Chapter Thirty-Four: Watermelon Pays Homage

  "What?" Several people exclaimed in unison, and they all liked that very righteous little guy, the three members of the Qin family.

  "Where?"

  The child pointed east: "It's just over there, three or four streets away..."

  As soon as the child's voice fell, Qin Li's feet tapped lightly, like a wisp of smoke, and quickly flew towards that direction. Qin Xue's reaction was only half a beat slower, and she also disappeared from sight.

  The little kid with tears all over his face was so scared that he sat on the ground, and after a long time, he said, "Are those two gods?"

  Qin Han Yue only now fully believed that his son's strength had greatly increased. Qin Xue was a genuine second-tier Mystic, but Qin Li was several points higher than her!

  "They are ordinary people too!" Qin Han Yue replied with a proud face.

  ……

  After learning the "Only I Am Supreme" technique, Xigua brutally beat up a group of young thugs he had a grudge against, causing his confidence to skyrocket. However, this attracted the attention of the leader of that group of thugs, who was a Yellow Rank 2nd Stage cultivator and had entered the ranks of the aristocracy. One morning, Xigua found himself blocked at his own doorstep by this thug leader.

  It may not be anything in the eyes of a superior person, but in the eyes of these street rascals, that is a real master!

  The self-taught watermelon ultimately didn't have much experience, and after a few moves, it was put down by someone and brutally beaten by a group of people. Watching that group of people show no signs of stopping, if they continued to beat him, he might be beaten to death.

  The parents of the watermelon were also held down by people, and no matter how much they begged for mercy, it was useless. But a small follower of the watermelon, who was far away, saw what was happening and took advantage of the situation to run over and ask for help. In his mind, Qin Xue sister was a big shot, many times more powerful than those thugs, and naturally, the thugs were afraid of her...

  Wen Lao Liu was beaten up by the watermelon that had been trampled under his feet yesterday, and he was extremely depressed. He didn't know when the watermelon had become so skilled. The dozen or so people were all knocked down by the watermelon alone. Then, stepping on his face, it triumphantly told him, "This territory belongs to me now!"

  Wen Lao Liu couldn't swallow this tone, so he immediately found his own boss Mo Xiao. Mo Xiao, who had the strength of a second-tier Huang level master, was the overlord of the north city and had hundreds of followers under him. Seeing that his younger brother was being bullied, he naturally wanted to step in.

  "You little scoundrel, you're still so arrogant! Come on and shout at me again! I'll kick you to death!" A young man with a white bandage wrapped around his head, his face swollen like a pig's head, was kicking the watermelon with all his might.

  The watermelon fell to the ground, covering its head with both hands, curled up into a ball, and remained silent, allowing itself to be kicked and beaten.

  "Alright, this kid's got some guts. Let's give him a good beating and be done with it!" said a middle-aged man in his forties with a face full of scars, speaking nonchalantly.

  "Uncle, please spare the child, he doesn't understand things, he's not a human being, just let him off...!" A middle-aged woman was pressed down by several thugs and cried out in pain.

  One of her thugs was yelled at and got fed up, heavily slapped the woman several times, threatening: "If you shout again, I'll kill you too!"

  Wen Lao Liu gasped a few times, wiping the blood from his mouth with his hand. This was a new wound from when he had just been attacked by Xigua. He drew out a sharp dagger from his waist and sneered: "Since you've spoken up, I'll give you a quick death, you little beast! Remember for next life, don't provoke people you can't afford to offend!"

  This old man had clearly killed people before, his hand gripping the knife was extremely steady, his eyes didn't flicker at all, he raised the knife and stabbed it into the watermelon's "neck".

  "Stop!"

  A loud shout suddenly came from the air, followed by a strong gust of wind that swept fiercely towards Wen Lao Liu's head.

  Bang!

  On the other side, Mo Xiao's eyes suddenly shot out two sharp lights, his mouth slightly open, and he was shocked to stand there. In this poor place in the north of the city, how could such a master appear?

  Before he could react, Wen Lao Liu on the other side had already been kicked in the head by someone and flew out more than a dozen steps away. Without even letting out a cry of pain, he fell to the ground, his legs convulsing, looking like he was about to die!

  Right after that, the sound of fists and feet colliding continuously was heard. The group of hoodlums who were originally surrounding the watermelon and beating it up were all knocked flying away.

  All of this happened in the blink of an eye, and by the time Qin Xue arrived, Qin Li was already standing there calmly. Through this trial just now, Qin Li had completely determined that all the martial arts he had learned in his previous life had transformed into battle techniques under his restraint!

  Apart from that old man Qin Li, the others still held back, otherwise this bunch of thugs would have been a bunch of dead thugs instead of just a bunch of groaning thugs!

  Qin Xue squatted down, took out a small porcelain bottle from her bosom, poured out a grain of wound-healing medicine, and hastily fed it into the watermelon's mouth. Looking at the watermelon which had already become somewhat dazed, Qin Xue's eyes were also filled with indignation.

  "Friends, what kind of people are you?" Mo Xiao had been lurking in the northern city for many years, how could he not see that the young man and woman in front of him were extremely tough characters? Although he didn't know their purpose, it was clear that today he might be in trouble!

  "This might be a misunderstanding, heh heh, I'm actually from the Qin family..." In fact, Mo Xiao had indeed provided some intelligence to the Qin family before, but the highest-ranking person he had contact with was only someone like Qin Yong, who was just a manager. However, at this moment, he couldn't care about anything else and first prioritized saving his own life.

  "The Qin family?"

  Qin Xue and Qin Li exchanged a glance.

  Mo Xiao thought there was a way out, and couldn't help but regain some of his courage, saying loudly: "Yes, in this Yellow Sand City, who doesn't know the Qin family? I'm working for the Qin family! So, today's matter..."

  "It's up to the watermelon today." Qin Li interrupted Mo Xiao's words, his eyes coldly staring at him, and slowly said: "Stop dragging the great flag of the Qin family as a tiger skin, we don't care at all!"

  At this time, Xīguā slowly came back to consciousness, looking at Qín Xuě's anxious eyes, he wanted to smile but couldn't, and said: "I... did I die?"

  "It's okay, Watermelon, don't worry!" Qin Xue said softly.

  Xigua twisted her head with difficulty and saw Qin Li, saying: "This time... it's even, you don't owe me anymore...... Qin Xue sister, let them go, okay?"

  Qin Li and Qin Xue were taken aback for a moment, then Qin Li saw the deep-seated hatred in the watermelon's eyes, and he understood that this kid wanted to take revenge himself. He nodded and shouted at Mo Xiao and the group of hoodlums: "Get out of here! Don't let me see you again!"

  Mo Xiao let out a long sigh, and a group of people carried away Wen Lao Liu, who was on the verge of life and death, in disarray.

  Xigua slowly said: "Thank you......" then struggled to get up.

  "Watermelon, don't move!" Qin Xue exclaimed hastily.

  The watermelon crawled up and knelt down in front of Qin Xue: "Sister, I want to worship you as a teacher!"