?"

Then Wei Li was silent for a while, as if after a lot of thinking, she said to Wu Cheng: "I think you are right."

After observing the scum around him, Wu Cheng clicked carefully, and wanted to see how many people would return to the earth to nourish the plants today.

Wu Cheng found that there were 24 people, all of whom were carrying more or less weapons, and none of them looked like good people, with more or less murderous aura on them. These were obvious characteristics of desperadoes.

It was obvious that the brown-haired man was taking advantage of him, but he still asked them to take up weapons to defend themselves. But the only problem was that the previous batch of human trafficking organizations also thought so.

As expected, low-end villains cannot become high-end villains. The reason should be this. They always have blind confidence in their abilities, but they overestimate their own abilities like throwing an egg against a rock.

The brown-haired man who saw Wu Cheng walking around and inspecting the goods said to Wu Cheng impatiently, "There are 300 bottles here. If we calculate it based on 9000 Moras per bottle, the total is 270 million Moras. Do you want to use Moras cash or Northland Bank gold certificates?"

Wu Cheng then put his right hand behind his back and touched his Eye of God. After that, he seemed to be in deep thought for a while before he quietly said to the brown-haired man in front of him: "Well, I think this payment method is not suitable for my current situation. So I propose a new payment method. Do you want to listen to it?"

Then the brown-haired man became interested, because he was also curious about the special payment method Wu Cheng mentioned. So he asked: "Then how do you say we should pay for this batch of goods? We will listen to you."

Then Wu Cheng seemed to be thinking about how to organize his words, but at this moment Wu Cheng took out his commonly used blood sickle as if by magic.

Without hesitation, he chopped the brown-haired man in front of him in half at a diagonal angle, and blood spurted out in all directions, staining the nearby ground.

The other desperate men who were carrying Les were stunned for three seconds before they realized that their leader had been killed by the noble child in front of them.

The harmless boy's eyes were now filled with coldness and bloodlust. Looking at the 2.5 brown-haired men lying on the ground wailing and helpless in pain, he was more indifferent and disgusted with the garbage.

Then he pointed the blood sickle at the desperate criminals carrying Les in front of him and said to them: "As for the payment method, I think it is better to pay with the lives of you scum. Today, you will all become fertilizer to nourish the earth."

Although these desperadoes had seen many bloody scenes, this was the first time they had seen such an evil guy. However, they still took out the weapons hanging on their waists and prepared to teach this kid a lesson.

Although he is most likely a child of a noble family, it doesn't mean that they will always tolerate him. At worst, they can kill him and throw him in a place where no one is around. Who will know about it then?

However, a few weak-willed ones ran away first. After all, in their eyes, this young man who was so bloodthirsty must have some hidden tricks to rely on.

And looking at the speed of swinging the sickle just now, they converted it to themselves and found that they could not do it at all. They still had a clear understanding of their own strength.

After all, their years of experience with the Fontaine Law Enforcement Team have taught them that they should not force things and should learn to retreat reasonably. As long as they can run away, it will be a great success.

It can be said that these people are relatively sober and are not confused by their brutal and bloodthirsty nature. They are one of the few smart people.

But the question is, will Wu Cheng let them go? Obviously not. Just as these desperate escapees were about to enter the alley to get rid of Wu Cheng, they suddenly felt severe pain all over their bodies, and then they saw blood lines on their bodies suddenly appear, and blood gushed out.

Their bodies fell to the ground piece by piece as if they were collapsing. They witnessed the whole process of being made into scum. Then they lost their remaining consciousness and died beyond death.

Then, the desperate criminals who were frightened by such a bloody scene immediately lost the idea of ​​going up to Wu Cheng for close combat. Only then did they realize that they were indeed no match for the young man in front of them.

And these people looked at the perverted Wu Cheng who was controlling some thin blood lines with his left hand. How could they not know that those desperate criminals who wanted to escape were killed by Wu Cheng.

The desperadoes present were frightened by such a bloody and bizarre scene. They knew that they had met a tough guy today. Instead of fighting to the death, they would rather choose to escape and gamble on the chance of survival.

They no longer had the courage to swing their knives at Wu Cheng, so they naturally dropped their weapons and tried to escape. They had originally thought that if they all ran together, Wu Cheng would always miss two or three people, and they were betting that the people who were missed would be themselves.

It was obvious that their estimate was wrong. Wu Cheng was seen flying around the remaining dozen or so desperate criminals at the fastest speed like a red light, and swinging his sickle to cut their necks or chop them in half at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Wu Cheng then looked at them wailing helplessly and rolling on the ground in pain, and he couldn't help but feel a little happy. Then he said to them proudly: "None of you can escape today. You all have to die here to nourish the earth. This is what you deserve as scum."

One of the men who was cut in half looked up at the bloodthirsty and cold demon in front of him and issued the last threat of his life: "Do you think you can sit back and relax after killing us? Mr. Hogman will not let you go. You can't escape in Fontaine, where the law is important..."

Wu Cheng quickly flashed in front of the man, swung the sickle, chopped off his head from the neck and threw it high into the air, then wiped the blood off his cheek with his hand.

Wu Cheng then sighed: "It's really disgusting. Do you have the qualifications to threaten me? You scumbags among scumbags are worthy of talking to me about the law. This is really a big joke."

"Whoever Mr. Hogman is, he'd better not mess with me. Otherwise, he won't survive. But I'm afraid this has nothing to do with scum like you."

Then Weili activated her blood-sucking ability and drank the blood of more than a dozen people present, turning them into mummies. Weili thought that after all, no matter how small a mosquito leg was, it was still meat, so it would be a waste not to take it.

Then Wei Li was still obsessed with the batch of Le Si, so she reminded Wu Cheng: "Wu Cheng, you should get closer to those drinks, so that I can absorb the water element energy contained in them."

Wu Cheng naturally couldn't refuse Weili's request. After all, wasn't the purpose of this murder and robbery to seize this batch of Le Si to restore Weili's strength?

Then Wu Cheng walked to the boxes containing dozens of boxes of Le Si and signaled to Wei Li that she could absorb it. Then dozens of flexible tentacles emerged from behind Wu Cheng and began to absorb the water element energy contained in Le Si.

Under Willy's manipulation, these tentacles skillfully pulled out the corks on the bottles of Lexicon and reached in to drink them all in one gulp. Their efficiency was quite high, and in less than a short while, only 300 empty bottles were left of the 300 bottles of Lexicon.

At this time, Wu Cheng could also hear Wei Li's enjoyable voice: "Mm. It tastes great. My strength has even recovered one ten-thousandth. This drink tastes really good to me, but the taste is a little too light. If the concentration is a little higher, it should be better."

Wu Cheng didn't expect that Weili seemed to be obsessed with this kind of thing, but in the short term Wu Cheng thought it would be difficult for him to buy Leshi.

Because he was an outsider and didn't know the specific situation of Fontaine, he naturally didn't know where to get some Le Si. In fact, when Willy was drinking crazily, Wu Cheng wanted to remind him to save a few bottles for later.

But it was obvious that when he thought of this important point, the 300 bottles of Les had turned into 300 empty glass bottles. Wu Cheng had no choice but to remind Wei Li that she could not buy this delicious drink in a short time, and Wei Li immediately wailed continuously.

He had already begun to regret that he should not have drunk so much. Wu Cheng saw that all the people who should have died were dead, and all the Les Rosé that should have been drunk had been drunk. There was no point in staying here. It was more important to find the exit as soon as possible and return to the main street of Fontaine.

Just as Wu Cheng was about to try a new exit, a group of people armed with weapons rushed into the alley from all directions and surrounded Wu Cheng.

But Wu Cheng had no intention of taking action because judging from their temperament, they were just ordinary people and definitely not accomplices of the desperate gang.

Wu Cheng also didn't want to hurt innocent people. He thought there was nothing wrong with swinging the butcher knife at the evil people, but if he was asked to massacre ordinary people, he still couldn't do it.

Wu Cheng looked at the people surrounding him. Their clothes were not bright and fancy but a little worn and dirty, but each of them had a firm will in their eyes.

Then the leader yelled at Wu Cheng: "I didn't expect that you guys who sell Le Si would be so rampant and dare to conduct such a large-scale Le Si trade in the territory of the Thorn Rose Society."

"Come with us to the Supreme Court. It will save both your time and ours. Isn't it better?"

Wu Cheng put away the blood sickle in his hand and pointed at the pile of corpses and said to them: "Maybe the people from Les Bulk Trade you are looking for are lying peacefully on the ground. Why don't you ask them?"