super fantasy life

Chapter 119

"Oh, ouch, is this old man dead?"

Two crisp sounds and the groan of the frog awakened You Mo Er who had passed out, and he was lying on the ground and humming louder than the frog.

"You Mo Er, you woke up again? You are still alive and well, how can a bad person like you die so easily?"

Mo Jin walked up to You Mo Er and kicked him.

"Master Si, you'd better just kill the old man. It's really a crime for the old man to suffer such a crime at his age."

You Mo Er began to put on a pitiful look again, and acted like a rascal.

"You want to die directly? Isn't that too cheap for you? You have committed too many crimes, and you have to use your pain to pay back bit by bit!"

Mo Jin knew in his heart that if he dealt with someone like Youmoer, he could repay him in his own way.

"Master Si, please spare this old man. With the current state of this old man, I don't have the capital to fight with you at all. You can just forgive this old man. I promise that from now on, I will not leave the palace for half a step, and spend my old age in peace and stability. .”

You Mo Er lay on the ground begging for mercy, looking like a poor old man dying.

"Qiao, you can spare your life, but you must agree to those three conditions."

"Master Si, haven't I already said it? Don't say three, it's three hundred. I agree to them all."

"Of course, you sign here now."

Mo Jin took out the papers he had prepared and put them in front of You Mo Er.

"This, this, this, didn't the old man say that he will come to Dilong Music Square to sign the contract again? Let's make it more grand, and that is also for your sake."

You Mo Er didn't expect that Mo Jin had already prepared the written evidence.

"Do you sign or not?"

Mo Jin raised his hand, and pressed a few times on You Mo Er's [Shenting Point] and [Tianzhu Point] respectively, and then locked his whole body's meridians with the magical art of holding Qi.

"Ah, ah, ah, it hurts me to death, it's so uncomfortable, why is it so uncomfortable! Si, Si, Si, you should kill, kill, kill me, don't torture, torture, torture me like this!"

Youmo held his head in both hands, rolling on the ground in pain.

"Mangy dog, how is it, does it taste good?"

Mo Jin leaned down and asked You Mo Er.

"It's too, too, too uncomfortable, too, too, too sore, ah, please, please, Master Si, let this old man die more happily, let this old man die more happily..."

Youmo II lay on the ground moaning in pain, and gradually passed out.After a while, he woke up and yelled in pain, and then passed out after yelling for a while, and he tossed and tossed over and over again.

After such torture, even Se and Frog, who were standing nearby watching the excitement, couldn't help getting goosebumps all over their bodies.

"My lord, what's wrong with this old thing?"

Ser couldn't stand it.

"Let this mangy dog ​​known as You Mo Er taste the combination of my family's acupressure method and the magical art of holding one's breath, who will tell him not to cry when he sees the coffin."

Mo Jin said coldly.

"Hey, grandpa, oh, young master, you, you, your family's acupressure acupuncture and breath-holding skills are so powerful?"

Frog saw that his nerves were about to collapse.

"Do you want to have a taste of this too?"

Mo Jin raised his hand to the frog.

"Mother, my lord, lord, please forgive me, me, me..."

Before the frog finished speaking, he collapsed on the ground and fainted from fright.

"What a jerk!"

Ser went over and kicked the frog.

"Since he is a softie, why did you save him just now?"

Mo Jin knew that Se was already leaning towards the frog.

"Just now, just now, I didn't save him just now, I just couldn't see that old man killing his own grandson."

Ser hesitated for a moment, blushing and defending.

"Hehe, it's not Meiji who saves the hero? It's the girl who is jealous!"

Mo Jin smiled at Se.

"My lord, there's something wrong with your smile. What do you mean? Can the Rotten Vegetables be considered a hero? He's worse than a bear!"

Se knew that there was a deep meaning in Mo Jin's smile.

"Do you know that a hero may not be able to accompany a woman to live a normal family life, but a tamed bear can bring a woman a lifetime of warmth."

Mo Jin didn't just say this to Se, he also expressed his feelings.

"My lord, I'd rather be a hero for one night than a bear for a lifetime."

Se stood in front of Mo Jin and said loudly.

"You're still young, and you'll understand it later. Well, let's not discuss this for now. The old thing is probably going to be overwhelmed. It's time for him to sign it."

Mo Jin walked to You Moer's side, stretched out his hand and poked him a few more times.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

After You Mo Er gasped for a while, he calmed down a little.

"Old man, should I sign your name?"

Mo Jin put the paper and pen in front of You Mo Er.

"Uh uh uh……"

You Mo Er still just panted, ignoring the paper and pen in front of him.

"Still uncomfortable? It seems to be as comfortable as before."

Mo Jin kicked down and raised his hand.

"No, no, no, it's not uncomfortable, it's not uncomfortable, the old man will sign now, sign now."

Youmo Erji reluctantly picked up a pen to sign and draw a pledge.

"Dragon, I will go to Dilong Music Square tomorrow to receive the relevant assets. I hope you can make relevant preparations. Also, I want to tell you that I pressed a small iron on your head [upper star point] Nail, this little iron nail will give you headaches, dizziness and vomiting at regular intervals, and only I can pull it out."

Mo Jin carefully put the paper signed and pledged by Youmo Er into the chest underwear pocket, and warned him again.

"Master Si, why don't you pull out that small iron nail on the old man's head first? It's really too uncomfortable. This old man will definitely do things according to your request."

You Mo Er begged for the end of ink.

"Don't worry, as long as you behave well, I will naturally pull out the nail for you. Se, let's go. "

Mo Jin strode out of Youmo Er's incomparably luxurious bedroom.

"Hey, there's me too."

Frog got up from the ground as fast as he could and caught up with Mo Jin and Se, leaving You Mo Er, the old dog, lingering on the ground.

"Hey, we're victorious!"

Se excitedly clapped hands with Hou and Qin outside the palace.

"You guys finally came out? You're worried about me."

Kou waited in the yard to exhaust them.

"How are you?"

Mo quickly stepped forward to greet Kong.

"I'm fine, you see, unscathed."

Kun turned around in front of Mo Jin.

"Kun, this time you are the number one hero."

Mo all praised Kong.

"Sister, how did you kill those strange beasts?"

Se couldn't wait to step forward to ask Kong.

"Little sister, you'd better ask the little master how he knew that the old fox set such a trap."

Kun looked at Mo Jin with admiration.

"My lord, how do you know that the person lying on the bed is not the snail itself? Also, how is that fake snail exactly the same as the real one? Also, when did you press the nail on the head of the scorpion?"

Ser asked several questions in one breath.

"Have you finished asking? How many more? Just ask all at once."

As Mo Jin spoke, he got into the carriage first.

"There are quite a few more, little master, what's the matter with the fire you sprayed on the fake scorpion? And..."

Se followed Mo Jin into the carriage.

"Little sister, is your 'and' finished yet? Wait a while before you have more, let me have more first."

Kun interrupted Se endlessly, and asked Mo Jin himself:
"My lord, how did you know that the scorpion would mess with those beasts? How did you know that the potion could turn those beasts into rotten flesh? And..."

(End of this chapter)