weird world corpse

Chapter 120
A gust of wind blew by, and a woman in yellow appeared in front of Fang Mu.

The woman in yellow wears a silver bell around her waist and small bells on her wrists.

When the woman in yellow came, the bells jingled, and it matched with the surrounding breeze, making it really pleasant to hear.

But the Xuanshi around lowered their heads and did not look at the woman in yellow, let alone appreciating the melodious voice.

"Brother Fang, don't look at it." Tie Suanxian lowered his head and reminded: "This is a disciple of Xueling Huanwang, who is good at attacking the mind."

But it was too late to say this, because Fang Mu had already looked over.

Not only did he look at it, but he also scrutinized it unscrupulously from top to bottom, from bottom to top.

Good size, can be held in one hand.

After Director Wu's guidance in the brothel, Fang Mu has slowly adjusted his mentality. As long as it is not too big, he looks quite pleasing to the eye now.

The woman in yellow seemed to sense Fang Mu's gaze, and followed her gaze.

When she saw Fang Mu looking at her in a very old-fashioned way, especially staring at her somewhere, she laughed, angrily.

There was a hint of anger in this smile.

"It seems barely acceptable." Fang Mu touched his chin, and subconsciously said, "But it still takes time to get used to it."

"Barely acceptable?" The woman in yellow looked down at her chest, stunned, like a wood carving.

Then, a feeling of shame and anger arose in my heart!
I'm called a moderate size, okay? Compared to those extraordinarily big coquettish sluts, I'm normal, okay? Your vision is not normal!
The woman in yellow thought about it more and more, she raised her right hand and shook it slightly.

The melodious ringtone came from the bell, and the faces of all the people present changed drastically, showing nervous expressions.

When Fang Mu was about to look back, something suddenly changed in front of him.

A group of burly, naked men surrounded him, as if they were going to discuss something with him.

Fang Mu was stunned for a moment, thinking of the sound of the bell just now, he already understood it.

Just now I heard that this woman in yellow is a disciple of the King of Illusion, and she has the word "Huan", which seems to be an illusion.

But using illusion to deal with him is a bit childish.

A green light flashed in Fang Mu's eyes, and the originally pitch-black pupils turned green in an instant, and countless nodes connected by silk threads appeared in front of Fang Mu's eyes.

Among the densely packed silk threads, there is a spot of light that is particularly conspicuous.

Fang Mu raised his hand and touched towards the light spot.

The smiling woman in yellow froze for an instant, and her face became extremely pale, as if she had been severely injured.

Fang Mu stood up, cast a pair of shadows to escape to the side of the woman in yellow, raised his right hand...

"Snapped!"

There was a loud and clear slap, and the left face of the woman in yellow swelled instantly.

"You..." The woman in yellow was stunned.

Fang Mu sneered, "Are you convinced?"

The woman in yellow covered her face, showing a shocked expression: "You...can you see through my illusion?"

Fang Mu raised his hand again, and slapped the woman in yellow on the other side of the face: "I just glanced at you, but you attacked me, what do you think I should do with you?"

The woman in yellow covered her face with hatred in her eyes: "I am..."

"Shh!"

A bright knife light flashed, and the beautiful head flew high and landed heavily on the ground.

Blood splattered, and the ground of the open space was stained with blood.

Fang Mu put the knife back into its sheath, and said calmly: "Your eyes are full of hatred, so that I can save things later, I will feel bad if I don't kill you."

This scene stunned everyone present.

This is the disciple of Xueling Huanwang, and he was beheaded in an instant. It was just a face-to-face meeting, and everyone didn't even know what conflict happened.

Seeing this scene, Tie Suanxian turned his head and whispered to Chen Yan and others: "Have you seen it, do you think your luck is particularly good?"

Chen Yan and the others nodded repeatedly, all showing expressions of lingering fear.

After killing someone, Fang Mu returned to his position and waited quietly.

The originally scattered crowd retreated subconsciously, so as not to let the evil god see them upset and directly strike them.

Fang Mu ignored these people, closed his eyes and meditated.

"Brother Fang, do you want to get rid of all these people?" Tie Suanxian came over and said in a low voice, "If they see these things, if they reach the ears of Xueling Huanwang, I'm afraid it won't be very good."

Fang Mu opened his eyes, scanned the crowd, shook his head and said, "No need."

Everyone bowed their heads after being swept by Fang Mu's gaze.

"But the phantom king of Xueling is very powerful in Xueling." Tie Suanxian was a little worried.

Fang Mu smiled and said, "Is there anyone who cut off the arm of the owner of the ghost city?"

Tie Suanxian was taken aback, then shook his head.

The person who can kill the owner of the ghost market is not worthy of the Xueling Magic King to carry his shoes.

"That's it." Fang Mu shrugged.

These days, who doesn't have any background.

There is no need to be a fool with a background.

After this matter is over, ask someone to tell Director Wu that he is only such an apprentice, so is it possible that he allows others to bully the small?

Fang Mu paused, and said, "Besides, it's useful to keep them."

"Oh?" Tie Suanxian didn't understand, so he couldn't understand Fang Mu's meaning at all.

Fang Mu whispered: "If you encounter danger inside, they are a good shield."

Tie Suanxian was stunned for a moment, then sighed after realizing it.

Fang Mu didn't say anything more, preparing for the opening of the mysterious site.

……

In a forest not far from the clearing, a man in a black uniform was sitting cross-legged.

The man had a Yanling Saber slung around his waist, and the cuff of his left sleeve was bulging, and he didn't know what it contained.

A gloomy aura can be seen from between the man's brows.

At this time, a wind came, and a man also wearing a black uniform came over.

"Master Zhang Liu." The man said respectfully, "The Huan Wang sect provoked Wu Zuo, and he has already been killed by Wu Zuo on the spot."

"Oh?" Zhang Liu opened his eyes, changed from sitting cross-legged to standing, and said in a hoarse voice: "There is no sign, just kill him?"

"That's right." The man nodded.

Zhang Liu pondered for a moment, then waved his hand and said, "Go down, do what you have to do, and leave the mysterious ruins to me."

As soon as this sentence came out, the man was stunned.

"Master Zhang." The man thought over and over again, and whispered: "If you want to get rid of Fang Mu, it might not be the best time... Ugh!"

Before he finished speaking, the man suddenly felt a chill rise from his back.

The source of the chill was Zhang Liu, who was looking at him with gloomy eyes at this moment.

The man swallowed his saliva, and said with an unnatural expression: "My lord, you are... this subordinate did not make a mistake."

Zhang Liu walked around the man and sneered.

The man was even more puzzled, completely unable to understand what Zhang Liu meant.

(End of this chapter)