Genius commoner

Chapter 131 Soaring into the sky

"In prisons, harmony is king and a win-win situation."

The Dark Lord also waved someone to drag out a box from the inside, which looked like cigarettes, beer, and more than a dozen kinds of snacks. The Dark Lord patted the box and added: "If you are willing to turn war into jade, I am also willing to take out this box and divide it equally. You know, in this prison, everything in it is extremely precious, priceless."

The 13 people around him also nodded with difficulty. This was something that belonged to them, but now it is divided into half of the two, and they are somewhat conflicted. After all, it is difficult to buy these things if they have money. Mo Qixiong glanced at the box and curled his lips in disdain: " Turning hostility into friendship? Why didn’t you say it when there were so many people just now? Don’t you feel it’s too late now?”

"Besides, I knocked you all down, and the whole box is ours."

"You are strong, but we are not weak."

There was blood in the Dark Lord's eyes: "And you have already consumed a lot of physical strength. At the end of the day, if you are really going to die, you won't get any good." He laid out the pros and cons in a deep voice. Exercise strength, and the soft ringing did not stop for an instant, the muscles in the arms became hard, revealing the knotted blue veins:

"Instead of giving it a go and losing both sides, it's better for everyone to return to their respective positions and spend the night without breaking the river!"

He also added viciously: "And I'm not afraid to tell you, I still have 800 black brothers in the rest of the warehouse, plus the best friends of these people on the ground, at least [-] people, and they will work for me without hesitation , even if we are killed tonight, we can get back the lottery tomorrow, why don't we stop and be friends?"

Ye Zixuan looked at the sick young man: "Mei Zishu, give me a suggestion, should I turn the fight with the Dark Lord into friendship?"

The sick young man rubbed his heart, opened his eyes and smiled: "How can you allow other people to sleep soundly on the side of the couch? And the two sides have already quarreled like this, do you think it is still possible to not interfere with the river? The reason why the Dark Lord took the initiative to show weakness is because he did not Find the right opportunity, if you really listen to their nonsense, you will be killed if you squint your eyes tonight."

"If you want to sleep well tonight, you have to beat them one by one!"

Ye Zixuan smiled: "Incisive."

The Dark Lord snarled: "Mei Zishu, you betrayed me?"

The sick young man smiled wryly: "I have already split with you, and I know your personality well. You will definitely settle accounts because of my initial reminder. If you win them, you will think that my talkativeness affects morale. If you lose, you will also look at me It's not pleasing to the eye, that is, I saw the danger of these two people, but I didn't insist on stopping your siege."

"And you just said that you will deal with me severely afterwards."

"I'm dead on both sides, so it's better to die quickly and bring you to be buried with me."

The Dark Lord gritted his teeth: "Mei Zishu, I will definitely let you die."

"Old black, don't brag, take care of yourself first."

Speaking of this, Mo Qixiong twisted his neck and took another step. The thirteen people subconsciously squeezed closer to the Dark Lord, as if they wanted to huddle together to gain some confidence. , No one wants to be punched by Mo Qixiong, or stepped on by the Dark Lord.

The corner of the Dark Demon King's mouth twitched. He didn't expect the conspiracy in his heart to be exposed. He really thought about a blow in the middle of the night. He didn't expect that Mo Qixiong was not the Overlord of Chu, and he was completely unaffected by the sugar-coated shells. Looking at his slowly approaching body, his eyelids couldn't stop. Stopped jumping, wanted to move back, but was overwhelmed by the reputation accumulated over the years, this retreat, how will you see people in the future?
Mo Qixiong hooked his fingers at them and said, "Do it."

"You think it's a gift to not move us, so you definitely think I won't move you?"

"You guys are so naive, so naive! I always kill bears by cutting their throats before resting."

Mo Qixiong sneered as he approached. The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer, and the atmosphere was tense again.

When Mo Qixiong confronted the Dark Lord and the others, Ye Zixuan wandered over to Mei Zishu and said with a smile, "Hello, Mei Zishu."

The sick young man opened his eyes, and there was a touch of warmth on his face: "Ye Zixuan, hello."

Leaning against the wall, Ye Zixuan pointed at the person in front of him: "Don't you want to say something about this scene?"

Mei Zishu smiled faintly: "Heaven can do evil, but man can do evil."

Ye Zixuan gave a thumbs up and praised: "Brilliant! You'll mess with me from now on." He patted Mei Zishu on the shoulder: "I'll let you live for three more years."

"Live three more years?"

Mei Zishu's dull eyes instantly brightened, and he looked sideways at Ye Zixuan: "You,, know?"

"I'll sleep for a while."

Ye Zixuan didn't respond to Mei Zishu's surprise, moved his body and sat on the bed of the Dark Lord, and kicked out the messy things of the Dark Lord, such as scriptures, washbasins, water glasses, towels, crosses, photo albums, all scattered on the ground, Then lay down on the wooden bed covered with blankets: "The triangular-eyed policeman is here, call me again."

"Also, help me think of an excuse to put them off."

Mei Zishu nodded respectfully: "Yes."

Seeing Ye Zixuan ostentatiously occupying his own territory, kicking his things away arrogantly, his dignity being trampled on continuously, and his face being slapped fiercely, the Dark Lord's dignified old face instantly became furious, he clenched his fists and roared to the 13 people around him: "Scholars can be killed but not humiliated. This king will fight with them tonight. Brothers, let's go together."

The Dark Lord charged directly, on the way, but found that he was the only one charging.

The remaining 13 people stayed in place or even moved backwards.

Dog days!No morality, no morality.

The Dark Lord, who had no way out, was annoyed that his companions betrayed him at critical moments, but they could be cowards, but he, the Dark Lord, couldn't. How would he mess around after bowing his head?
In many cases, the name is a shackle, allowing you to stretch but not bend.

The Dark Lord roared, stretched out his arms, clenched his fists, and rushed towards Mo Qixiong like a gorilla.

"Good come!"

Mo Qixiong sank his right hand, and with a low growl, his body violently violently.

He shot out like a broken arrow, facing the huge body of the Dark Lord, and ruthlessly pushed towards him.

At the same time, extend your palm forward to block the opponent's fist.

Fists and palms intersected, and there was a loud noise, Mo Qixiong retreated half a step, but the Dark Lord slid two meters away.

After the Dark Lord stabilized his body, he tore off his clothes to reveal the thick black chest hair, then roared and rushed forward, blasting the strongest punch with his right hand.

Mo Qixiong didn't back down, but also came to a head-to-head confrontation.

The two fists collided, and the strength raged, creating waves of air that spread around.

The two backed out again, Mo Qixiong's face did not change at all, he was still full of fighting spirit, but the Dark Demon King's eyes were full of pain, his face was ferocious, his muscles trembled, and his joints were injured by Mo Qixiong. However, the Dark Lord's movements did not stop at all, he swung his painful fist twice, and punched again hysterically.

He didn't believe that Mo Qixiong's tenacity was better than his own.

The Dark Lord was fast, and Mo Qixiong was even faster.

The Dark Lord's fist had just hit halfway, and Mo Qixiong had already passed through the opponent's arms.

His fist slammed into the Dark Lord's chest.

With a muffled sound, the Dark Lord was punched until his ribs were broken, and his back slammed against the solid wall.

He grunted in pain, feeling as if his back was about to break, Mo Qixiong didn't stop there, grabbed the chest of the Dark Demon King who had lost his combat power... Mao, mercilessly snorted and pulled a handful, the black The Demon King screamed again in pain, Mo Qixiong moved his left hand lightly, and easily removed the Dark Demon King's mandible.

The Dark Lord's eyes widened in horror, and he dragged his chin with one hand. He jumped up and down in pain but couldn't make a sound. Instinctively, he raised his other hand, and swung at Mo Qixiong fiercely. , Mo Qixiong snorted coldly, grabbed his arm at once, then twisted it hard, and there was a crisp "click".

The Dark Lord's right shoulder was unexpectedly dislocated.

Seeing the Dark Lord leaning against the wall gasping for air in pain, Mo Qixiong slowly walked up to him: "Are you still playing?"

The Dark Lord shook his head and backed away, and the prisoners behind him quickly dispersed.

The 13 people held their heads in their hands, looking harmless to humans and animals, and drawing a clear line from the Dark Lord.

"Go, take your people, go to the door."

Mo Qixiong waved his finger: "Speak up, call Jiang Dachun an idiot."

Mei Zishu's eyelids twitched, but he quickly regained his composure.

The Dark Lord shook his head subconsciously. He didn't know who Jiang Dachun was, but knowing it was definitely not a good thing. Mo Qixiong took a step forward, pressed down on the Dark Lord who was trying to avoid him, stretched out the fingers of his left hand, and jabbed into the muscle under the collarbone of the opponent. Then, the index finger hooked the collarbone and lifted it up vigorously. All the prisoners froze and their faces turned green.

They can feel that pain.

Had the Dark Lord's jaw been intact, his howls of pain would have rang through the sky.

Just when the Dark Demon King turned pale and felt that the collarbone on his left shoulder was about to be pulled out of his body, Mo Qixiong let go of his fingers. He held the Dark Demon King's chin with his blood-stained left hand, and then pushed hard, click, click With a soft sound, he took back his dislocated jaw and patted his old face: "Now, can we go to the door?"

The Dark Lord scrambled to the door, and the rest of the prisoners followed.

"Jiang Dachun, you idiot!"

In the deep prison, the Dark Lord and the others sternly roared:
"Jiang Dachun, you bastard..."

Hearing the police whistle and footsteps sounding outside, Ye Zixuan opened his eyes slightly, looked at the ceiling and sighed: "The wind really never stops."

Also on this night, the ancient Buddha walked out of the altar where he chanted scriptures all the year round, looked at the long-awaited Bai Qiuhua at the door, and smiled faintly:
"Many people think that I am old, but they don't know that the eagle is just taking a nap."

"It's time to let them see what it means to soar into the sky."

(End of this chapter)