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Li Dao's attention was completely focused on the dozen or so sheep, because he realized that they might not be sheep.

Well, the sheep bleated, and their voices were sad and pleading.

Moreover, looking at their eyes, they seemed to be filled with too many things. It was impossible for a sheep to have such a gaze.

The shepherd was already drunk. His cheeks were blushing a little when he noticed Li Dao looking at his sheep. He scolded, "Hey, kid. I advise you not to look around. Otherwise, I'll dig out your eyes."

Li Dao didn't argue with him. He raised his cup of tea and took a sip, revealing a thoughtful expression.

Right at this moment, a Taoist warrior with two goatees hanging on his back and holding a flag walked into the tea stand. Behind him were a few people wearing black robes.

A few people in black robes stood motionlessly by the door. The stench of rotting flesh on them made them feel nauseous.

After the Taoist entered the tea stand, he sat down not far from the shepherd and asked the little old man for a bowl of tea.

The drunken shepherd had a bad temper, so he scolded, "Smelly bastard, stay away from me. Don't disturb my drinking mood."

The Daoist Priest swept his gaze over the shepherd, then looked at the ten or so sheep tied outside the tea shop, and calmly retorted, "Who do I think they are? "So, it's the traffickers from He Shan Dao. They say that I'm a stinky corpse hunter, and that I smell much better than you guys."

"Smelly Taoist of Mao Mountain, you better keep your mouth shut. Otherwise, do you believe that I won't kill you?"

The shepherd wore a ferocious expression, full of murderous intent. He had definitely killed people before, and not just a few.

The Daoist Priest rang the bell and said indifferently, "You can try. Do you think I'm afraid of you? We are all in the martial arts world, and it would be best if we just don't get involved, but if you want to provoke this poor Taoist, this poor Taoist's temper won't be that good. "

The shepherd gave the Taoist a deep look before turning his head away without saying a word. Everyone here was a person who had come out to roam the martial world without hope of reaching immortality. It was as the Taoist had said, it was better to stay in the well and not offend the river.

The two of them did not speak, but Li Dao was thinking a million times.

Gourd Mountain, Mao Mountain Corpse Chasers, He Shan Daoists, why does it sound so familiar?

With everything mixed together, the amount of information was a little too much, causing him to be unable to make heads or tails of it.

However, Li Dao still stood up. It was fine if he did not encounter the matter of abducting and selling women, but since he did, he had to be in charge of it.

Of course, these women were definitely not good people. They would definitely not be able to endure the loneliness, or else they would not have fallen for the shepherd's path.

Li Dao stood up and walked over to the water jar in the tea stand. He filled it with water from the jar and walked over to the ten or so tied up sheep.

Everyone had noticed Li Dao's actions. The ordinary people did not understand what he was trying to do.

The Maoshan Priest stroked his goatee, his eyes filled with schadenfreude.

The shepherd stood up angrily and shouted, "Brat, what are you trying to do?"

Li Dao didn't seem to hear the shepherd's voice as he continued to walk towards the sheep.

The shepherd's expression was cold as he picked up the black goat whip and spat out two words.

"You're courting death!"

As soon as his voice fell, the shepherd leapt towards Li Dao and lashed out with his whip, causing a loud blast in the air.

If this whip were to lash an ordinary person, they would at least cripple him, let alone kill him. However, what he met was Li Dao, an Immortal Soul stage cultivator with a higher cultivation level than He Shandao.

The shepherd rushed in front of Li Dao, his expression ferocious, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Unfortunately, before Li Dao could do anything, he was sent flying by the powerful force and smashed into a table.

Li Dao raised his hand and sprinkled the water from the earthen jar onto the bodies of a dozen sheep. What happened next was shocking to everyone.

After the water splashed on the sheep, the wool quickly fell off, revealing their dazzling white bodies.

How was this a sheep? It was clearly a two-legged sheep. It was still a beautiful two-legged female sheep.

As they fell, the breasts and buttocks of the alluring two-footed sheep were lying on the ground, their butts sticking out, and the fur between their fissures was clearly visible.

The wailing sound caused Li Dao to feel slightly annoyed. He regretted turning these sheep into two-legged lambs. It was so embarrassing!

However, this coincided with the story of how animals were being made in the chatroom. It was just that this shepherd was a demon from He Shan Dao.