Cultivating Immortals for All: I have a little too much time

A shuttle of bullets knocked down more than a dozen unlucky ones.

but:

More swordsmen, like mad dogs, rushed forward.

They raised their knives and slashed wildly.

That scene is poignant!

The swordsmen raised their heads, triumphantly.

However, more swordsmen are sad.

because:

They didn't chop off their heads.

The organic ghost said:

"The master said that as long as the head can be exchanged for ten yuan!"

"Why don't we..."

Whoa!

The other swordsmen are on alert.

What do you mean?

Let's fight each other?

The clever ghost hastily said:

"There must be a lot of people from Jianghai Company!"

"Why don't we chop a few more?"

A clever ghost, indeed a clever ghost.

Many swordsmen were impressed by his good ideas.

They carried blood-stained steel knives and rushed to the gathering place of the Jianghai Group.

Assembly point:

Third son, playing games with his maids.

He heard gunshots.

But don't care.

because:

Mud legs in the Gobi Desert, there are no guns.

Only big companies have guns.

Big corporations have more control over gunfire than anyone can imagine.

Gun in hand.

Nothing will happen.

as predicted:

The gunfire quickly died away.

Third son, continue to play the game.

Mudlegs, send him some clean little girls.

If you don't play now, when will you play?

Gunshots sounded again.

The screams continued.

Third son, I'm not in the mood to play games.

He kicked the woman away, went outside and yelled:

"Bastard, what are you doing?"

Next second:

He saw a group of ragged mud legs holding blood-stained steel knives.

appeared before him.

Gollum!

Third Young Master, swallow your saliva.

He smiled and said:

"¨〃Everyone, what are your demands?"

"My son can solve it with one word!"

He thought that the swordsmen were dissatisfied with some of Jiang Hai's policies.

and so:

He wants to stabilize the mudlegs in this way.

wait for him to get away...

The mud legs in the Gobi Desert have to change a batch.

Well, there just happened to be no more slaves.

There are more than 1 people here, and it is not bad to be a slave.

The swordsmen are sad.

They cut all the men in black.

Now, there is only one noble man left.

Who cut it?

Everyone wants this head.

Smarty, it works again:

"Gentlemen, why don't we dedicate him to sir!"

"Let Mister chop off his head, enjoy the fun?"

Swordsmen, rush forward.

They were in a hurry to carry the three young masters.

The third son has goose bumps all over his body.

These mud legs are too dirty.

Wait a while and take a good wash.

Soon:

Swordsmen, (Nuo Haohao) carry the third son to see Chu Ge.

Third son, see Chu Ge.

He puffed out his chest.

because:

The leader of such a small local force will definitely kowtow and apologize in a rather exaggerated gesture.

Then with snot and tears, he begged him to take him in and treat him like a dog.

As the master, he has to maintain his manners.

However, he was disappointed.

Chu Ge didn't even look at him.

He waved his hand and gave money to the swordsman who turned over the head.

Ten yuan per head.

The swordsmen are happy.

They waved banknotes and rushed into the red house.

The third son said weakly:

"That... sir, I am the third son of Jianghai Company."

"Can I go back to sleep first?"

Chu Ge smiled:

"Life is short, when you are young, you just want to sleep!"

"this is not good!"

"However, I personally respect your opinion committee!"

Third son, breathe a sigh of relief.

Save your life!

Chu Ge smiled:

"Chop off his head and let him sleep forever!"

The third son's face changed drastically. .

Chapter 350 IX 23rd World: Cultivating Immortals Against the Heavens, 4

When he woke up, tens of thousands of people gathered outside the stone building.

Gobi Station, everyone is here.

They stared straight at the stone building.

Wait for Chu Ge to come out.

Chu Ge, on the top of the building, looked down at the crowd:

"What? Have an opinion?"

The crowd was silent.

They have opinions.

Originally, they wanted to accuse Chu Ge, and even chopped off Chu Ge's head and gave it to Jianghai Group.

but:

As soon as Chu Ge spoke, they felt guilty.

boom!

Chu Ge, jump to the ground.

Two feet stepped on a big hole.

He walked towards the crowd step by step, and said coldly:

"This seat is doing things, you can't have any opinions!"

"Whoever has an opinion, keep it!"

The organic ghost said loudly:

"Sir, I have an opinion!"

Chu Ge frowned.

There are always people who don't open their eyes.

He waved.

A girl came over with a machete.