Night Rain knocked on the window, and the sound became more intense, washing away Changle Ward's melodious sound to pieces.
The agarwood in the box was gone, and the last remaining warmth in Boshan Furnace dispersed into the cold and humid air.
Wood chips flew away, and the carved Nanmu Wood door was not pushed open, but kicked to pieces by two big feet wearing official boots.
The door panel was still spinning in mid-air, and two Daoist figures had already squeezed into the box filled with makeup and powder.
The one on the left looks like an iron tower, and it is none other than Han Niu, the warrior of Li Mingyue.
The sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked one on the right, with his eyes rolling around and holding half a whistle stick in his hand, is none other than Monkey, who has repeatedly stumbled Fang Mo in the past.
Monkey As soon as he entered the room, his nose twitched twice like a dog, and he couldn't hide the disdain on his face.
He didn't even look at Fang Mo sitting on the seat. Instead, he scanned around the people in the room.
"Tsk tsk tsk."
Monkey put the whistle stick on his shoulder, and his thunderous face almost looked up to the sky.
"I said Captain Fang, you are too picky about food. I thought you were playing too much with the Yihong Pavilion, and this is the co-author?"
He stretched out his little finger and pointed first at Old Yan who was picking his teeth, then at the shirtless Iron Bull, and finally his eyes fell on Qian Dagui who was full of copper odor and Monk who was chewing on chicken legs.
"We are old, weak, sick and disabled, tall, short, fat and thin, and have a bald donkey. Are you opening a charity, or are you engaging in Acrobatic Troupe?"
Monkey sneered, the laughter was sharp and harsh, like scraping glass with a piece of iron.
"What's wrong? Do you think that after killing a Lei Heng, you can walk away with a Divine Capital? How can such a low-level thing be brought out to make people look embarrassed?"
Qian Dagui was grabbing a roasted goose leg. Hearing this, the fat on his face trembled three times, his mung bean eyes narrowed into slits, and a cold light suddenly escaped.
Old Yan is still smoking the pipe, but the sparks in Pipe Bowl are a little brighter and redder.
Iron Bull didn't move, but the tendons all over his body had stretched into Shitou lumps.
Fang Mo was sitting on Grand Tutor Chair, playing with an empty wine glass in his hand. He looked at Monkey's triumphant face. There was no emotion on his face, and he even had the leisure to turn the wine glass on his fingertips.
"Finished?"
Fang Mo The voice is very soft, as soft as a lover whispering in the ear.
Monkey was stunned for a moment and was about to open his mouth.
"Take it."
Two words.
There was no warning, no fancy starting moves.
Iron Bull, who was originally squatting at the door like a door god, is truly a man as his name suggests, with brute strength reaching the sky.
Boom!
The floor screamed. Iron Bull's huge body was like a discharged cannonball, directly hitting the big man named Han Niu.
Han Niu is also a good player of the Organ Refining Realm, reacting very quickly and raising his arm to block.
Click.
There was a crisp sound.
Iron Bull's big hand like a cattail fan directly clasped Han Niu's forearm, and pressed his head down with the other hand. Han Niu's body of more than 200 kilograms was like a straw. He was forced to kneel on the ground, and his knees made two deep holes in the floor.
the other side.
The Boning Knife in Old Yan's hand had slipped into the palm of his hand at some point.
His figure flashed like a ghost, and when he reappeared, he was already standing behind Monkey. The bitingly cold Boning Knife was pressing against the aorta of Monkey's back neck, gently rubbing it.
Jie Se Monk is even more amazing.
The Skull Prayer Beads in his hand was thrown out, like a poisonous snake with eyes, it instantly wrapped around Monkey's feet and pulled hard.
"Ouch!"
Monkey's center of gravity was unstable and he fell flat on his face. His stinky mouth was so hard that it hit the doorstep, breaking half of his front teeth.
Mouth full of blood.
From the time those two words were spoken to the moment the two of them lay down, there was not even a blink of an eye.
The house became quiet again, except for the patter of rain outside the window.
Fang Mo is still sitting there, his posture has not changed.
"Palm mouth."
He spat out two more words.
Monkey was stepped on the back by Old Yan, with his face on the floor, still struggling wildly.
"Fang Mo! How dare you!"
Monkey roared at the top of his lungs, and his eyes were bloodshot.
"I am Personal Guards from Lord Li! My master is downstairs! If you dare to touch a hair on my head, Demon Suppression Division..."
"Demon Suppression Division?"
Fang Mo sneered, interrupting his barking.
He stood up, walked to Monkey, stepped on Monkey's grasping hand with the sole of his boot, and crushed it hard.
"I was a little brat a few days ago, you can do whatever you want with me."
Fang Mo bent down and looked at Monkey's twisted face, with a cold indifference in his eyes.
"Now, the offensive and defensive momentum is different."
"Qian Dagui."
"Hey! I'm here, boss!"
Qian Dagui can no longer hold it any longer.
Although this fat man is not good at martial arts, his fierce energy makes him crazier than anyone else.
He sat down on the chair next to him and quickly took off his thick-soled official boots with gold rims.
The soles of these boots are so strong that if they were used to slap someone in the face, they would be an absolute weapon.
"I've long been displeased with this pointy-mouthed monkey-cheeked thing."
Qian Dagui was holding his boots with a grin on his face, and the fat all over his body was trembling with excitement.
He walked up to Monkey and said nothing nonsense.
He rounded his arms.
Snap--!!!
This crisp sound was even more transparent than the thunder just now.
Monkey Half of his face suddenly swelled up, with a clear sole pattern printed on it, and even the dark pattern of promotion and wealth was printed on it.
"You..."
Snap!
Again.
"I am..."
Snap!
"Don't fight..."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Qian Dagui got excited about fighting, firing his bow left and right, cursing while fighting.
"Look down on Fatty? Fatty I have money! If I have money, I can buy your life! Acrobatic Troupe? I will show you what a monkey show is today!"
Next to him, Han Niu was being held down by Iron Bull. Hearing his companion's screams like a slaughtered pig, he couldn't help but sigh.
He knew it.
Monkey Such a bad mouth will cause great disaster sooner or later.
But he didn't expect that this day would come so quickly.
What's more, they didn't expect that the little jailer who was nodding and bowing to them a few days ago would now become such a devout master.
What kind of soft persimmon is this?
This is clearly a wolf that has just sharpened its claws.