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Only then did Spirit Cultivator Mo realize that this fatty's high-pitched voice was so melodious, it was a hundred times, a thousand times better than heavenly music!1

If his appearance had not broken this strange aura, even if he had survived, he would have lived his entire life in this shadow.

A warmth that he hadn't felt in a long time appeared on his body. Spirit Cultivator Mo felt that he finally escaped from the Boundless Hell.

"Eh, Young Master Mo, Young Master Li, Miss Yang, isn't Young Master An with the two of you?" Why are you not seeing anyone else? "

The fat guy didn't have a clear understanding of the situation. As soon as he entered the door, he went straight to Spirit Cultivator Mo. In his eyes, he had already automatically ignored Su Mu, this unimportant passerby, and only had three people in his eyes.

Spirit Cultivator Mo didn't even have the time to speak, when that female with a yang personality heard the words "Young Master An", she immediately let out a shriek that was as powerful as the angry attack of Spirit Cultivator.

If not for the special steel-like glass here, he would probably have been shattered by this scream.

She was slumped on the ground like a pile of mud, her expensive dress completely oblivious to the dirty, smelly yellow liquid.

"Murder!" He killed An Zaiyu! He killed An Zaiyu! "

"Don't kill me, don't kill me! Wuu! "Don't kill me!

This female cultivator surnamed Yang had gone insane from fright.

"What!? Young Master An is dead!? "

The fat guy jumped in fright at first, but soon became very excited.

To him, this was a massive opportunity.

The An family had a lot of money and power in the Canglan County. If they could curry favor with the An family, wouldn't they have a lot more future than being a small captain of the guards here?

Benefits make people lose their wits. This fatty was already infatuated with benefits, so he did not notice Spirit Cultivator Mo giving him a look at all.

"Who?" Who dares to kill Young Master An in the Canglan County?! Was there even a law of the king? Was there even justice!? If I don't arrest the culprit and bring him to justice for Young Master An today, I, Yuan He, swear that I won't be a human! "

Fatty Yuan He's acting skills were enough to receive an Oscar. It was really a wonder how someone could display such complicated emotions in their eyes. If someone who didn't know anything saw him do it, they would think he was a righteous person.

Spirit Cultivator Mo could only think of something else to say. Can you guys not be so f * cking quick? Why are you so eager to be reborn even at the cost of your own lives?

"I killed him, what are you going to do with me?" Su Mu had a calm expression.

"What? How dare you?! How dare you!" "Men, arrest him and send him to the Residence of An for punishment!" Fatty Yuan He excitedly pointed at Su Mu and shouted as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

"I advise you all not to act rashly." Su Mu stood there with a calm expression and a calm expression.

Spirit Cultivator Mo was startled when he saw Su Mu's indifferent eyes. His face was pale as if it was painted with a layer of white ash. He stuttered: "Qian …" Senior, please calm your anger. This matter, this matter … "

Spirit Cultivator Mo talked for a long time, but he still didn't say anything.

Youying, who was in Su Mu's embrace, suddenly woke up after smelling the stench. She thought Er Sha, the idiot, was pissing himself on the spot again.

"Meow?"

Su Mu rubbed Youying's little head, his enthusiasm waning: "You guys can avoid death, but it's hard to escape from death, cut off one of your arms."

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