What else did the man want to say? Mo Ran opened his mouth and spit out the word "get out". The man shivered all over, and took a few steps back by Mo Ran's pressure, bent down and said, "Okay, I'll get out immediately, get out immediately."

Soon, the surroundings became clear, and the people on the ground also got up, and they didn't care about the dirty body. They just wiped the blood from their mouths and smiled. The swollen face, which was as swollen as a pig's head, looked even more ugly. He bowed his hands in a careless manner: "Thank you for your rescue. If there is nothing to do, I'll leave first, and there will be a date later!"

Mo Ran released some pressure and controlled his continued pace just right. The man turned his back to Mo Ran and tried his best to take a step, but he was sweating all over his head and didn't take a step. But he didn't beg for mercy, but he was just struggling.

Mo Ran chuckled, "Is that person just said true? He has become a disciple of the inner sect so he can't recover? Now he can't even stop my pressure, why don't he beg for mercy? If you beg me, I'll let you go."

Although the man was extremely distressed, he still laughed and said, "The fairy actually has this kind of hobby, but I have had enough fun today, so you should find someone else."

Mo Ran looked at his stiff back, and after a while, he sneered: "Just just a walking corpse."

She understood that the pain on her body was nothing, the pain on her soul was deadly. He could kowtow to the four reckless men, but could not bend over to her. Rather than lying on the ground just now, he was looking at her clothes, and he longed for such clothes.

Can’t you accept the treatment of inner disciples from outer disciples?

Maybe she had been desperate and knew that the darkness in the desperate situation had the power of salvation in her hands, so she always tried to throw away the rope. If he was unwilling to be redeemed, she would just act like this.

The back was even stiffer, and he mocked him with resistance: "Does the fairy think he is the savior?"

Mo Ran put his foot on his knees and took away the things on his waist while he was kneeling on the ground. It was a storage bag. The man looked up at Mo Ran fiercely, and Mo Ran weighed the storage bag in his hand and said:

"While you were beaten, you could still make so much money from passers-by. Is it fun to pretend to be stupid? But no matter whether it is fun or not, I am too lazy to play with you. Just do a good job that day. This money must be enough for 800,000 yuan."

After saying that, Mo Ran slowly walked away without caring about the man's shouting for a storage bag. After a long time, the man rubbed his knees and stood up slowly. His eyes were filled with rage and he held it hard on the tree, "I think you are! Who the hell do you think you are!"

"The Walking Dead, the Walking Dead?"

"Then you pretended to be stupid with me!"
Chapter completed!