Heavens Myth Management System

Chapter 111 Despicable and Shameless Cuckold
A ray of cold light flashed on the tip of Bai Qi's spear, and in an instant he took the life of a second-order late-stage monk. The four third-tier monks who came to besiege him were also suppressed by him, and they dared not relax in the slightest. Otherwise, what awaits them is a day trip to hell.

Suppressing four third-tier monks and dozens of second-tier monks at the same time, this kind of record is not bad for Bai Qi, but Bai Qi is not happy at all. Kerr's girl.

"You murderer, you still can't bear the desire to kill in the depths of your heart, right?" Zhao Ke'er followed behind Bai Qi and said with some complacency.

A black line appeared on Bai Qi's forehead, and he was really curious how this outspoken guy hadn't been beaten to death until now.

"Shut up! We're fighting now!" Bai Qi snorted coldly, and then continued to entangle with the enemy.

"Hmph, are you guilty?" Zhao Ke'er snorted softly, her hands kept moving, harvesting the lives of second-tier monks one after another.

Her fencing technique can only be regarded as an entry level now, and it is very easy to deal with some second-level monks, but it will take a lot of effort to deal with the third-level monks.

The four third-tier monks are now being pestered by Bai Qi, and she can safely deal with these second-tier monks.

"Brothers, this woman is not easy to deal with, so spread out and fight!"

Nearly half of the people invited by the White Shark Gang are experienced Tier [-] monks. Tier [-] can already be regarded as key members in some small forces, and they often participate in the battles between various gangs. They are all veterans with rich combat experience.

If these people meet Li Si, an old bastard, or Bai Qi, a cold-faced man who doesn't talk too much, Li Si has a hundred ways to torture them, but Bai Qi will do it without saying a word, and will not give them anything at all. time to react.

When it came to Zhao Ke'er, she felt very difficult.

As soon as these old fritters moved away, they dared to use all kinds of dirty tricks, such as throwing lime, throwing stones and other tricks used by low-level street gangsters in fighting.

Seeing Zhao Ke'er dodging all the time, these people had discovered her weakness, all of them had weird smiles on their faces, and they played tricks even harder.

A second-level gangster with green hair yelled: "Haha, brothers, this little girl likes to be clean, why don't my brothers come and be ruthless?"

The coalition forces recruited by the White Shark Gang are all over Qingshui City, and there are everyone mixed in there. It's not surprising that there are little gangsters like Lu Mao.

Many people think that the strength of gangsters is very low, and a random first-level monk can bring down a large number of people.

But in fact, the strength of these gangsters in Qingshui City is generally not weak, and monks of the first and second ranks are not uncommon among them.

Those who come out to hang out, the stronger their strength, the more secure they are. If they don't have two brushes in their hands, who would dare to stand up and rob them openly?
Moreover, these gangsters practiced one by one more desperately than the other, they were cultivating themselves to death, and the apprentices in the martial arts hall would feel ashamed after seeing it.

This little green hair is not weak, has reached the peak of the second rank, and is only one step away from being promoted to the third rank.

If it weren't for the lack of resources, he would have been promoted to the third rank long ago.

It is also a rare opportunity for him to gather troops from the White Shark Gang to attack Zhanlong Pavilion this time. As long as he can seize this opportunity to take advantage of the water and reap some benefits, he will be promoted to the third rank just around the corner.

Little Lumao still has some prestige among these people, and as soon as he finished speaking, a fat man with a big belly echoed: "Brother Green Hat is right, you guys can see it too."

The little green hair gave the fat man a vicious look, gritted his teeth and said, "How dare you mention this nickname in front of me again, believe it or not, I stripped you alive?"

The fat man who was stared at by the green hair shivered, and said with a playful smile: "Hey, I'm just joking, don't take it seriously, don't take it seriously."

The fat man really wanted to slap himself in the face, why did he accidentally say what was in his heart?

This green hair used to have a girlfriend, and they dated for more than a year, and he thought he had finally met true love.

However, it turned out that these were illusions, and later the woman ran off with a man, saying that she wanted to live a stable life.

At that time, Xiao Lumao's face turned green with anger, and he directly led someone to block the door, breaking the man's third leg.

Fortunately, he has not completely lost his mind, knowing that she cannot be blamed for this incident.

Everyone wants to live a stable and good life, and he also wants to, but he has already taken human life on his hands and made many enemies. Even if he goes to other cities, he can't escape. Answer or not.

In the end, he still chose to let the woman go with the man. After this incident, he got the nickname Brother Cuckold.

The fat man knew that this matter was a taboo of the little green hair, and he would be in a hurry if anyone mentioned it, so the fat man had no choice but to smile twice and make up for it.

The little green hair snorted twice, but he didn't really get angry. His nickname is getting more and more popular now, and he is almost more famous than some third-level monks. I don't know whether to say it is luck or bad luck.

"Brother, what do you think we should do? I'll listen to you." The fat man patted his stomach and said, probably because he thought it was more convincing.

Lu Mao thought about it, and said with a sinister smile: "This woman is difficult to deal with. Looking at her, it is likely that some rich people came out to practice."

"For a good baby in kindergarten like her, I have plenty of ways to disgust her."

What he said was indeed correct, it would be fine if Zhao Keer's opponents were some honest gentlemen, but the key point was that her opponents were some punks with no integrity and no limit.

These little gangsters are playing rogues, even they are afraid of themselves.

"Cough cough..."

The little green hair cleared his throat, and said: "Brothers, carry the bottle and go to the baby!"

Just now he ordered a few younger brothers to look for some bottles in those shops, and after finding the bottles, he ordered a few people to secretly fill some mysterious liquids in the bottles.

Several younger brothers under Lu Mao laughed, and there was a strange smell in the bottle in their hands.

Zhao Ke'er's face changed, and the smell of urine in the bottle could be smelled from far away, she couldn't believe it, these people, how could these people be so shameless? !

"Haha, brothers, splash hard! Let's see how well this little girl can hide." Little Lumao laughed wantonly, as much as she wanted to laugh.

The little green hair and the fat man couldn't help being excited when they thought that a cultivator with the peak strength of the third level would fall into their hands today.

A few bottles were thrown in the air, Zhao Ke'er dodged in a hurry, even if it took great effort to fly with the sword, she was unwilling to stick to these dirty things.

The imperial messenger stayed in midair for a short while with the flying sword, and a terrifying murderous intent flashed in Zhao Ke'er's eyes.

Her gesture changed, and she shouted in a low voice: "Sword Controlling Technique—Points!!"

In an instant, the entire sky was covered with dense sword lights.

(End of this chapter)