Chapter 981

But just walked to the stairs, a trembling figure appeared in front of Mo Wentian.

"My guest, I think you'd better leave here early!"

"If you kill the son of the city Lord, I'm afraid it won't be long before the people of the city Lord's mansion will surround you. At that time, it will be difficult for you to leave!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, a middle-aged man said in a slightly trembling voice.

This person is no other than the boss of this inn.

Although he said so to Mo Wentian, his own heart was full of despair.

The young city Lord died in front of him and in his inn. Now he can't get rid of the relationship.

When the Lord's mansion comes, his end is undoubtedly death!

He also thought about escaping from Licheng to other places.

But his cultivation is only the middle stage of the king of heaven. Such cultivation, no matter where he escapes, can't escape the clutches of the city master.

"It's hard to leave?"

Mo Wentian was slightly stunned and recovered. Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him, Mo Wentian smiled.

"Boss, I still feel a little friendly when I look at the boss of the inn!"

Magic day stretched out his furry claws, scratched his head, and said with a smile.

"Well, with his words, boss, let's save this man!"

At this time, Xiao Jiao's arrogant voice came.

Behind Xiao Jiao, a corpse fell to the ground. The owner of the corpse was no other than the waiter.

"Help me?"

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly.

Don't ask the sky in front of you. Your accomplishments can't be compared with the initial stage of the king of heaven. Although the power shown by Xiao Jiao has reached the peak of the king of heaven.

But if the city Lord came, Xiao Jiao would still not be the opponent of the city Lord. At that time, they could not even protect their own lives. How could they save him?

"Xiao Jiao, your strength has been doubted?"

Looking at the face of the middle-aged man, Huan Tian said with a bad smile.

Although magic day's mouth said so, magic day's heart had no doubt about Xiao Jiao's words.

In front of Xiao Jiao, the city master of a little Heavenly King's perfect realm is really nothing!

"Are you doubting our strength?"

Hearing this, Xiao Jiao just glanced at the magic sky.

The next moment, Xiao Jiao's figure flashed and fell on Mo Wentian's shoulder. Looking at the middle-aged man, Xiao Jiao said something unhappy.

"This..."

The middle-aged man looked at Xiao Jiao and opened his mouth. He wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

However, at the moment, Licheng, the highest and most luxurious city Lord's mansion, is in the main hall.

A middle-aged man sat on the Lord's seat with no expression on his face, but he gave people a feeling of not being angry and powerful.

"The big thing is bad!"

"Things are bad..."

Suddenly, a startling voice came.

Following the sound came a trembling figure.

"Useless thing, what happened? You should be so flustered. What's the matter!"

The man sitting on the Lord glanced at the figure viciously and shouted coldly.

"Lord..."

"Big things are bad, big things are bad!"

"Young Lord, he..."

"He was beheaded at the Qingming inn!"

The trembling figure, kneeling on the ground, seemed to be a hard way with all his strength.

"What?"

"What did you say?"

"My Jill was beheaded?"

Hearing the words, the middle-aged man sitting on the Lord stood up instantly, but his eyes were somewhat incredible.

His jie'er just went out for less than a quarter of an hour and was killed?

"Who killed my Jay..."

The next moment, when he came to his senses, the middle-aged man slapped his palm directly on the table next to the Lord, and the table was instantly smashed.

Angry voices rang out, and a terrible and boundless momentum rose from the city Lord's mansion.

At the same time, all the disciples in the city master's mansion changed their looks one by one.

"What's the matter? What's the matter with our Lord?"

"It's said that the young city Lord died and was beheaded at the Qingming inn!"

"Die well, that bastard, who often relies on his father to be the city master, dominates the city and does all kinds of evil. He should have died long ago, but he is the son of the city master of Licheng. Who on earth dares to kill him in Licheng?"

"The only son was killed. I watched the city lord go crazy!"

……

At this moment, not only the city Lord's mansion, but also the whole Calendar City was shocked at this moment.

The news of the death of the son of the city Lord quickly spread all over the city.

"Say, who killed Jay?"

In the next moment, the figure of the middle-aged man flashed and disappeared directly in place.

When he appeared again, he had appeared in front of the disciples who came to report. Looking at the trembling figure in front of him, the middle-aged man shouted loudly.

"Reply... Reply to the Lord..."

"It's a dragon monster, and there's a young man. They're in the Qingming inn now!"

Looking at the angry City Lord, trembling way.

"Good!"

"Very good!"

A few simple words, but it seems to be squeezed out of the teeth, very cold.

The next moment, the middle-aged man's eyes narrowed slightly, and a palm fell directly on the head of the disciple in front of him.

"Bang..."

In the hall, a burst sound came.

I saw the disciple who came to report, his head directly exploded, red and white things everywhere, a strong smell of blood, instantly diffuse.

"Lord, let's go and avenge younger martial brother Jie!"

"Yes, Lord, let's go and revenge for younger martial brother Jie!"

……

At this time, in the main hall of the city Lord's mansion, figures hurried forward, with confident faces.

"Kill the son of the city Lord, and the city Lord will go himself!"

The middle-aged man clenched his hands into fists, and a terrible killing intention rose in his eyes.

At this moment, in the Qingming inn.

"My guest, please leave quickly!"

"Our inn is over!"

"It's over!"

In the inn, the owner of the inn, looking at Mo Wentian and others standing in place, seemed to have no intention of leaving, and said again.

But his face was pale without the slightest blood color, and his eyes were full of absence.

Although Xiao Jiao said he wanted to save him, his heart was very moved, but thinking of the accomplishments of Xiao Jiao and others, he didn't believe that Xiao Jiao and others could really save him!

"Coming!"

At this time, Mo Wentian seemed to find something, and his eyes flashed.

With Mo Wentian's words, I only felt a terrible and boundless momentum, approaching the inn infinitely.

This terrible power has reached the peak of the heavenly king, and it is only one step away from the perfection of the heavenly king.

In addition, there are dozens of strong smells of the late king of heaven.