"What kind of eyes are you?" accidentally saw the sinister gaze projected by the beggar, and couldn't help but shock the fat merchant's heart.

What followed was anger, and it was unreasonable for a stinky beggar to dare to look at him with such eyes!

Although he was already out of breath after kicking twice, in order to suppress the inexplicable fear in his heart, he stepped forward again and kicked the beggar in the head.

However, when he stepped on it, he did not hear the beggar's screams, but stood unsteadily, and sat down on the ground.

The beggar had risen from the ground, and the fat merchant's feet were blocked by him, and with a sharp push, he collapsed to the ground like a mound of flesh.

"You dare to push me?" The fat merchant was obviously not lightly fallen, extremely angry, got up slowly, and roared angrily: "Lao Tzu beat you to death!"

"You think you're rich and powerful?" said the beggar, and his voice was very clear.

"That's right, Lao Tzu kills you a beggar, just like crushing an ant, you don't even have a way to avenge your grievances, and no one cares if you live or die as a beggar!"

The fat merchant's face trembled, and he said evilly: "But if you kneel down and kowtow and call grandpa today, and by the way, you will drill under my crotch, maybe this master can be merciful and spare your life." ”

"If you have no money and no power, you are destined to be bullied?" the beggar ignored the fat merchant and asked more as if he were asking.

"Nonsense, if you are a big official, or even a government order, don't talk about bullying you, I'm afraid I'll kneel and kowtow to you. The fat merchant was full of disdain, and said: "It's a pity, you are a beggar who can't die, you are wasting food when you live, and waste wood like you should die!"

"If you want to be rich and powerful, it's actually very easy to do. The beggar lowered his head and spoke in a low voice.

"Aren't you telling me a joke? That has nothing to do with you. Your ancestors are afraid that they are all beggars, they are all cheap, you all deserve to die, you are all stinky, and you will be annoyed when you see you!"

"No one is noble or cheap, but some people are willing to be cheap, but unfortunately, I am not that kind of person. ”

"What's the matter? You still think you're superior, it's a big joke!" the fat merchant spat and said self-deprecatingly, "I'm really crazy, to say so much to you a stinky beggar, it's really insulting my identity." People like you deserve to go to hell and never do anything for the rest of their lives, so why should they be crippled in the world. Master Ben is merciful today, and this is the end of your dirty life. ”

"Yes, your life is dirty, why do you exist in the world?" the corners of the beggar's mouth rose slightly, and there was a look of indifference in his eyes.

"Bastard, where did you get your arrogance, killing you is too dirty to dirty my hands!" The fat businessman's face was full of disgust, he was also crazy, the two identities were far apart, why should he bother with a beggar.

He waved his sleeves angrily and was about to step into the teahouse, but as soon as he took a step, he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

He looked down in amazement, but saw the tip of a spear exposed in his chest, and blood fell down the tip of the spear, dripping on the ground, crackling.

A deep voice instantly sounded in his ears: "I said that if you want to be rich, you can easily do it." Killing you will not only fill my stomach, but also keep me alive. When a man dies, your money and your power no longer belong to you. ”

"Gollum ......" The fat merchant turned his head stiffly, looking at his eyes without a trace of emotion, and wanted to say something, but his mouth was full of blood.

His eyes were full of fear and disbelief, he didn't believe that a beggar would dare to kill someone!

And the one who dies is himself!

Pulling down the money bag from the fat merchant's waist, the beggar pulled out his spear, and the fat merchant knelt on the ground with a gray look in his eyes.

Without looking at him more, the beggar stepped straight into the rain and mist with his blood-stained spear.

Immediately, the whole street continued to scream, and it was completely lively.

......

Mu Haifeng walked out of the clothing store, the beggar costume had been changed, wearing a green shirt, and at the same time his hair was re-done, now it seems that no one will say that he is a beggar, but the son of a rich family.

Because he can't lift his internal breath, he is extremely weak now, otherwise he would not be kicked to the ground by an ordinary fat man.

But even if he didn't have a body of cultivation, if he wanted to kill an ordinary person, he could still do it easily.

He was walking down the street, and the most important thing now was to fill his stomach first, and the fat merchant had plenty of silver in his purse, enough money for him to spend a few days.

However, he killed people in Ningjiang Mansion, how could he walk on the street unharmed?

Soon more than a dozen people rushed behind him, all wearing official uniforms and holding swords, rushing all the way. The people on the street, seeing such a scene, also dodged one after another, and there was an uproar.

Those government soldiers blocked Mu Haifeng's way and looked up and down, as if they wanted to determine if it was this person.

"Didn't you mean, a beggar?"

"He killed people, robbed money, and bought new clothes. ”

"And there are eyewitnesses who describe the spear, and it should be that this person is not wrong. ”

The soldiers discussed for a while, and the leader stared at Mu Haifeng and asked, "Did you kill a merchant?"

Mu Haifeng looked at them quietly and nodded: "I killed the person, do you want to arrest me?"

"Good boy, I'm honest, I can only ask you to go to the mansion. The catcher said coldly.

"I'm so hungry right now that I don't have time to play with you. Mu Haifeng shook his head and refused to go with them.

"You dare to resist arrest?"

"So what?"

The head catcher didn't have much nonsense, took a step forward, and waved his big hand: "Lock it for me!"

Looking at all this, Mu Haifeng had a lot of thoughts in his heart, he would not take these people in his eyes, but sometimes, it was not that he had no choice, but that he was forced to be helpless.

He was fed up with this kind of random kitten and puppy, so he dared to provoke him.

He is the first disciple of the Xuanzhen Sect, the head of the Great Friday, and the most noble person, and his pride will never allow such treatment.

All this was caused by Su Yang, and his sin deserves death!

As soon as Mu Haifeng's hand moved, the Shenwu embroidered wave gun was pressed against the ground by him, and when he saw the other party's appearance, the head catcher snorted coldly: "Dare to resist arrest?

As soon as his voice fell, more than a dozen government soldiers swung their knives and surrounded Mu Haifeng, and in the face of the murderer, they did not dare to be careless, and walked slowly.

Mu Haifeng looked at these people, holding a spear, motionless, but as those soldiers got closer and closer, his hand holding the gun became tighter and tighter.