With a gloomy face, he stepped over the steel wire and stepped on the tip of the knife. With a bang, he crushed the knife into the ground.
Then, he dashed in front of the little girl and pulled her up.
When the little girl saw that Tang Yong had discovered her trap, she panicked. She turned around and tried to climb over the wall to escape, but how could her speed be compared to Tang Yong's? Tang Yong took a step and landed behind the little girl. With a grab of his long arm, he grabbed the little girl by the collar and lifted her up.
The little girl's feet were in the air. She struggled, but no matter how hard she struggled, she could not escape from Tang Yong's grip. In the end, she ran out of strength and had to give up.
"Bad guy, bastard!
Let go of me!
Let me down if you have the guts. Let's fight one-on-one! "Meng Zhaodi said angrily.
Tang Yong was still immersed in his anger. He could not care less about the little girl's struggle and rebuttal. He picked her up and pressed her against his thigh. He raised his hand and slapped her buttocks!
Slap!
"How dare you be so cruel at such a young age!
Today, it's me. If it were anyone else, they would have been killed by you! "
"Tell me, are you wrong or not?"
Meng Zhaodi was held down. She suddenly felt bad. She wanted to struggle, but she felt a sharp pain on her buttocks.
Hearing the questions in her ears, Meng Zhaodi's eyes became wet. It was the first time in her life that someone dared to hit her buttocks!
And it was so painful.
However, the stubbornness in her heart made Meng Zhaodi hold back her tears. She lay there without making a sound.
Tang Yong saw that the little girl did not make a sound and thought that she was unwilling to admit her mistake. He was even angrier. Suddenly, he increased the strength of his hand.
Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
With a series of crisp sounds, Meng Zhaodi's little butt was slapped hard. Because of Tang Yong's strength, her little butt swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Meng Zhaodi endured it again and again until she was sweating profusely. Finally, she couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into tears. As she cried, she choked and said, "What right do you have to hit me? Even my mother couldn't bear to hit me, you big bad guy!!
Let me go! "
Meng Zhaodi said as she struggled frantically. Tang Yong was originally holding her firmly on his lap, but when he saw the little loli crying, he suddenly felt a little helpless.
Although he had a girlfriend in his previous life, he had never come into contact with a little girl of this age. If Meng Zhaodi did not make a sound, Tang Yong could still treat her as a mature person. However, when she broke down and cried loudly, he suddenly felt a little overwhelmed.
Just when Tang Yong was having a big headache, Meng Zhaodi took advantage of Tang Yong's slight relaxation to twist her body and roll directly to the ground.
Then she got up and ran away while crying.
At this time, Tang Yong's anger had subsided, and his mind had taken over the high ground again. He looked at Meng Zhaodi's sorry figure and couldn't help but ask himself, "Did I teach her too hard just now?"
After thinking for a while, Tang Yong could only get up and walk to Shenwu Hou Mansion. This day had been delayed for too long. It was time to go home.
Under the white fog, the sky had gradually darkened.
After exiting the small path, Tang Yong walked towards the Vermillion Bird Street. The main street was very close to the Vermillion Bird Street. Tang Yong only used ten minutes to reach the Vermillion Bird Street.
He was going to go home soon. Tang Yong's mood was slightly relaxed and he began to look around aimlessly. He didn't know if it was because of the white fog today, but there were very few pedestrians on Zhuque Street today. The doors of every house were closed. There was only a line of four peddlers buying chestnuts on the entire street. They were peddling their chestnuts as they walked.
"Come and see, fresh and delicious chestnuts!"
Each of the four bearers was carrying a carrying pole on their left shoulder. At the two ends of the carrying pole were large baskets filled with large chestnuts. Perhaps because the chestnuts were too heavy, the carrying poles creaked as they walked, which was quite annoying.
When the peddler saw Tang Yong, he immediately showed a kind smile and asked, "Young master, do you want chestnuts?
I just picked them. They're very fresh. "
The moment Tang Yong saw the peddler, the smile on his face froze. This ordinary-looking peddler had a very long HP bar above his head. That HP bar was about the same length as Wang Miao, who he had just killed.
How was this a peddler? This was clearly a Martial Master in disguise!
Tang Yong was secretly on guard, but he didn't show it on his face. He glanced at the remaining three people and realized that they were only Martial Warriors. It seemed that the only real expert was the one who had spoken to him.
He secretly prepared the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms and replied to the peddler, "I don't eat chestnuts. I'm allergic to them. Don't come over. Stay away from me.
I feel uncomfortable just by smelling chestnuts. "
When the assassin disguised as a peddler heard this, he froze on the spot. He didn't know whether to move forward or retreat.
His original plan was to buy chestnuts to get close to his target. Then, he would quietly kill him while he was looking at the goods and quickly escape.
Alternatively, if his target didn't look at the chestnuts, he could walk up to his target and kill him.
His original plan had been perfect, but this time, the assassin had met a guy who didn't play by the rules and ruined all his plans.
Allergic to chestnuts?
This was the first time he had heard of such a thing.
The assassin watched as Tang Yong covered his nose and retreated step by step. He hurriedly took two steps forward to catch up with him. He smiled awkwardly and said, "You must be joking, Sir. I've never heard of anyone allergic to chestnuts.
Why don't I give you some for you to take back and try? "As he spoke, the assassin neatly picked up a basket and walked over to Tang Yong.
When Tang Yong heard that the man wanted to give him something for free, he immediately stopped in his tracks. He had been a little suspicious of the peddler's motive, but now he was absolutely sure that the man had come for him. Otherwise, why would he insist on giving him something?
After confirming the man's motive, Tang Yong wasn't afraid anymore. He looked at the peddler with a faint smile and said, "Are you really giving it to me for free?"
When the assassin saw that Tang Yong finally stopped retreating, he was overjoyed and answered repeatedly, "Yes, this basket is all for you, Sir!" The assassin handed the basket to Tang Yong while reaching for the bottom of the basket.
The assassin's lips curled up slightly, and the cold light in his eyes suddenly intensified.
"Go to hell!"
The assassin suddenly pulled out a dagger from under the basket and stabbed toward Tang Yong.
However, something unexpected happened. Originally, when he launched a surprise attack, the target would definitely panic. However, when he raised his head and looked directly at the target, he was shocked to find that the guy was actually sneering.
The assassin had a bad feeling, but he thought that his cultivation level was higher than Tang Yong's, so he didn't retreat. Instead, he increased the output of his Battle Qi. The dark dagger in his hand glowed with a faint purple light.
Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!