"Lang, what Brother Li said makes sense." Finally, his teammate Nie Feng gave him an assist, "Join us, we are still good brothers."
"Shut up, don't alienate the relationship between my father and son." Dugu Yifang said angrily, "Lang'er, my son Dugu Ming is dead, and now you are second to none. The Ming family betrayed, and Wushuang City is in need of people. I am the lord of Wushuang City, how can I be narrow-minded and intolerant!"
"Duan Lang, do you believe it? Look at how charming the lord's dance is, look at the lord's slender waist, and look at where the lord's collarbone is?" In the sound of calorie music, Li Mu talked nonsense, whatever he wanted to stimulate, "Maybe, you poke your eyes out, cut your ears and gouge out your tongue, and Dugu Yifang will let you live!"
Every word is like the devil's words, every word is heartbreaking, and Duan Lang can't cover his ears, he can't help listening.
That weird vocal music would burn calories at any time, making him upset and losing his normal thinking ability!
Moreover, the more Li Mu talked, the slimmer Duan Lang felt that his hope of survival was!
What about poking his own eyes, gouging out his ears and cutting his tongue, it was just a reminder to Dugu Yifang that he would deal with him after the matter was over!
Vicious villain!
Duan Lang glared, wishing to cut Li Mu into pieces.
He had a way out, but this way out was ruined by Li Mu!
Master Feng glanced at Li Mu several times in a row.
Now, Li Mu's tall senior image collapsed again and again in her heart. This series of trash talk would drive a normal person crazy!
The company's skills are so bad.
The style of the official dream maker is more like a villain than the villain!
Is the Dream Maker Company really a serious company that benefits mankind?
If the company could not pinch my face and change my appearance for free, I really wanted to quit on the spot!
"Duan Lang, kill Dugu Yifang, Wushuang City is yours." Li Mu continued to bewitch, "How can a son of a young man have the prestige of the Lord of Wushuang City!"
Originally.
The irresistible vocal music has made Dugu Yifang's head buzzing, as if ten thousand flies have drilled into it.
The heart-piercing words from Li Mu made him even more upset, even if he didn't practice, there were signs of going crazy!
Dugu Yifang's beard and hair were all erected, and his thoughts began to become confused: "Duan Lang, don't listen to the thief's nonsense, the world will be eyeing him covetously, and the Dugu family still has the Sword Saint alive. Without my support, do you dare to sit in the position of the Lord of Wushuang City?"
Duan Lang's face suddenly sank.
It's done!
Li Mu's eyes lit up, and he continued to take drastic measures: "Lord Dugu, do you still remember the real Dugu Yifang who went to the Sword Sect to watch the battle twelve years ago?"
The secret hidden for twelve years was revealed by someone in one move, and Dugu Yifang was suddenly shocked, with a horrifying look on his face.
Li Mu struck while the iron was hot: "Lord Wushuang, you can be a fake, so why can't Duanlang be one!"
Mingyue was shocked: "Mr. Li, you are serious!"
Li Mu: "It's true, and there is evidence! If you don't believe it, look at Lord Dugu's face. If he doesn't die today, none of us here will survive!"
Mingyue was sad: "Grandma, did you hear it? Dugu Yifang is a fake, and you died so unjustly!"
They are dancing on the grave!
How can it not be unjust!
It's not safe to walk on the road to the underworld!
Li Mu glanced at Grandma Mingjing, who was lying on the ground with her eyes wide open, and complained in his heart, if ghosts were considered living things, Grandma would jump on the road to the underworld!
Mingyue gritted her teeth: "Dugu Yifang, I will kill you to avenge Grandma! Feng, give me a hand."
Nie Feng said loudly: "Okay!"
At this point, it is meaningless to explain further, and there is no need to fight for Duanlang. Dugu Yifang said viciously: "No one can escape today!"
Li Mu whispered: "Xiao Feng, the fire is up, and the music is ready to stop!"
"Yes!" Master Feng nodded.
"Don't rush to change the song. This is not a solution. Duanlang has been tied to the warship by us. Let them fight head-on first." Li Mu said.
Shameless!
Even if I am forced to the warship by you, can you really say it in front of me?
Duan Lang glared at Li Mu. He felt that he was the most wronged one. Not only was he full of anger, but he also had to help his enemy at the last moment!
But he didn't dare not help!
Li Mu was right. He was already in a dilemma. He knew Dugu Yifang's biggest secret. Once Dugu Yifang survived, he would definitely not let him go!
Li Mu asked loudly: "Nie Feng, Mingyue, Duan Lang, are you ready to fight Dugu Yifang for the third time!"
Mingyue's eyes were calm, and she was the first to respond: "Ready!"
Nie Feng: "Ready!"
"Yeah!" Duan Lang responded unhappily.
"Just come on!" Dugu Yifang sneered.
"Stop the music!"
Li Mu blocked and brushed over. This time, he missed Duan Lang. He finally won Duan Lang over. It would be uneconomical to brush him off again!
The music stopped abruptly.
Dugu Yifang was stunned again. He remembered dancing, Nie Feng, and the bright woman, but Li Mu was missing from his memory.
Who was that person who suddenly appeared?
His martial arts skills were so high!
How did she appear without me noticing!
In Dugu Yifang's puzzled eyes, Li Mu grabbed Master Feng's slender neck with his backhand: "Lord Dugu, I have already subdued the witch. Don't worry about the distraction of vocal music. Kill Nie Feng and Mingyue quickly!"
Nie Feng just ran two steps and planned to pick up the Wushuang Yang Sword. When Li Mu said this, he staggered and almost fell to the ground.
Duan Lang was even more confused!
What a weird trick!
You are a fool!
Isn't that woman your junior sister?
What the hell is it that you caught her and assisted Dugu Yifang?
It's strange that he can trust you!
Mingyue wanted to kill Dugu Yifang for revenge, and didn't care about what amazing moves Li Mu made. She leaned over to pick up the Wushuang Yin-Yang Sword and threw the Wushuang Yang Sword to Nie Feng: "Feng, take the sword!"
"Dugu Yifang will never forget the help of the young hero." Master Feng was controlled, Dugu Yifang laughed and called Duan Lang, "Lang'er, follow your husband to kill the enemy!"
As he said.
He swung a palm and hit Nie Feng who was taking the sword, then raised his foot and kicked the Wushuang Yang Sword away, and fought with Nie Feng, and really didn't care about Master Feng, who was a big worry in his heart!
Mingyue waved the Wushuang Yin Sword and came up to assist Nie Feng.
But the two were still no match for Dugu Yifang.
Li Mu looked at Duan Lang with a threatening look.
Crazy!
All crazy!
What the hell is this!
Duan Lang shook his head, picked up the sword that fell on the ground, and joined the group besieging Dugu Yifang.
Moreover, he was successful in the first battle, and almost cut Dugu Yifang's chest with one sword.
After all.
Dugu Yifang was completely defenseless against him.
"Duan Lang, you are crazy!" Dugu Yifang used his power to force the three people away, covering his wound and scolding Duan Lang, with an incredible look on his face.
"I'm not crazy, you are crazy!" Duan Lang sneered and stepped up his offensive, "Nie Feng, go get the Wushuang Sword, Love of the City, and kill Dugu Yifang."