Baxian Hotel

Miss Kong was still dressed in red, his left hand was holding onto a black umbrella, and the newly acquired black cat was also resting on his left shoulder. After raising his hand to stop Mao Babao, the Miss Kong walked towards Wu Qiren with a cold expression.

Seeing Miss Kong, Wu Qiren's first reaction was to be startled, and subconsciously took two steps back, as if he was afraid of Miss Kong in his heart. But very quickly, his eyes became fierce again, as if he had made some sort of decision. He abruptly took a step forward, raised his right hand, and grabbed towards Miss Kong's neck.

Miss Kong didn't dodge or evade, she seemed slow but in fact, he was fast. She raised her right hand and gave Wu Qiren a big slap that knocked him down to the ground. After that, she bent down slightly and grabbed Wu Qiren's tail, lifting him up. Then, she smashed him down onto the ground one side at a time, continuously muttering, "You dare to follow me and extend your claws ~ ~ That's right, you don't have claws ~ and you dare to stretch without claws ~ ~ I'm going to die ~ ~ ~" With that strength, Wu Qiren's body was smashed into afterimages.

Looking at this scene, my mouth couldn't close. All these years, I had never seen Miss Kong make a move and knew that she was a violent woman. I didn't expect her to be so violent. I slowly turned my head to look at the similarly dazed Mao Babao and Hamborg, "I say, have the two of you ever seen a Miss Kong like this before?"

Mao Babao slowly nodded his head, then quickly shook his head, as if he was trying to throw some kind of bad memory out of his mind. Hamborg then reached out and wiped his saliva with his sleeve: "This is too cool ~ ~ ~"

In just a moment, Miss Kong had already smashed Wu Qiren a hundred and eighty times. The previously mighty Wu Qiren was now lying on the ground and moaning in a low voice. The blood stains and deformed limbs all over his body didn't feel as good as being a corpse.

With a loud smack, Miss Kong stepped on Wu Qiren. This time, he did not even bend his waist as he grabbed's tail and pulled him upwards. Miss Kong frowned slightly. She then heard Wu Qiren scream miserably, followed by a series of consecutive sounds that made people's scalp tingle. The Miss Kong in red dress tore Wu Qiren's head from his tail to his head right after he cultivated for a thousand years!

The Miss Kong carried an entire bunch of items from the tip of Wu Qiren's tail to his chin as he slowly walked under the eaves of the house. He found a nail and hung up the set of items. Then, he kicked over a jar from the side and watched as blood dripped down his chin and flowed into the jar.

I carefully moved closer to his side: "Miss Kong, why are you so free to come?"

Miss Kong absent-mindedly replied, "Mr Chen said he wants to eat a dish, but there aren't enough ingredients in the kitchen, so he told me that there are some here. I came over to take a look, who would have thought that you guys were here too. "

"Eh ~ ~ What materials?" Can we help? " Mao Babao also came over with a smile. He was the lord of the fifth floor, and although he was only one level lower than Miss Kong, his attitude was ten thousand times better than Old Taoist Qiu.

"Well, its blood." Miss Kong tapped her chin on Wu Qiren's piece.

Hamborg was stunned, "What dish needs human blood? "Is it delicious?"

Miss Kong pouted. "You guys have come for nothing, how is this a human, this is a snake!" It was just borrowing this person's body. I don't understand how to cook, but Brother Tao said that it would be best if this dish could be suppressed with snake blood.

To stutter, and just to suppress a little, such a violent girl came over and tore a thousand-year-old snake essence apart." I didn't know what to say. Initially, he had wanted to carefully size up Wu Qiren's hanging item again, but after seeing half of it, he couldn't watch anymore. It doesn't matter what she says, I'll believe whatever she says. This is too disgusting, I can't stand watching his act like this any longer.

Mao Babao was clever enough to change the topic, "The Mr Chen is extremely capable, why did I let you come here?"

"Isn't it all because of this little fellow?" Miss Kong sighed as he slowly crouched down and placed the little black cat on Wu Qiren's tail. The black cat seemed to have been anticipating this for a long time as it used its four claws to forcefully pin itself onto the thick tail.

"This … Is it okay for Cat to eat this monster's corpse?" Mao Babao was a little agitated too.

Miss Kong carefully held up an umbrella for the little black cat as she wrinkled her nose. "Who told you that it belonged to a cat?"

"Not a cat?" What is that? " Hamborg asked.

Miss Kong hesitated for a while before sighing softly, "If it's a cat, then everything in this world can only be called cat food. You can go back and ask the Mr Chen about its origins. "

After Miss Kong said this, he no longer said anything, and only three men stood there foolishly, watching a woman bleed a monster and feed a cat that couldn't be called a cat. One of them even had an old man snoring drunkenly on his shoulder. Just thinking about this scene made her feel weird and foolish.

After half an hour, the jar of blood was already full, and the little black cat had a round stomach. The Miss Kong carried the little black cat back to her shoulders and ordered Hamborg to seal the jar tightly while she threw the corpse and the wreckage together. He lowered his head and thought for a moment. Then, he suddenly put down the black umbrella that he had been holding in his hand.

The moment the black umbrella was put down, the thunders that had been rumbling in the vicinity of the town all became still. It was as if the world had quietened down. Miss Kong looked up at the sky and laughed. She once again raised the black umbrella and casually walked back to us.

Just as she stood still, a snow-white bolt of lightning that was as thick as a waist struck straight onto Wu Qiren's corpse. The so-called protective formation was completely ineffective, and when that bolt of lightning struck down, it flashed for a moment like a soap bubble, proving its existence.

A bolt of heavenly lightning struck Wu Qiren's body, including the Patriarch's House into dust, revealing the black locust underground. Soon after, over ten fist-sized bolts of heavenly lightning struck the black locust consecutively, the thousand year old treant spirit had also turned into a large torch. It was only a matter of time before it would turn into ashes.

After a long while, my nearly blind eyes and deafened ears slowly recovered. Turning my head, I saw the Miss Kong with her small black umbrella carrying a jar full of blood as she was about to leave. I shouted anxiously, "Miss Kong, is this how it is for Wu Qiren?"

Miss Kong stood still and turned his head to smile, "Yes, that's it. Is there anything else in Fourth Boss? "

"No ~ ~ No ~ ~" I hastily waved my hand, "What I mean is, he was struck to death by lightning just like that?"

Miss Kong's smile was a little stiff. She frowned: "He isn't qualified to have this kind of heavenly lightning." With that, she turned and left. No matter how she asked, she would just ignore her.

"What's wrong with her? Did I say something wrong? " I asked Mao Babao, who had come over to me, a little depressingly.

Mao Babao chuckled, "Of course. Heavenly Thunder was also ranked differently. Chopping at that black locust is only as thick as a fist, and with Wu Qiren's level, he is probably only as thick as a finger's worth of heavenly lightning. "

"Nonsense!" The first sword attack just now was almost as thick as a bucket! " After speaking halfway, I suddenly stopped, looked at Mao Babao in disbelief, and pointed at the direction the Miss Kong left in: "Could it be because …"

Mao Babao put on the attitude of an otherworldly expert, "Fourth Boss, although you have been in this shop for more than ten years, you always follow the people on the first, second, and third floor out together. Occasionally, when we encounter something difficult, Old Bull and I will do it for you. "So, you still don't know enough about the people on the sixth, seventh, and eighth floor." Usually, our Brother Tao cooks listen to you the most. After we return this time, ask Brother Tao to prepare a few good dishes for us.

As we were talking, Hamborg walked over with the Old Taoist Qiu on his shoulder, and said absentmindedly, "Fourth Boss, Mr Mao, do you feel that the name Wu Qiren is a little strange?"