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Chapter four hundred and sixty second skill is not as good as others

His words made Ye Luo slightly stunned. He didn't expect that the other party would be someone from the Tianlong Society.

Then Ye Luo couldn't help laughing.

Seeing Ye Luo laughing at this time, Mo Xiaohui asked in confusion: "Boy, why are you laughing? Don't you know that Tianlong can do it?"

With Ye Luo's ancient martial arts realm, it is impossible not to know the existence of the Tianlong Society. Although the Tianlong Society was relatively low-key in the past, the Tianlong Society has done a lot of big things in recent years. Even if some ordinary people have heard of the Tianlong Society, it is absolutely impossible for him, an ancient martial artsman, to know it.

Ye Luo replied: "Haha, Tianlong will have a grudge against me for killing my father and mother. Do you think I know Tianlong will?"

Mo Xiaohui was stunned when he heard Ye Luo's words. Then he used all his last little strength without hesitation and turned around and ran away. He did not expect that the other party and Tianlong would have such a great hatred.

"Do you want to escape?" Ye Luo said disdainfully.

"Swish swish swish!"

Three silver rods shot down at Mo Xiaohui's body like lightning, and Mo Xiaohui's body immediately knelt on the ground with a "bang!"

Just a moment, Mo Xiaohui suddenly felt that his legs were not in control, as if they did not exist, and he knelt directly on the ground.

At this time, Ye Luo casually walked towards Mo Xiaohui step by step: "Do you think you can run away?"

When he saw Ye Luo coming to him, Mo Xiaohui said angrily: "Boy, I advise you to let me go, otherwise the people from the Tianlong Society would never let you go!"

Haha, Ye Luo said calmly: "Don't you think your words are very ridiculous? Now I am a slaughter and a fish meat. Are you still qualified to speak to me like this?"

Mo Xiaohui still said unwillingly: "At the age of a boy, I can't think this thing has not happened. What if we don't owe each other? I won't come to you in the future, let alone mention this matter with Tianlong?"

With a faint smile, Ye Luo replied: "Do you think I'm stupid?"

After saying this, Ye Luo slowly walked to Mo Xiaohui's side, took out a pill from his arms and gave it to him directly. This pill was the same as the pill he gave Zhu Xinhua the last time.

After Mo Xiaohui swallowed the pill, he said to Ye Luo in horror, "What did you eat for me, boy?"

Ye Luo replied with a smile: "A chronic poison occurs every sixty days. Every time it occurs, it is like thousands of ants biting in their bodies. Life is worse than death!"

After hearing Ye Luo's words, Mo Xiaohui's face suddenly turned white. At this moment, he suddenly felt his body itchy, and this feeling was exactly the same as what Ye Luo said just now.

At first, Mo Xiaohui only had a place on his body itchy, and gradually itched all over his body. Finally, his whole body became extremely itchy. He wished he had ten hands to scratch itchy on his body.

While holding on, he begged Ye Luoao: "Anti-drug, give me the antidote quickly. As long as you give me the antidote and let me do whatever you want!"

Looking at Mo Xiaohui's plea with a painful face, Ye Luo was like a general on the battlefield. Looking at the captives who were about to be beheaded, he said coldly: "This is what you said!"

As he said that, he took out an antidote from his arms and threw it in front of Mo Xiaohui.

Mo Xiaohui looked at the antidote on the ground, and quickly grabbed the antidote on the ground, swallowing it directly regardless of the dust in his hand.

After taking the antidote for less than three seconds, Mo Xiaohui felt that the feeling of ants sucking the heart of his body disappeared instantly.

Looking at Ye Luo in front of him, Mo Xiaohui became even more like a hell demon standing in front of him. He never wanted to feel the pain of the heart-eating pain of thousands of ants in his life. That feeling was simply not something that humans could bear.

Looking at Mo Xiaohui with a playful look, Ye Luo asked, "Do you know Zhu Xinhua?"

After hearing Ye Luo's words, Mo Xiaohui looked puzzled, and then he replied: "Are you talking about Zhu Xinhua, who is in the middle stage of our Tianlong Society?"

Jianghai City is only so big. Zhu Xinhua and Mo Xiaohui are both from Jianghai City, Tianlonghui, so it is inevitable to contact each other. It is not strange that both parties know each other.

Ye Luo nodded and said, "Yes, it's Zhu Xinhua. The poison you are in your body is the same as the poison you are in his body. You need my antidote every sixty days, otherwise you will be tortured to death by the pain of the heart-eating of thousands of ants!"

Although Mo Xiaohui had already said that Ye Luo had mentioned it before, after hearing Ye Luo talk about it again, he still couldn't accept it.

After taking a deep breath, he said incredible: "Do you mean this poison will be attacked again in sixty days?"

Ye Luo nodded.

Mo Xiaohui's face suddenly turned pale at this time, which meant that his life would be in the hands of the young man in front of him in the future. Although he didn't want to admit it, it was obvious that the other party would never lie to him. If he wanted to lie to him, there was no need to tell him about Zhu Xinhua.

Then Ye Luo continued, "If you don't believe it, you can go to Zhu Xinhua to ask."

Then he threw a antidote to Mo Xiaohui and said, "This is the backup antidote I gave you, please take it."

After taking the antidote that Ye Luo gave him, Mo Xiaohui was suddenly ecstatic, which showed that he could live at least 120 days, but four months later, he had to get the antidote, otherwise he would have fun.

After thinking about it, Mo Xiaohui asked curiously: "What do you want me to do?"

Mo Xiaohui is not stupid. Since Ye Luo used poison to control himself, it can be seen that he must have something to do, otherwise wouldn't it be better to kill him directly?

Ye Luo nodded and replied: "You can find Zhu Xinhua for specific matters, he will tell you. By the way, my name is Ye Luo!"

Then he continued, "But before this you have another thing to do. If you ask you to kill me, you can do them!"

After thinking about it, Ye Luo continued, "But remember not to make them in the Washington Hotel. Except for the Washington Hotel, you can do anything else."

The Washington Hotel is a hotel that Han Yutong has worked hard to run. If something happens to a dead person here, it will definitely have an impact on the reputation of the Washington Hotel. He doesn't want to harm Han Yutong.

Although Ye Luo was not very clear, the last time he was in Suhe bar, Ye Luo suspected that the ancient martial artist was also the one invited by Xu Fanyi. Since the other party asked someone to kill him repeatedly, he would not be merciful.
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