Chapter 980: If You Die, You Die

"It's a small city of Li. Could it be that they still have what the emperor wants?"

In Mo Wentian's eyes, traces of coldness flickered endlessly, and he said coldly.

"Boss, I understand!"

"I know what to do!"

Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Xiao Jiao instantly understood.

The next moment, looking at the young man, Xiao Jiao's eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Little miscellaneous, my condition for your grandpa Xiaojiao is..."

"I want your life!"

An ice-cold voice sounded, and the killing intent in the eyes of Xiaojiao burst out.

"The dragon flicks its tail!"

"die!"

The next moment, Xiaojiao let out a cold shout, and his figure quickly circled in the void.

"No……"

"You can't kill me. I'm the Young City Lord of Li City. My father is the City Lord of Li City. If you kill me, my father will definitely not let you go!"

Seeing the familiar dragon wagging its tail and coming towards him, the boy's eyes were full of fear.

His body trembled unceasingly, what's more, centering on the young man, a fishy smell permeated the air.

I saw that the place where he was was wet.

"Hey... This young city lord is usually so arrogant and domineering, but now he is scared to pee by a monster in the early days of the king, how ridiculous!"

"Wicked people will always have retribution. In Licheng, how many people usually bully him?"

"Today's Shenlong made a move, it's really a big favor for the favorites in Licheng!"

"A strong man in the late stage of the Heavenly King dare not fight back in front of the monsters in the early stage of the Heavenly King. What is the difference between this and a waste!"

...

In front of the inn, countless warriors looked at the young man with contempt in their eyes.

Some warriors have even more joy on their faces.

Listening to the young man's words, Xiao Jiao's evil smile became more intense.

In the next moment, the figure flashed, and the tail, which was tens of feet in size, was thrown directly at the boy's head.

"you you you……"

The young man looked at the oncoming Xiaojiao, his eyes were full of disbelief.

"boom……"

There was an explosion-like sound.

In the void, the boy's head exploded directly, red and white things shot out, and the strong smell of blood quickly permeated.

Xiaojiao directly blew the boy's head with his tail, and he didn't even have time to escape the soul.

"Boss, mission accomplished!"

At this moment, Xiao Jiao's figure flashed and appeared beside Mo Wentian.

Looking at Mo Wentian, his eyes flashed, and he said with joy.

"Yes, Not Bad!"

Mo Wentian nodded and said coldly.

"Boss, and the remaining waiter, what should we do with this person?"

Seemingly remembering something, Xiaojiao looked at Mo Wentian with a cold gleam in his eyes, and said in a deep voice.

"Of course this person has to be dealt with, don't worry!"

Mo Wentian glanced at the waiter with a face full of contempt, and then said indifferently.

"Boss..."

Xiao Jiao opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing Mo Wentian's calm expression, Xiao Jiao knew that Mo Wentian had his own plan.

When the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

"Young City Lord is dead!"

The next moment, an exclamation sounded in front of the inn.

With the sound of exclamation, the inside and outside of the inn were instantly disrupted.

"Who is this person? He dared to really kill the young city lord. If the city lord finds out, the city lord must go crazy!"

"I think we should leave quickly, lest the city lord come and hurt us!"

"Go, go!"

...

Inside and outside the inn, figures left quickly.

Just a few breaths before the crowded inn, it was empty.

"you……"

"You you you...you killed the young city lord!"

The waiter, who was still flattering the young city lord just now, also wanted to escape, but at this moment he found that his body was trembling, and he didn't even have the strength to lift his feet to leave.

Looking at Mo Wentian, the waiter's eyes were full of fear.

Especially when thinking about his attitude towards Mo Wentian and others just now, his whole body even sat down on the ground.

The young city lord had already been killed by Mo Wentian, which made Xiao Er's heart feel cold for a while.

The young city lord died, and he died in front of him. He seemed to have imagined that Chengzhu was mad and angry.

"This emperor has never liked anyone to be arrogant and arrogant in front of this emperor. This emperor has given him a chance to shut up, but unfortunately, he didn't seize it!"

"It's no wonder the Emperor!"

"What's more, this is him looking for death, so if he dies, he will die!"

Looking at the waiter in front of him, Mo Wentian's voice was extremely indifferent.

He's just the son of the mayor of a small town of the Tianniu tribe, so he'll die if he dies!

In the Tianniu tribe, there are a total of 108 cities, and each city has a city owner.

The higher the ranking, the stronger the strength, on the contrary, the lower the ranking, the weaker the strength.

And this Li city ranks the 106th among the 108 cities of the Tianniu clan.

The city lord of Licheng is no more than a heavenly king.

"If you die, you die?"

The waiter in the shop only felt a shiver in his body.

At this moment, I don't know whether it was because of fear or why, the face of the shop clerk was so pale that there was no trace of blood at all.

That is the son of the city lord of Licheng, so he will die if he dies?

"Guest officer, I... I know I was wrong, please forgive me!"

"This is the fifty artifacts you gave me to stay in the store just now, I will return them to you!"

"In addition, I will give you two mid-stage king-level artifacts as a gift!"

The next moment, the shop clerk seemed to remember something, and an incomparably cold light flashed in his eyes.

With a plop, he knelt down in front of Mo Wentian, begging for mercy.

As he spoke, he took out Mo Wentian's fifty artifacts, plus two mid-stage king-level artifacts.

"A king-level mid-stage artifact?"

Hearing this, the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth curled into an evil smile.

King-level mid-stage artifact, shouldn't he ask Tianque?

"Boss, what nonsense are you talking to this kid!"

"He has such power, just kill him directly!"

Xiaojiao's figure flashed and landed on Mo Wentian's shoulder, saying in a deep voice.

"Grandpa Shenlong, don't kill me!"

"Do not kill me!"

Hearing Xiao Jiao's words, the waiter in the shop turned his eyes to Xiao Jiao, begging for mercy repeatedly.

"Little Jiao, I leave this to you!"

"The emperor returns to the room first!"

Mo Wentian's eyes flashed coldly, and he said in a cold voice.

Then he stepped out and walked directly upstairs.

"Boss, it will be ready soon!"

Xiao Jiao said with an evil smile on his face.

Immediately, Xiaojiao's figure flashed, and a phantom went directly towards the chest of the waiter.

"ah……"

A scream sounded.

Immediately, Xiaoer's body fell to the ground.

On his chest, a hole the size of a bowl appeared, blood gushing out, and a strong bloody smell permeated the air.