Chapter 628

The man with glasses almost died on the spot.

Who are these people? He even asked his grandfather for money? Although this glasses man also belongs to that kind of ruffian type, but compared with Mo Wen, it's still far away.

It's normal for the old guy to squint and be confused by Mo Wen. He also knows that Mo Wen is a famous doctor with certain medical skills. It's normal to ask for money to detoxify and cure your illness. But he didn't expect that Mo Wen would be ready now. The old guy subconsciously took a look at his grandson who had already been attacked by the poisonous gas. He gritted his teeth and asked, "how much do you want?"

"I usually give people millions of diagnoses, just like the registration of a hospital. Have you ever been to a hospital? Do you know what registration means? " Don't ask why, pretend to be big and grin.

"Well, what about treatment? For example, detoxification for my grandson... "The old man seems to have lost his temper now, and he even asks along Mo's words.

"Treatment... Depends on what disease, cancer, early cheaper, five million, late expensive, if only one breath... There is no 50 million or 60 million... I never bother to help people cure, as for your grandson's poison, it's a bit difficult to do... The poison Xing is too strong..." Mo Wen continued to make a mystery, shaking his head, stood aside and looked at the man with glasses on the ground solemnly.

"You say how much..." the old man was a little worried and asked impatiently.

"Sometimes money can't represent everything. Even I will be poisoned if your grandson's poison doesn't work well! It's really hard to get rid of this poison. Why don't you wait for me to think about it? "

"Don't ask... Are you kidding me?" The old man was angry. When he heard Mo's words, he immediately came back.

"Old man, how can I fool you? I can't take my own life to make money, can I? This detoxification is not a joke... "Speaking of this, Mo Wen deliberately pauses, lowers his voice, looks at the old guy, grins and asks:" by the way, how much can you pay? "

"You..." the old man was angry. He wanted to bite the guy in front of him. Now it seems that if he wants to save his grandson, he can only find a way to solve it. The poisonous old man on Gu Po has personally realized the power of poison Xing. If he consumes it like this, I'm afraid his grandson will die soon, The old man forbeared the anger in his heart and thought about it. If he said money, he didn't really have much. If he said baby, he really had one in his hand, but he was reluctant to give up. You know, this baby is his ancestral thing.

"Hey, old man, do you have any money? What's the point of no money? It's not a waste of my saliva... I've said a lot, * *, are you making fun of me? " When Mo Wen saw the old man meditating, he deliberately put a fire on one side. He knew that the old man had no money, and he just teased him. Of course, the main purpose of Mo Wen was to wait for Alex to take back Qi Guosheng. Frankly speaking, Mo Wen used this old man and young man to amuse himself.

"Wait..." the old man's face changed. He seemed to have figured out something under the stimulation of Mo Wen. He hesitated and finally decided to use his ancestral treasure to exchange his grandson's Xing life.

"Well, what's the situation? I have time to wait for you, but your grandson is waiting, and he will die... Don't blame me for not reminding you... The old witch is poisonous, but it can kill people at any time... You think it over... "Mo Wen smiles with pride, taking out his cigarette and carefully examining the old man's expression, In the heart murmurs: this old fellow can't really take out the money? He doesn't look like a man with tens of millions of wealth.

"Don't ask, I don't have any money, but... I have a treasure. It's priceless... I'll trade it for my grandson's life. If you can save him, it belongs to you..." when the old man spoke, his face was very ugly, as if he was still making a choice between the two.

"Oh?" Don't ask, immediately came to interest, grinning and asked: "what baby... Take it out to see, if I'm interested, you can consider your conditions... Hehe, I'm actually the kindest person, you want to kill me... I can forget the past... How about it? Am I generous enough? "

"Hum..." the old man snorted coldly, as if Mo Wen said that he was generous and kind, which was an insult to kindness. However, he didn't dare to show too much when he asked for help. He just looked coldly at Mo Wen. Suddenly, a sinister smile appeared on his face. At the same time, he reluctantly took out a snake shaped dagger and a reddish brown blade, The black handle, which is like a snake, is very strange. When the old man took it out, six small daggers of different sizes came out of the dagger

Shit, what is this? What a baby.

Mo Wen widened his eyes, looked at the dagger in the old man's hand, and asked curiously, "Hello, old man, what is this? You won't fool me with a stall, will you? I'm a primary school student... Don't lie to me... "

The old guy almost didn't get angry when Mo asked. What's that called? What about the stall? This is his heirloom. If it wasn't for saving people, he would never exchange this heirloom for his grandson's life.

"Grandfather... No way... This is the token of my snake spirit religion... You can't give this snake scale dagger to him..."

Just as the old man was looking at the dagger in his hand, the man with glasses suddenly began to shout.

Snake scale dagger? Snake spirit religion?

Shit, how does that sound so creepy?

Mo Wen narrowed his eyes and felt that the old and young suddenly became a little mysterious. However, Mo Wen knew that this dagger must be a symbol of some power of the snake spirit cult, or a keepsake with some special significance. Otherwise, why would the cobra man rather sacrifice his Xing life than let his grandfather hand over this dagger?

"Shut up..." the old man yelled angrily, gritted his teeth, closed the dagger, handed it to Mo Wen, and said, "this is the keepsake of my snake spirit cult. Is this treasure enough to save my grandson Xing's life?"

"Haha... It's easy to say..." Mo Wen excitedly took the strange shaped dagger and grinned. After taking it over, the dagger immediately gave Mo Wen a cold feeling. A chill passed down his palm to his whole body. He exclaimed at the magic of the dagger. At the same time, he also speculated about the real power of the dagger.

Suddenly, the dagger suddenly flashed out, facing Mo Wen's chest, in a rapid state, flew out.

Grass, want to kill me?

Mo Wen's face changed dramatically. His first reaction was to open the armor. With a click, the snake scale dagger stabbed Mo Wen's chest at the same time.

"Bang!" A few clear metal collision sounds, snake scale dagger quickly pierced into Mo Wen's powerful force, and then beat Mo Wen three or four meters away on the spot.

What the hell is this? It's psychic.

Don't ask after all, found that the old guy has flashed toward him.

At this time, don't ask from knowing that you have been deceived, knowing that this is the token of the snake spirit religion, and believing him so easily, who will hand over such important things easily?

Fortunately, there is heart armor. Otherwise, I'm afraid I don't know how to die.

Mo Wen, who was still on the ground, saw that the old guy was rushing like lightning. The speed was so fast that there was no time to dodge. The old guy kicked Mo Wen's belly with one foot. Mo Wen rolled forward like a ball.

Under the attack of the old man, Mo Wen felt a pain even if he had heart armor.

"Ah..." a very angry cry, constantly from the old guy's mouth.

Don't know that the old man was angry. He was careless just now. He knew that the old man was carrying poison B, and he foolishly gave him time. He knew that the dagger was his ancestral thing, and he foolishly asked for it. Don't ask that he regretted it at this time. Thinking about his childishness, he almost killed himself.

"Ah... Don't ask, take your life... I'll tear you to pieces... Ah..." in the distortion of his face, the old man's howl became higher and higher, and his eyes were filled with a strong color of anger and hatred.

In Mo Wen's eyes, the old man at the moment is no longer a man, but a wild beast.

Just now, the old man saw the power of Mo Wen's heart armor. If he wanted to kill him, he had to attack him by surprise. That's why he played such a play in front of Mo Wen.

At this time, Mo Wen felt that the old man's cultivation was not under him from the analysis of his strength and speed. If he hadn't been fooled by Mo Wen and attacked him with the poisonous blood of the old witch just now, I'm afraid Mo Wen would not have benefited him at all.

"Bang Bang..." as soon as Mo Wen got up from the ground, the old guy had already arrived at his side, waving his fist and hitting him with one fist.

There is also the snake scale dagger. There are six small daggers, which are stabbing Mo Wen's heart armor.

"Mosquito... Control that snake scale dagger quickly. If you continue to stick like this, the heart armor will be broken..."

"No?" Mo Wen thought that the heart armor could resist the attack of snake scale dagger, but the sound of consciousness sea scared Mo Wen.

"This dagger is a psychic thing, and it's made of millennial cold iron. How can the heart armor resist such a precious dagger?"

"Mosquito... Hit the old guy's heart... He was poisoned just now... Now he has forced exercise... He won't last long..."

"Boom..." Mo asked, grinning. Under the old guy's fist attack, he picked up shengyuanli, burst out a red light, and immediately flew out with the six parts of the snake scale dagger.

"Plop!" Once, when the old guy landed, Mo Wen's fist had already arrived in front of him.

"Bang..."

"This punch is the price for you to cheat me..."

"Bang!"

"I gave it back to you... Just now you hit me so many punches, I can't say it without giving a gift... For the sake of your elders, just give me a punch..."

"Bang..."

"This punch... Almost died in your hands... Hehe..."

Don't shout when each fist falls. At the end, the violent fist is like a storm. It's almost to the extreme. In the old guy's eyes, it forms a remnant of the fist. As soon as the last fist falls, the next fist is already there.

In less than 30 seconds, the old man was attacked by poison gas. Under Mo Wen's fist, his whole body had been completely smashed like a pile of mud. There were many bumps, many parts and numerous deep cracks on it. If he had not died, he would have become a useless man.

The snake scale dagger was thrown on the ground with yellow light. In the dark, it was very dazzling. Don't feel a kind of aura coming. This kind of aura will never be let go of

"Don't ask... Don't touch our snake scale dagger..."

Just as Mo Wen was about to bend down to pick up the snake scale dagger, the man with eyes didn't know where the strength came from. He suddenly jumped up from the ground and rushed to Mo Wen in the blink of an eye