Butcher? Executioner? I know that many people like to call me this behind their backs. Thank you for your support. I will continue to work hard to keep it up. ————Li Mo said.

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Feeling the six evil eyes looking at him and the little fairy up and down, this unscrupulous contempt made Li Mo very angry. But reason told him that he would never be the opponent of these six people holding weapons with the horse under his crotch. If he met him naked and naked (except for a sack that covers shame), he would probably be able to do anything even if Bruce Lee was resurrected.

Silence and depression enveloped this past harmonious grassland, like a cake that could suffocate with just a bite, placed in front of Li Mo.

Li Mo protected the trembling little fairy behind him. He held up the sack that covered his lower body, dug his nose, and grinned his teeth and squinted his six people surrounding him from time to time. From time to time, Li Mo swears to the giant moon above his head that it is definitely not that he has the habit of scratching the hooligan under his crotch. The reason for doing this is because the place where mosquitoes bite itched again during the day.

"Werewolf, where are your family?" The man called "Head" looked up at the outrageous moon in the sky, and finally broke the silence: "Tell me the elves behind you, as a reward, can you choose any thing you like in us?"

Li Mo was stunned for a long time by the other party's call of a werewolf. After a while, he realized that he was calling him, and he couldn't help but be angry and funny. He just didn't have clothes to wear. He put a sack on his lower body when he really had no choice. How could he become a werewolf in the eyes of the other party? Moreover, this person obviously did not speak elf, but he could understand what he said meant, and probably the effect of "natural embrace".

"Werewolf! Why don't you answer?" The leader rode on the horse and looked around. Although the moon on his head was very big, bright and round, his eyesight was definitely not as good as in the daytime. Li Mo thought to himself that this guy must be pretending to be b.

I don’t know if he really saw something in the distance, and kept urging: “Do you agree or not? If you don’t agree, we will take it!”

Seeing the other party waving the scimitar covered with unknown oil impatiently, Li Mo bounced the booger in his hand while yelling in his tone: "Wait!"

"Hmm? Why should I wait?" The other party was obviously stunned by Li Mo and asked foolishly: "What are you interested in? What else do you have to consider?"

Li Mo looked at the tattered leather armor and the black-painted scimitar on these six people, and cursed in his heart, which item on these wives gave them the confidence to use tatters to exchange for elves? Not to mention that he had designated the little fairy as his wife, Li Mo and the little fairy didn't know each other, and meeting by chance could not allow such a beautiful girl to fall into the hands of these six bandits!

"I want a knife, the knife in your hands!" Li Mo said to the leader with a slutty mouth: "Give me your knife!"

"Okay!" The leader drove the pony under him, pinched the tip of the knife with his right hand and raised his left hand in the air, indicating that he did not bring any other weapons, slowly walked to Li Mo and handed the handle to Li Mo.

Seeing Li Mo take the scimitar from his hand, the bandit leader breathed a sigh of relief. He was still riding on the horse, but his hand had already grabbed the little fairy behind Li Mo.

"Ah!" Sanoyas screamed in shock. The leader thought that this cute elf was sighing for his bumpy fate in the future.

He did not see the unbelievable horror that appeared in the eyes of the subordinate who was facing him, and he could never notice it again, because he saw his familiar and unfamiliar body losing his head and falling down from the horse crookedly. The originally thick and powerful hands had already hung down decadently, and with the out-of-control body, they slid down from the saddle. Where is my head? This was his last thought before his death.

The remaining five bandits roared with the slogan "Wula Wula", raised the dirty scimitar in their hands high above their heads, and rode their horses towards Li Mo and the little fairy.

Li Mo was so excited that he even had a bubble of snot. He pressed the little fairy to the ground, and then lay on the little fairy himself, ready to resist the scimitar that was about to come one after another. The muscles bulged with blue veins visible to the naked eye, and the body instinctively reflected a crisis warning signal.

Li Mo, who made the most negative resistance at this moment, didn't think too much. He just felt that even if he was a mantis arm, he would never let the little fairy be killed by these dirty bandits in front of him. If he was destined to die, then let himself come first.

A strange sound of cracks came from behind. The scene where he imagined that he would turn into a piece of butter cut by a knife did not appear. The wild grass around him, which was originally only a punch, became three meters long, forming a cylindrical grass blade shield that protected Li Mo and the little fairy inside.

Seeing the little fairy sitting on the ground singing something, mysterious syllables came out with the little fairy's beautiful and seductive mouth closing every time. The moonlight sprinkled on her head made her look sacred and undesecrated, Li Mo was a little confused.

The sound of the knife slashing on the grass leaves pulled Li Mo back from his fantasy. Through the gap, he saw five outsiders jumping off their horses and constantly holding dirty scimitars in his hands and chopping the giant grass leaves that were used by the little fairy. Every time the sword fell, a sound of cracks came in. The face of the little fairy who kept singing became worse and worse with the grass clippings that were chopped away by the bandits.

Li Mo felt very distressed when he saw it. The scimitar held in his hand suddenly stabbed a bandit outside the grass leaf in the chest. This was just an instinctive reaction in his negative emotions. The scene in which he expected was blocked by the grass leaf back into the scimitar did not appear.

With a "puff", the bandits and the scimitar inserted into their chest fell down. The other four bandits and Li Mo were both stunned by this situation at the same time, and Old Li didn't even hold the knife firmly.

Li Mo smiled bitterly. Now he was completely stupid. These grass leaves had no resistance to the inside. He just walked away a little and disappeared. He even lost the guy in his hand. When the little fairy couldn't hold on to the magic, he would definitely explain to the little fairy for a hundred pounds.

Seeing the little fairy's paler face, Li Mo gritted his teeth, rushed out of the grass blade shield with a scimitar, and picked up the scimitar of the brother who had just fallen to the ground because of a knife in his heart.

The other four bandits were scared by Lao Li's sneak attack, so after they were stunned just now, they hid far away. When the grass leaf shield disappeared, they rushed up and chopped Li Mo into meat sauce. They never thought that there would be a fool who would come out of the magic shield and take the initiative to escape from the shield's protection to face the four people on their side. It would be like seeking death. I guess fool would not do this.

Especially the thin monkey who was scared away by Lao Li during the day, his eyes were full of complexity when he looked at Li Mo.

Li Mo was also surprised to see that the other party was not rushing up, and he was nervous. However, while the other party was still a little far away from him, Li Mo stepped on the shoulder of the bandit who was stabbed to death and pulled out the scimitar in his chest. However, when he was drawing the sword, a large amount of fishy blood spurted out from the wound of the long-dead brother Tai, making Lao Li full of color.

"Bah!" Li Mo spitted out a mouthful of blood that had just sprayed into his mouth, holding a scimitar in one hand, barely wearing an upper body and a sack on the lower body, staring fiercely at the four bandits opposite who were still in a dull state.

At this time, Lao Li felt that he was very brave. He could shock the four bandits without a guy in his hand. Now he had guys in his hands. These four bandits would definitely not dare to fight with him. Humph, the more he thought about it, the more proud he became, the more he felt that he was already comparable to the powerful general in Changbanpo battle in the Three Kingdoms era - Zhao Zilong, Changshan, who shined in the battle of Changbanpo in the Three Kingdoms era.

Li Mogang was so erotic that he had been fantasizing for a while, but the four bandits had already rushed over with the scimitar in their hands.

"Kill him to death and avenge your boss!"

"Go ahead, kill this despicable werewolf!"

"Roll, I'm going to make his head into a kettle!"

Li Mo almost staggered and fell to the ground. Is this a big contrast?

"I'll wipe it!" Li Mo took two scimitars and turned around and ran away. Although he had thoughts before, he was very dedicated - since he came to this world alive, he never thought of going back alive. But if he really could not die, it would be better to die. After all, life was short, and except for the perverted, no one would be willing to be dismembered by four big blades before he could enjoy it.

When the four bandits saw Li Mo running away with care, they became even more courageous. They waved the blade in their hands and chased after him. It was also unlucky. Li Mo had a sack in his lower body to cover up his shame, and could only jog in small steps, just like those lesbians who were tortured by some kind of bullshit social thought in ancient times who were deeply bitter and revengeful.

The legs are not big at all. After all, the sack is so big that it opens. If you really run wildly, you will probably trip yourself to the ground without chasing others.

Before Li Mo could run a few steps, the bandit closest to him was no more than two swords away. Li Mo was so anxious that he had a cold sweat. He took the busy two scimitar heads that he had been wasting his strength for a long time before he picked up his hands and threw them back without looking back. At the same time, he bent down and lifted the sack hanging on his calves to his waist in one breath. He carried the sacks with his hands, revealing his snow-white big butt behind him and Li Mo in front of him began a sprint-like running.

"oops"

"ah"

"Well"

"Wow"

Four ghost crys came from behind Li Mo. Li Mo turned around in the sack with his hands and almost lay on the ground with joy. He had thrown two scimitars around before, and one was inserted into the thigh of the unlucky guy who was closest to him. The unlucky guy fell to the ground because of the stinging pain, tripping the few people behind him into a string of rolling gourds.

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