NOVEL NEXT WORLD Chapter 124 Who are you?
The courtyard is huge and unexpectedly magnificent.
Mu Jiu was not interested in knowing whether all the bald men nourished by incense were so wealthy.
But under her nose, Mu Jiu felt unhappy if he dared to touch her thighs.
At this time, most of the lamas went to the back yard to rob the second generation.
A group of young monks were left, sitting in front of the fire in the yard, carefully looking at the guns and ammunition collected from the military.
Mu Jiu took out the sharp scimitar from the space and headed towards the fire.
Seeing her coming, the lamas stood up one by one and looked at her defensively.
The alert lamas immediately took the soldiers' pistols from the box, loaded them and pointed them at Mu Jiu.
Mu Jiu looked at this group of people with a look of death.
But soon, they seemed to realize that Mu Jiu came alone, with no one following him.
And it’s still a stunner.
He actually smiled and retracted the gun, as if it was a false alarm.
After all, anyone who didn't know Mu Jiu would never associate her with danger when they saw her beautiful and harmless little face.
They were sure that Mu Jiu was just an overly frightened and desperate girl.
Probably because he saw the dormitory being surrounded by his senior brothers with guns, he hid in fear and happened to come here.
She was just a fish that slipped through the net, a beautiful woman with no power to restrain her, and no threat at all.
One of the lamas was particularly courageous.
He looked at Mu Jiu's whole body with squinting eyes, and gradually moved closer to her.
Then he said in a bewitching but obscene tone:
"Little girl, you must have seen the situation in the dormitory building.
To tell you the truth, after tonight, those people will die sooner or later.
But if you are obedient and feel comfortable serving us senior brothers, I can help you beg Master to let you stay.
In our temple, apart from family members, the only people left are cattle, horses and dead people.
If you are smart enough, you should know what to do, oh! "
The bald man said, his eyes always staring at Mu Jiu's pretty red lips, as if he was about to ravage her.
As a result, the next second after he finished speaking, there was a cry.
The scimitar cut through the air and cut off the dishonest finger of the bald man.
By the way, he scratched the stubby neck that was hidden in the robe.
For a moment, blood spurted out 2 meters away, like a fountain, and condensed outside the neck the moment it spurted out.
The man fell to the ground without even having a chance to scream.
The cut off finger was stepped on by Mu Jiu who was standing aside.
Mu Jiu frowned in disgust. Don't bald guys know how to take a shower?
As soon as this thing came close, she could smell a burst of body odor through her thick clothes, which was really going to kill someone.
I would like to ask if his status among this group of people is particularly high, so high that the bald guys behind him can sit with him and play normally as if their noses are broken.
Mu Jiu himself wouldn't be able to bear it at all.
Or maybe they all stink the same way and don’t like bathing the same way. It’s obvious that the conditions in the strategic base are so good!
It's true that wild boars can't eat fine chaff, and such good hardware facilities are wasted.
The rest of the people were stunned by what happened at this moment.
Things happened so fast that they didn't even have time to react. How dare this woman be so bold and kill people on their territory!
The lamas standing behind hurriedly picked up their firearms and prepared to aim at Mu Jiu.
Mu Jiu didn't feel timid at all. She walked around the man who fell on the ground in front of her and walked forward.
As he walked forward, his eyes swept over everyone one by one.
It only took 0.1 seconds for all the thermal weapons in the yard, including those held by the bald guys and those packed in boxes, to be taken into the space by Mu Jiu.
And just when everyone felt that their hands were empty, a cold scimitar had already cut their necks.
There was no time to explore how the gun disappeared from his hand.
In just one minute, everyone who had gathered around the fire to watch the show became lonely ghosts under the scimitar.
Without looking back, Mu Jiu passed the group of corpses and pushed the door straight into the largest room in the yard.
She had used the space to check just now, and now there was only one old Dalai Lama left meditating in the entire courtyard.
Fortunately, he can still sit still and pretend to be fake.
"Aaron, have everything been done? Why was it so noisy outside just now?"
When Mu Jiu walked in with a bloody scimitar in his hand, the old Dalai Lama, who was meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly asked.
"Master and I thought of going together!
I also felt that it was noisy outside, so I have helped you deal with the group of people talking. "
Mu Jiu said, throwing several long bloody tongues in front of the old Dalai Lama.
He was so shocked that he tore off the beads in his hand, and the beads instantly fell to the ground.
"You, you...you are so vicious!"
The Dalai Lama stared at the tongue in front of him, his voice full of trembling.
Those outside are all his apprentices who have been with him for decades, how dare she...
"Harmful, not to mention vicious, at most I can't stand it.
The young lama just said that the people in this temple are only family members and no outsiders.
Even if there are, they are dead people, or cows and horses that are not even human beings.
So the implication is that the so-called refugees in the temple are actually you fake bald wives.
Looking at the population of this temple, your master alone should have more than a hundred wives!
By the way, there is also the matter of you secretly misappropriating most of the strategic reserve materials before the end of the world.
In order to conceal this matter and not be held accountable by the authorities, you have to kill all the outsiders who stay here.
Only a dead person would not reveal the truth. Compared with you, Master, I am not even as vicious as you! "
The master turned his head to look at Mu Jiu with eyes full of cruelty.
"It's all slander. What evidence do you have?"
"Forget it if you laugh to death. I'm not a judge. Why do you need evidence?"
Mu Jiu took out the bloody scimitar from his hand, "Why don't you ask it if it wants evidence of the murder?"
The old Dalai Lama looked at the young and beautiful face in front of him and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Who are you?"
Mu Jiu was too lazy to answer his boring question, but through his loose robes, her hands hidden inside were making small movements that she thought were secretive.
There was a sudden click, the sound of a pistol being loaded, and the black muzzle of a gun was revealed from under his robe.
But Mu Jiu was already one step ahead of him. Before pulling the trigger, he quickly cut off the right hand holding the gun with a machete.
what--!
Severe pain came over me.
The old bald man, who had been calm just now, all the facial features on his face were instantly distorted by pain.
He rolled off the futon mat to the floor, roaring repeatedly in an attempt to alleviate the pain.
The pistol also fell to the ground along with the entire right hand that was severed.
"If you ask me who I am, of course I am the King of Hell who is here to take your life.
Who told you not to have the foresight to touch my people without looking at how many lives you have to pay for it? "