Adventures of the Wanjie Predator

Intimidated by his ferocity, the black-robed beauty timidly hid behind Zhuo Yun. Zhuo Yun patted her on the shoulder gently, and then looked at the merchant named Michelo in front of him.

The Michilo Lord was tall and ordinary-looking, with triangular eyes, a fleshy face, and a long, grayish-brown beard that looked more like a robber than a businessman.

"Michiro, huh? I hope you'll let this girl go. "

As soon as Zhuo Yun said this, the three strong men standing behind Michelo involuntarily pulled out the big scimitar at their waists.

"Huh?" Michilo's small triangular eyes showed a puzzled expression, first looked at the female \slave\subordinate hiding behind Zhuo Yun, and then looked at Zhuo Yun. He didn't know how his slave had made the young man in front of him decide to help, but he knew that he was in trouble.

He has been a merchant for many years, and has been to Egypt, Persia, Dashi, Datang and other countries, and has seen all kinds of people, noble, lowly, mysterious, vicious, dangerous... The young man in front of him is definitely the most mysterious and vicious kind.

It's a gut feeling, and I can't explain it. But Michelo was convinced, because his instincts had been blessed by his uncle, who was a wizard, and had miraculously helped him survive many times.

Michiro couldn't help but glance at the young man in front of him again: the appearance of the Tang people, dressed in strange clothes, and carrying strange packages on their backs. In the face of his four fierce men holding sharp weapons, he was still calm.

Huh?

Thinking of this, Michiro had no luck anymore, and hurriedly raised his hand to stop his reckless actions.

"Hello, my lord!" Michiro's originally cloudy face was immediately replaced by a merchant's characteristic mercenist smile, "It's my honor to have a crush on this woman/Nuniha Sharita." However, I also run a small business. This, this, it cost me a lot of gold coins to buy her, you see, you only need to spend 500, oh no, 300 gold coins to take her away. "

Zhuo Yun shook his eyebrows slightly, very satisfied with Michero's knowledge. Although he can easily deal with the Michiro Four, he is neither an unreasonable madman nor a madman who likes to fight, and will only resort to force unless he is forced to do so. It's great that Plain Suri can solve it with money. For him, who has the ability to create things, can money still be considered money?

"Yes. "

Zhuo Yun took off his backpack, took out 300 gold coins from it, and handed it to Michilo.

Michiroha took it with his waist down, and secretly glanced at the open backpack in front of Zhuo Yun. The yellow brilliant gold coin of the drum/drum/sac/sac almost dazzled his eyes.

If it weren't for the previous intuitive warning, he would have wanted to make a cameo as a robber. Anyway, in the vast desert, this is not the first time that this kind of thing has been done.

But now, he only dared to swallow his saliva and count the gold coins he should get.

"Michiro-sama!".

The tallest sword-wielding guard in the middle behind Michelo suddenly greeted him in a low voice.

Michelo's heart moved, and he turned around. I found that the three guards I had hired had already pressed their hands on the hilt of the big food scimitar, and looked at the young man as if he were looking at a fat sheep.

Michelo knew that at the first command, the three guards would rush up and chop the young man in front of him into pulp.

Still, he shook his head firmly.

"Michilo-sama, since you don't want to get rich, the three of us brothers won't force it. The highest guard took two steps forward, "But that's the end of our employment relationship. Please step away!".

As he finished speaking, the other two people who followed him both pulled out the big scimitar at their waists.

The conversation between Michelo and his three guards was not in Chinese, but Zhuo Yun had understood everything from their flashing knives and the undisguised greed and ill-intentioned gazes. Sighing secretly, he pulled out the LMT-Defender AR-15 pistol on his waist, and fired it three times in a row, bang!

THE NEXT MOMENT, THE THREE GUARDS WHO WERE STILL ARROGANT FELL TO THE GROUND ONE AFTER ANOTHER, AND THERE WAS A TERRIBLE BLOOD HOLE IN FRONT OF EACH OF THEM, AND THE RED BLOOD WAS GURGLING OUTWARD.

Without blinking, Zhuo Yun pointed his gun at Michiro again with an expressionless face.

"It's a pity that I already gave you a chance. "

"No, no, no, Lord Thor, what happened just now was all made by those three damn guys, and I am firmly against it. "

Michiro saw Zhuo Yun aim the mysterious magic weapon of the black hole at him, and he had just seen this thing, his face turned white with fright, and his legs were almost paralyzed and fell to the ground, kowtowing like a smashing onion.

"What did he just say?".

Zhuo Yun turned to the side and looked at Neha Sarita.

Neha Salita looked at Zhuo Yun with obvious awe at this time, and replied humbly: "Lord Thor, he really disagrees with the actions of the three of Zaranado. "

When she heard Neha Salita call herself Thor like Miherero, she wondered if they had mistaken the loud gunshots for thunder. As a result, it was determined that he was Thor, who had the pistol.

However, Zhuo Yun did not correct their thoughts.

Pointing to Michiro, then to the gold coin in front of him, motioning for him to take it and leave.

Michiro, who had picked up a life, was overjoyed, hurriedly thanked him a few times, picked up the gold coin, didn't bother to count it, and ran away in a hurry.

Zhuo Yun looked to his side again: "Neha Sharita, you are free." Go where you want to go. "

PS: Ask for flowers, ask for collections, all kinds of asks!