The Road to Dominance in All Worlds, Starting from Brother Qiang

Xia Hou chased them for dozens of miles with his sword in hand, and finally stopped them in front of a certain wild pavilion beside the mountain road.

Then, of course, one person and one sword sent them back to the west together.

This Xiahou who wanted to go to Lanruo Temple was naturally the tall black-clothed swordsman that Murong Bai and Ning Caichen saw at this time.

Regarding Xia Hou's act of killing people with a sword, which took several lives in just a short moment, Murong Bai just looked at it with interest, but did not express any opinion.

On the contrary, it was Ning Caichen who was really frightened after seeing the scene of Xiahou swordsmen slaughtering all directions.

Especially when Xiahou didn't just leave after killing people, but walked directly into this not-so-small wild pavilion, and made a gesture of preparing to stay here to shelter from the rain, it made my heart even more frightened Ning Caichen, who couldn't stop himself, didn't dare to stay in this wild pavilion any longer, and even crawled out of the pavilion, standing in the wind and rain all over the sky.

It seems that by doing this, because of increasing the distance between him and Xiahou swordsman, he can give himself a more sense of security.

Standing in the rain, he even gave Murong Bai winks again and again. Seeing what he meant, he seemed to want Murong Bai to go outside together like him, and not get too close to this vicious swordsman.

Ning Caichen's actions made Murong Bai laugh in his heart.

With such courage, it is difficult for him to dare to confront the tree demon grandmother head-on.

The old saying is really true, there is a knife on the head of the word color.

Murong Bai smiled and waved to Ning Caichen, motioning him to come back to the pavilion, but Ning Caichen refused to die, preferring to be drenched in the rain without moving.

Murong Bai didn't have much friendship with him, and he was not the one who simply became drowned, so he let him go.

He only glanced at Ning Caichen who was standing in the rain, full of fear, and Murong Bai stopped looking at him.

Instead, he set his sights on Xiahou who was already sitting in the pavilion, took out a piece of dry biscuit from his arms, and was about to eat it to satisfy his hunger.

"Brother Tai just killed, who are they?"

Hearing Murong Bai's question, Xiahou swordsman paused slightly in his preparation to eat the cake, but after swallowing a mouthful of the cake, he still responded to Murong Bai.

His answer was very simple, just two words, "Bandits."

Xiahou had seen Ning Caichen's actions a long time ago, and he didn't think that Murong Bai, who seemed to have a good relationship with Ning Caichen, would not be afraid of him just because of his murderous actions just now.

Therefore, after answering two words, Xia Hou didn't care whether Murong Bai believed it or not, so he put all his thoughts back on the dry food in his hand.

The sky is big, the belly is the biggest.

In such a heavy rainy day, after chasing those bandits for dozens of miles on the mountain road, Xia Hou's stomach has long since become empty.

For Xiahou at this time, filling his belly was the most important thing he needed to do right now.

Xiahou remained silent, but since Murong Bai was the Xiahou swordsman who took the initiative to talk to him, why would he stop talking at this time?

He shook his head and smiled, looked at the cold and serious Xiahou in front of him, and continued, "In such a world, it is difficult for everyone to live, but there are still such people who wantonly do evil, it is really lamentable."

"It's true...it should be killed."

Chapter 1042

Chapter 1042

Xiahou swordsman did not expect that Murong Bai would say such a sentence to him.

He finally raised his head again, frowned, and asked Murong Bai, "Isn't the Taoist priest afraid of me?"

When Murong Bai heard such a question from him, he smiled and asked back, "Since Xiongtai killed the one who deserved to be killed, why should the poor be afraid?"

Xia Hou didn't expect Murong Bai to respond with such words, and his eyes inevitably showed a bit of surprise.

Of course, there is more in the eyes, but there are a few faint smiles.

Originally because of Ning Caichen's attitude of avoiding him like a snake and a scorpion, the bad mood aroused from Xiahou's heart had all disappeared at this time.

Murong Bai met Xiahou's eyes, smiled and raised his brows at him, "However, just killing thieves and eradicating evil, having food but no wine is not a good thing after all."

"I have a jug of fine wine here, and I respect the feat of my brother and the sword."

While speaking, he took out a small wine gourd from his sleeve and threw it into Xiahou's hand.

Xiahou took the wine gourd smoothly, and didn't show the slightest worry that the wine might be different.

He only pulled out the cork, sniffed the scent of the wine in the gourd lightly, then lifted the wine gourd, and poured a mouthful of wine into his mouth.

This is not only because of Xia Hou's bold and generous character, but also because he is confident that with his experience in the world, he will never worry about being tricked by anyone.

The wine that Murong Bai can take out is naturally not ordinary. Even because Xiahou is a mortal body, what Murong Bai took out should be the worst kind of spiritual wine in his collection, but there is also a kind of spirit in it. Not shallow aura.

Therefore, after only one mouthful, Xia Hou felt that the internal force in his stomach seemed to become much more active.

The consumption in the body due to the fight just now was fully replenished.

In fact, only when he smelled the aroma of the wine, Xia Hou already knew that the pot of wine that Murong Bai took out was not ordinary.

But he did not expect that this jug of wine was so extraordinary.

Just one sip made him gain such a harvest.

Xiahou couldn't help laughing and exclaiming, "It's really good wine!"

Murong Bai responded, "Of course it's good wine."

There is no one in Jianghu who does not love wine, since he knew that Murong Bai produced such excellent wine, Xia Hou did not dare to waste it at will.

So after taking another sip, with a bit of reluctance, he threw the wine gourd back towards Murong Bai again.