Categories
A Dish Best Served Cold

Chapter: 1772

Mo Wuya shook his head.
“The scum of China should be cut by the sword of my Chinese people!”
“I’ve said that, I’ll be enough to deal with him.”
“No one needs to intervene.”
“Just look at it.”
Mo Wuya’s icy words contained a torrent of killing intent.
When Shiyelong saw this, he didn’t intervene anymore, leaving Mo Wuya alone.
“Junior, are you convicted?”
Mo Wuya stood proudly under the Sword God Palace.
The deep eyes looked down at the young man in front of him.
Although Ishiye Long said before that the sword god Mochizuki was hurt by him, but Mo Wuya didn’t care.
Because in his opinion, Ye Fan is nothing more than Mochizuki River that was injured by conspiracy and tricks, and his true strength is not enough to be afraid of.
Therefore, from beginning to end, Mo Wuya didn’t really care about Ye Fan.
In the awe-inspiring words, there was also contempt.
Ye Fan heard the sound, but only found it funny.
“interesting.”
“I really want to know, why am I wrong?”
Ye Fan smiled lightly, teasing.
“presumptuous!”
“You beast, when you die, you dare to be hard on me?”
“You slaughtered the Sword God’s followers before, and used tricks to trap the Sword God in the back. Now for your own greed, you also take a weak woman as a hostage, threatening the Sword God Palace to surrender the treasure.”
“Which one of the above actions is not done by a villain?”
“I have a history of five thousand Chinese martial arts. For generations, the most important martial ethics.”
“And you are unkind, rude and unscrupulous!”
“My face in Huaxia Martial Arts has been lost by you asshole.”
“Today, I, Mo Wuya, will represent the Chinese martial arts, clear the door, kill you, the scum of the Chinese martial arts, and give an explanation to the Sword God Palace!”
The words are sharp, without any emotional implications.
Yes, there is only endless chill and murder.
In his eyes, Ye Fan’s life is just like grass and mustard, which can be cut at will.
“Heh~”
Ye Fan shook his head and smiled, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
“It’s so nice.”
“It’s full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, and pretending to be grand-sounding.”
“But you know that the thing I hate most in my life is you idiots.”
“You~” Ye Fan’s words almost angered Mo Wuya.
After so many years, the boy in front of him was still the first person who dared to scold him for an idiot.
However, Ye Fan said coldly wherever he cared about his anger.
“Why, you are not convinced?”
“Am I wrong?”
“You only said that I killed the disciples of the Sword God, but do you know why I killed them?”
“I also said that I used conspiracy to trap others and hostages to steal treasures. I ask you, who have you heard about these things, have you verified?”
“Is it true or not, do you really know?”
“Isn’t it just a matter of listening to others?”
“You don’t distinguish between black and white, and don’t distinguish right from wrong. What is it if you are not a fool?”
“Furthermore, even if I am really at fault, what qualifications do you have to kill me on behalf of China?”
“Could it be that you are the country lord of China?”
“Or the master of the Martial God Temple?”
“What a shit is not, you dare to be arrogant at me?”
Ye Fan spoke endlessly.
Repeatedly asked, every word was like a knife and mercilessly, the straightforward Mo Wuya’s old face flushed, speechless.
In the end, Mo Wuya clenched his fists tightly and his eyes were red.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *