Chapter 980

"Can they still have what the emperor wants in a small Licheng?"

Mo Wentian's eyes flickered with cold light and said in a cold voice.

"Boss, I understand!"

"I know what to do!"

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Xiao Jiao instantly understood.

The next moment, looking at the boy, Xiao Jiao's eyes suddenly cooled down.

"Little bastard, your grandpa Xiaojiao, my condition is..."

"Is to kill you!"

The cold voice sounded, and the killing intention in Xiaojiao's eyes burst out.

"The Dragon wags its tail!"

"Death!"

The next moment, Xiao Jiao gave a cold drink, and his figure quickly circled in the void.

"No..."

"You can't kill me. I'm the young Lord of Licheng. My father is the Lord of Licheng. If you kill me, my father will never let you go!"

Looking at the familiar dragon waving its tail towards itself, the young man's eyes were full of fear.

His body trembled, and what's more, a smell of smell filled the air, focusing on teenagers.

The place where he was was was wet.

"Eh... The young city Lord is usually so arrogant and domineering. Now he is scared to pee by a monster in the early days of the king of heaven. It's really ridiculous!"

"The villain will always have retribution. Is there less bullying in Licheng?"

"Today's Shenlong shot is really great. It's a hot favor in Licheng!"

"The strong in the later stage of the king of heaven dare not fight back in front of the monsters in the early stage of the king of heaven. What's the difference between this and waste!"

……

In front of the inn, countless martial artists looked at the boy with disdain in their eyes.

Some martial artists are even more happy on their faces.

Listening to the young man's words, the evil smile raised by Xiao Jiao's mouth became more and more rich.

In the next moment, the figure flashed, and its tail, dozens of feet in size, was directly thrown at the boy's head.

"You, you, you..."

The boy looked at the oncoming little Jiao, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"Bang..."

A burst sound came.

In the void, the boy's head exploded directly, red and white things were everywhere, and the rich smell of blood quickly spread.

Xiao Jiao directly shook and exploded the boy's head. Even the spirit didn't have time to escape.

"Boss, the task is completed!"

At this time, Xiao Jiao's figure flashed and appeared beside Mo Wentian.

Looking at Mo Wentian, his eyes flashed and he said with a happy face.

"Well, not bad!"

Mo asked Heaven and nodded, saying coldly.

"Boss, what about the rest of the waiter?"

It seemed that he remembered something. Xiao Jiao looked at Mo Wentian and said in a deep voice with a cold flash in his eyes.

"This person naturally needs to be dealt with. Don't worry!"

Mo Wentian glanced at the waiter with a scornful face, and then said indifferently.

"Boss..."

Xiao Jiao opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but looking at Mo Wentian's bland expression, Xiao Jiao knew that Mo Wentian had his own plan.

To the mouth, but swallowed back.

"The young city Lord is dead!"

The next moment, in front of the inn, a startling cry sounded.

As this startling cry rang out, inside and outside the inn, there was instant disruption.

"Who on earth is this person? He dares to kill the young city Lord. If the city Lord knows, the city Lord must be crazy!"

"I think we'd better leave quickly, lest the city Lord come and harm us!"

"Go, go!"

……

Inside and outside the inn, figures left quickly.

Just now, in front of the crowded Inn, but a few breaths, it was empty.

"You..."

"You... You killed the young city Lord!"

Just now, the waiter, who was flattering the young city master, also wanted to escape, but now he found that his body was shaking, and he didn't even have the strength to lift his feet and leave.

Looking at Mo Wentian, the waiter's eyes were full of fear.

Especially when he thought of his attitude towards Mo Wentian and others just now, his whole body was sitting on the ground.

The young city master has been killed by Mo Wentian, which makes the waiter's heart cool for a while.

The young city Lord died, and also died in front of him. He seemed to have imagined that he was crazy and angry.

"The emperor never likes someone to be arrogant in front of him. The emperor has given him the opportunity to shut up, but unfortunately, he didn't seize it!"

"No wonder this emperor!"

"What's more, he is looking for death himself. If he dies, he will die!"

Looking at the waiter in front of you, don't ask the sky. Your voice is very indifferent.

It's just the son of the Lord of a small town of the tianniu clan. If you die, you'll die!

Among the tianniu people, there are 108 cities, each of which has a city owner.

The higher the ranking, the stronger the strength. On the contrary, the lower the ranking, the weaker the strength.

Among the 108 cities of the tianniu nationality, Licheng ranked 106.

The city master of Licheng, his cultivation is no more than the perfection of the king of heaven.

"Dead, dead?"

The waiter felt his body tremble for a while.

At this moment, I don't know whether it was because of fear or why, the waiter's face was pale without the slightest blood.

That's the son of the Licheng City Lord. Will he die if he dies?

"My guest, i... I know I'm wrong. Please forgive me!"

"This is the fifty artifact you just checked in for me. I'll give it back to you!"

"In addition, I will give you two artifacts in the middle of the king level!"

In the next moment, the waiter seemed to think of something, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

With a pop, he knelt in front of Mo Wentian and begged for mercy.

With that, he took out the fifty artifact of Mo Wentian, plus two artifact in the middle of the king level.

"King level intermediate artifact?"

Smell the words, don't ask the sky, and raise an evil smile at the corners of your mouth.

Don't ask Tianke about the artifact in the middle of the king level?

"Boss, what nonsense with this boy!"

"He's such a force, just kill him directly!"

Xiao Jiao's figure flashed and fell on Mo Wentian's shoulder, saying in a deep voice.

"Grandpa Shenlong, don't kill me!"

"Don't kill me!"

Listening to Xiao Jiao's words, the waiter turned his eyes to Xiao Jiao and kowtowed repeatedly to beg for mercy.

"Xiao Jiao, I'll leave it to you!"

"Ben Di goes back to his room first!"

Don't ask the cold flash in the sky's eyes and the cold voice.

Then he stepped out and walked directly upstairs.

"Boss, it'll be ready soon!"

Xiao Jiao's face was full of evil laughter.

Then Xiao Jiao's figure flashed, and a phantom went directly to the waiter's chest.

"Ah..."

A scream sounded.

Immediately, the waiter's body fell directly to the ground.

A hole the size of a bowl appeared in his chest, and blood surged out, and a strong smell of blood filled the air.