undead warrior

Chapter 12

"The servant is free, and the house is enough!"

After finishing speaking, Mo Wentian jumped off the boulder, took Yun'er's hand and walked inside, the people gave way automatically, and they didn't even pay the city entry tax.

"You raised your head to talk to him just now, why didn't you hit him?" When the two of them disappeared, Mo Wuwei shouted suddenly, but Mo Shibao ignored him, turned around and left.

Being ignored again, Mo Wuwei looked at Mo Shibao, then at the dead horse, and then at the direction Mo Wentian left, his eyes showed anger.

There was no gatekeeper in the internal affairs hall, and the two entered the courtyard, but they were thrown out when they were about to enter the hall.

"What are you doing? Is the Internal Affairs Hall a place where you can break free? Get out..."

Bitter words came from a man dressed as a slave in blue, and he stretched out his arms to block the door.

Since he came out of the crystal coffin, people have been looking for trouble. Mo Wentian thought he had bad luck, but now a servant dared to chase him away, his eyes narrowed fiercely, and he shouted angrily.

"I'm here to get the title deed of the house."

The servant was startled at first, then looked at the clothes of the two, Mo Wentian's clothes were clean, but Yun'er was covered in patches, she was just a beggar.Looking down, Yun'er was barefoot, and her feet were still covered with mud.

"You two are here to get the house title deed? What about the money?"

"I have plenty of money, but..."

Before he could finish speaking, the voice was interrupted, and the servant said with a look of disdain, "If you are rich enough to buy a house, I will call you father."

"Damn it! Open your dog eyes and see what this is?"

A handful of corpse crystals were grabbed by Mo Wentian, the slave's eyeballs popped out, and then there was greed on his face.

"You must have stolen it, bring it to me."

He stretched out his hand to snatch it, but there was a flash of cold light, Mo Wentian pulled out the hatchet from Yun'er's waist and quickly chopped it down.He only felt a lightness on his wrist, and he watched dumbly as his palm fell to the ground, blood spurted out, and Mo Wentian dodged sideways.

"what……"

There was a scream, and all the spectators in the room ran out, and among them was a person wearing the Mo family's black-bottomed costume, and immediately surrounded the two of them.

"Dare to be presumptuous in the Internal Affairs Hall, take it down for me!"

Hum!
The middle-aged Mo's family had just issued an order, and the hatchet in Mo Wentian's hand hummed, which was the result of the impact of profound energy on the blade.

"Wait a moment!"

The person who gave the order hastened to change his words. To be able to use profound energy must be at the Meridian Realm. If he was a disciple of the family, it would be fine to cut off the hand of a disrespectful servant, and it would be fine to kill him.

The middle-aged man immediately asked with a pleasant face, "Which family are you from? I didn't say anything in advance, and I almost misunderstood."

"Are you the head of the internal affairs hall?" Mo Wentian answered irrelevantly.

"I don't have that ability. I'm just a small steward in charge of daily affairs. Are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am." Mo Wentian handed the blood-stained hatchet to Yun'er, put the corpse crystal back into the ghost ring, threw the token to the steward, and said, "Mo Shibao That guy told me to take the token to get the title deed of the house, but this dog slave wouldn’t let me in, and he dared to speak ill of me.”

The token was real, and what was even more shocking was the word Mo Shibao, and the storage ring on Mo Wentian's hand.

"Help me..."

The dog servant was also frightened, clutching his broken arm and howling.

Who is Mo Shibao? He is the eldest grandson of the head of the family. He loves to stir up trouble. He makes troubles when nothing happens. A few days ago, he just made a huge mess, but he was punished by the head of the house to guard the gate. It shows how much he is loved. .

"Fuck you!" The steward kicked the servant and waved his hand, "Drag it out and chop it up."

The slaves live like ants, and let the master's family kill and plunder, this time bullying others is a kick to the iron plate.Never should, never should, Mo Wentian should not have been charged with theft, if the charge is proven, then his hands will be chopped off, and he will be useless.

"This young master please come inside."

The manager respectfully invited, but Mo Wentian didn't appreciate it.

"No, give me the title deed, I'm busy."

"I'll get it for you right now."

After using all the honorifics, he ran in and got back the land deed and a bunch of keys with tokens in a short time.Mo Wentian didn't even look at it, he threw it into the ghost ring, dragged Yun'er and left.

"Brother, my grandfather told me last time that you must be safe in the city and not cause trouble. You can't cause trouble anymore!"

Not far from the door, Rou'er spoke in an educational tone, and Mo Wentian smiled and rubbed her head.

"What do you know, good people are bullied by others, and good horses are ridden by others. If you want not to be bullied, you have to be feared by others. But you must also learn to judge the situation. If you don't have the strength to shout, it's an idiot. Don't learn from it." For me, I should cultivate hard.”

Yun'er's little head was a little messed up, and she simply shook her head, "I don't care so much, if you kill someone, I'll go to battle, if you steal something, I'll let you go, we brothers and sisters will fight together."

Mo Wentian was taken aback for a moment, then laughed out loud, having such a younger sister in this life is enough!

(End of this chapter)